Chapter 561 You Can't Remember

At the Tamsui naval port in Da Yuan, troops board and disembark frequently. Qin Mo's current colonial territory is too vast, and the local garrison is rotated back to Da Yuan in batches every year. This is partly to reunite with their families, and partly to prevent them from becoming local tyrants far from the emperor's reach.

As a result, the dockworkers at the Tai-Yuan naval port gained a new skill: they could recognize the insignia and unit numbers of the various infantry regiments in Tai-Yuan, and even tell them their garrison locations and local specialties.

But the troops boarding the ship today were clearly unusual; their uniforms were also a distinctive, mottled color. Although this unit was small in number, their equipment was vastly different from that of ordinary infantry regiments, and all the soldiers exuded a fierce killing intent, clearly veterans who had seen blood.

"They're all veterans! This unit is amazing!"

Soldiers in an army unit usually alternate between old and new recruits, with veterans mentoring new ones. If the unit consists entirely of selected veterans, then it is the elite of the elite.

The 7th Marine Regiment of the Dayuan Navy was Qin Mo's carefully trained elite force. It consisted of only two infantry battalions plus auxiliary units such as an artillery brigade and a supply brigade, totaling no more than four thousand men. However, every soldier was a "talented individual" selected from the infantry regiments below.

There were impoverished nobles of the Great Xia Dynasty who had been stripped of their titles by the deceased Emperor Zhaowu, Japanese warriors who knew nothing but how to kill, and countless second and third-generation officials who used their status to commit murder and arson in the South China Sea and the Red Sea region.

However, they all share a common advantage: they are experienced in battle, have a strong will, and are loyal to Qin Mo, because only Qin Mo can provide them with the life they want, and only Qin Mo can give them sufficient rewards and social status.

“My lord, you’ve only been back a few days. Why are you going to fight those people in the Arab world again? Although there is black oil under that land, we won’t need it for decades or even centuries. The black oil in Southeast Asia is enough for us…”

Qin Mo was going to lead the Seventh Regiment to support Shia, and Kaihime grumbled and was unhappy. Who would want their man to be running around all day, especially a man with a "talent for attracting women" maxed out?

"Didn't Shia send a letter? I can't ignore my own family members facing difficulties. I also wanted to rest at home for a few more days, but here it is!"

“Then Kai must go too. Since returning from the northern snowfields in the fifth year of Zhaowu, I haven’t been on the battlefield for a long time. If I don’t hone my skills, I might be stuck at the Xuan Realm for the rest of my life. Just let me go!”

“There are so many things to do at home! You listen to me, stay home with Ruoxi and watch over our old place... Okay, okay, hurry up and get on the boat... Kai, you weren't like this before..."

Qin Mo tried to persuade Kaihime with a few words, but the long-legged beauty burst into tears. Qin Mo was immediately at a loss and had no choice but to let her board the ship.

Kaihime immediately bid farewell to Lin Ruoxi triumphantly, leaving the latter feeling quite resentful. As Qin Mo's housekeeper, Lin Ruoxi was destined to stay home forever and could only watch helplessly as Kaihime went out to have fun with Qin Mo.

"Kai, you'd better keep a close eye on him this time. Don't let him bring back a woman every time he goes on a long trip. Our family is just too big."

"That's what I think. That girl, Shia, has become too powerful for us to handle. But I stay by my husband's side every day, and those other hussies won't even get close to me."

The two women were whispering to each other on one side, while Qin Mo was emphasizing important points to several of her trusted subordinates on the other side!

"Syman, the ironclad warship blueprints I gave you are only for reference. During the actual construction process, you'll definitely encounter all sorts of problems. Organize your team and work through them slowly; don't rush..."

"Your Highness, I think you were just fooling me back then. I deal with these steel and chemical products all day long. When will I ever defeat Aya? When will I ever be able to marry her?"

Faced with Qin Mo's repeated exploitation, Ximan is no longer as silly and cheerful as before when she was doing research. Although she won't quit, it's perfectly normal for her to complain a few times.

"Simman, did Aya ever even give you a second glance before?"

"Your Highness... don't push your luck!"

"Does Aya greet you when she sees you now?"

"She's much better now, but she still won't agree to marry me!"

“Syman, I can only create the best conditions for you. As for whether she likes you or not, you have to fight for it yourself. I promised you back then that I would make you a true alchemist, and you are already a great alchemist, aren’t you?”

The dull-witted Simon was immediately ashamed. An alchemist apprentice might study with his teacher for decades and not necessarily become a true alchemist. However, he only took ten years in Da Yuan to fulfill his childhood dream of becoming an alchemist. Although he is not yet proficient in engraving magic arrays, with his current expertise in mechanics, no one dares to deny that he is a great alchemist.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, I will do my best. As for Aya's matter... please don't worry about it. It's her freedom to like whomever she wants!" Ximan raised her head and sincerely apologized to Qin Mo.

"With perseverance, any dream can come true!" Qin Mo patted the guy, whose personality was similar to hers in the past, and gave him a warm encouragement.

Qin Mo's fleet consisted entirely of fast military transport ships. They quickly departed from the Tamsui naval port, sailing south in formation, accompanied by several Skulner reconnaissance ships. Behind them was a large fleet of ordinary transport ships, a trading fleet bound for London. Together they would sail to Singapore, then through the Strait of Malacca and the Sunda Strait into the Indian Ocean.

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