Zheng Ya made his request, and Captain Luo stroked his chin, tilting his head left and right as he looked him up and down, saying, "I received a call from my superiors, and they know you're from the north. I'm afraid you can't swim, right?"
"But the waves on the open sea are much bigger; it's not like the childish boat trips you northerners take on lakes. One wrong move and you could capsize and fall into the sea, which would be dangerous for you!"
"Haha, do you think a martial arts master would be afraid of such a small wave in the sea?" Zheng Ya laughed, thinking, "Who are you trying to impress here?"
To be honest, the original body really couldn't swim.
Even Zheng Ya from the Qian Yuan Continent can't swim, but Zheng Ya's Earth Soul can!
Butterfly, breaststroke, and freestyle are all child's play.
In that life, I could swim. Even if I couldn't catch up with the swimming champions, I was still among the top in school competitions.
It's true that I didn't swim in the ocean.
Captain Luo asked in surprise, "Are you really a martial arts master?"
Could you show us? It would broaden the horizons of us militiamen by the sea.
"Well, Captain Luo has prepared the boat for me, so I can naturally demonstrate my Grandmaster-level strength in public." Zheng Ya couldn't refuse such an enthusiastic request; he didn't want to be a fool, so he had to show some skill to convince people!
Otherwise, it will strain relations and hinder unity among comrades.
Avoid unfriendly situations if possible.
Captain Luo waved to the bushes behind him and called out, "Ah Lang, gather the militia over here, and also row your fishing boat over."
"Yes, Captain." Alang responded, getting up from the bushes and jogging towards Luo Village.
In less than five minutes, the militiamen from Luo Village came running over to assemble.
All twenty-seven militiamen from the village stood in a row.
Ah Lang had rowed the fishing boat to the seaside and used a bamboo pole more than three meters long to attach the ropes used to tie the fishing boat, then stuck it into the sandy seabed to prevent the fishing boat from being washed away by the sea.
After Captain Luo finished assembling the team, he turned to Zheng Ya and said, "Comrade Zheng, our village militia has assembled. Please begin your demonstration?"
“Alright, I’ll show you how to cross the river on a single reed.” As Zheng Ya spoke, he pulled a shrub branch about the thickness of a thumb from the bushes by the sea and walked towards the shore.
The militiamen immediately erupted in protest: "No way, crossing the river on a single reed? I just don't believe it!"
"I think he's just bragging."
"That's hard to say. Why would they brag to us if they didn't have some real skills?"
"Haha, let's wait and see!"
"Look, he threw the shrub branch into the sea, and hey, it flew up! Good heavens!"
During the dispute, the militiamen discovered that Zheng Ya had jumped onto a shrub branch floating on the sea surface and was using the rise and fall of the waves to cross the water against the current.
Crossing the river on a single reed—no, crossing the sea on a single reed.
Zheng Ya pulled it off with incredible skill, leaping across the water in a wide arc, stepping on bushes, before landing ashore to a thunderous applause from the militiamen: "Clap clap clap!"
"Haha, thank you for coming, comrades from Luo Village." Zheng Ya clasped his hands in a salute, showing he hadn't underestimated these armed militiamen.
At first glance, they all appear to be local militia members.
In fact, Zheng Ya discovered that among them were three skilled martial artists and seven veterans. They were no ordinary people!
Captain Luo said excitedly, "Comrades, now you've met a master, haven't you?"
They're all so arrogant and haughty, but now that they've compared themselves to Comrade Zheng, they know the difference, right?
The revolution continues, comrades, we must persevere!
"Haha, we got it, Captain..." The militiamen burst into laughter, their eyes wide with surprise.
Captain Luo waved for the militiamen to go on their patrols and sentries, then turned to Zheng Ya and said, "Comrade Zheng, thank you for your trouble."
"Captain Luo, you're too kind. If it's convenient, just tell me where the dolphins are. We can talk later, okay?" Zheng Ya had the ability to find and guide dolphins, but he had no time to chat with him.
It's worth mentioning that the Cantonese spoken here is very difficult to understand.
But this was incredibly easy for Zheng Ya; he simply devised a Cantonese phrase spoken by a passerby and instantly transformed into a Cantonese speaker.
However, when communicating with others, Zheng Ya still speaks Mandarin.
Captain Luo spoke in broken Mandarin: "The dolphin pod has been frequently appearing in the waters five miles to the east recently."
Do you need someone to row you out to sea now?
"No need, I'll row myself. I'll go first, we'll talk later." Zheng Ya glanced in the direction he pointed, then boarded the boat and headed out to sea.
Captain Luo was speechless with astonishment when he saw him rowing the boat with a bamboo pole, covering more than 30 meters in just a few strokes.
That's based on sheer strength. They row against the wind and go this fast—they're inhuman!
Zheng Ya was unaware of what would happen after his death, but the fact that the militia had contributed thousands of Zhengde coins was indeed shocking to them.
With a joyful heart, enjoying the beautiful scenery of the sea breeze, waves, and the horizon, Zheng Ya rowed his fishing boat to the area where dolphins are known to be, and began to search for them.
The sea was turbulent, with a wind of about force six or seven, and the waves were one or two meters high.
The person was on a fishing boat, being tossed about by the waves. Anyone without a good sense of balance would probably get seasick and vomit in no time.
Zheng Ya relied on his level eleven superpower to be fearless of the surging waves, but he also felt a little dizzy and was not used to it.
Zheng Ya drifted on the sea for more than half an hour without sensing a single dolphin.
At this moment, a ship sailed in from the southwest sea. The officer in charge, using binoculars, spotted Zheng Ya rowing his boat to search the sea surface and ordered: "Fishing boat three nautical miles to the left front, fire three rapid shots!"
The gunners on the "thump-thump-thump" ship were ordered to fire.
Three shells roared past one after another, creating a piercing whistling sound as they scraped against the air above the sea.
This place is more than ten nautical miles from the coast, and the militia on the shore could not spot the enemy ships at all.
But the sound of enemy ships shelling the fishing boats immediately alarmed all the militiamen. Captain Luo urgently ordered them: "Quickly, go and call someone! Comrade Zheng has encountered enemy ships, and his fate is unknown..."
"Yes, those damned enemy ships, they're despicable!" Alang cursed angrily as he ran back.
At this moment, Zheng Ya was startled by the sound of cannon fire. He then sensed three cannonballs whistling towards him. He laughed in anger and leaped into the sea, avoiding the impact of the cannonballs.
Three shells exploded in succession with a loud "boom," shattering the fishing boat.
This indicates that the enemy ship's gunners were veterans and elites.
The fishing boat was smashed to pieces, and cheers erupted on the enemy ship. Only the captain, standing by the railing on the second floor of the warship, observed the sea through binoculars and said, "Who gave you the right to yell like that? You shelled the fishing boat and didn't kill anyone. You still have the nerve to laugh?"
"Captain, this can't be!" the vice-captain asked as if he'd seen a ghost. The captain snorted and ignored him, focusing on searching for the person who had jumped into the sea.
Zheng Ya was enraged as soon as he entered the sea. "You all asked for this, so don't blame me for starting a killing spree!"
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