Yang Ming raised an eyebrow, "Has the dreadnought been restored? Is the fire out? Will it explode?"
"It has stabilized."
"That's good," Yang Ming shook his head and stuffed the 'toy' he snatched from a kid into the armor's back pocket, "Be ready to go live at any time. If the Empire tries to capture me alive, I'll strike back immediately."
"Understood."
Lyu answered seriously.
...
The dreadnought's bridge, truly worthy of being called the 'national essence,' was huge!
Yang Ming looked at the bridge, laid out like a grand theater, and couldn't help but feel a myriad of emotions in his heart.
When would he be able to build the East Wind to this scale!
The battle had just ended, and the first combat group suffered heavy losses; this dreadnought was nearly scrapped and couldn't continue in the upcoming campaigns. The bridge was extremely busy at the moment.
A messenger shouted loudly:
"Captain Hanton has arrived on the bridge!"
