Bathed in the bright sunshine, Zhang Lisheng turned around and stepped on the delicate sand on the beach and walked to the dirt scattered in front of the ditto, picked up the roll of bark paper he presented with both hands and slowly opened it.

On the vast and endless ocean, a shining sun quietly bloomed behind the Wu Li conquerors, rendering his figure like a god descending to the mortal world.

Looking at the strange and strange island maps in his hand, the young man who had already known the bird's eye view of the islands from the satellite map could not help but laugh and shook his head, and kneaded the bark paper into a ball and threw it behind him.

The native natives of Moon Island who were crawling on the ground were shocked when they saw Zhang Lisheng's actions. They seemed to want to explain something, but in the end they did not make any sound. They just buried their heads in the sand with all their strength, allowing the sharp gravel on the beach of the Fire Islands to rub their tough and rough skin.

"My believers in Tukansa, take care of my island when I go to war..." Looking at the middle-aged natives with gray hair under their feet, Zhang Lisheng was not angry, but instead whispered: "Although these island maps are useless, do you remember to appreciate those converts who drew maps, do you understand?"

"Yes, yes, the great conqueror." Tukanza replied in a panic. Seeing his puzzled look, the young man shook his head and said with a smile: "Tukanza, it seems that you are still far from Tugla.

Although the map drawn by the aliens who had newly converted to Wuli was useless, as long as they tried their best to contribute to the tribe, they should receive rewards from the tribe no matter what the result was. Do you understand?"

"Ming, understand the great conqueror..." said the face buried in the sand of the hills, with a sudden enlightenment.

"Managing an island is complicated to say, but in fact there are only a few principles. The 'smart' rewards and punishments are the most important ones, and you can slowly understand them in the future." Zhang Lisheng said pretending to be profound, and used the power of a dragon to transform into a giant with a wide mouth and eyes. A thick fog gathered beside him, floating and flying towards the Wu Li flagship not far away.

After the Conqueror landed on the steel deck of the steam giant ship, Bansaru, the flagship captain who was already full of warriors, ran to him a few steps and knelt down and asked, "Great Conqueror, the warriors have boarded the iron ship, have they set sail?"

"Set to Bansalu, let's go to the foliage-like island in the southeast of Moon Island."

"As for the order, conqueror." He had seen the sea chart of the outer island nearest Wuli Island thousands of times. The familiar young captain, who was like his own palm print, answered and got up from the deck, turned around and shouted: "The order sets sail, the target is the "Leaf Island" in the southeast, the Blacktail Fish, the Big Round Stone... Explore the way..."

As Bansalu roared, the 'Super Hellman', who was in charge of fleet communication, cast a spell to capture the waves and spread the command of the flagship captain's command throughout the fleet.

After a while, Wu Li warships gathered in the harbor like a giant snake began to slowly start and rush towards the vast sea.

The voyage from Moon Island to the outer island is several times closer than Wuli Island, but the straight-line distance at sea is less than 200 kilometers, but it seems extremely long because of the guidance of a nautical chart.

Although several steam iron ships were vacant to explore the way in front of the fleet due to the casualties of the Wuli Expeditionary Force in the Battle of Conquering Moon Island, they finally arrived at the destination the next night after walking for two days and one night.

Through the observation window, he clearly saw an island in the dark night with his naked eyes, and Bansalu clenched his fists excitedly, breathed a sigh of relief, and said to his deputy beside him, "Come and take the helm, I'll see the conqueror."

"Yes, sir." Although the first mate of the steamboat seemed much older than the captain, he answered respectfully when he heard Bansalu's order and took over the rudder.

The young captain walked out of the cab, suddenly stopped before leaving the door, turned to remind him: "Tantusa, don't be careless just because you come to the near sea, be careful of the reefs."

"I'm an adult, I'll always be cautious." The older mate said, staring at the iron ship leading the way without looking back.

"Very good..." Seeing the deputy's concentration, Bansaru nodded with satisfaction, pushed open the heavy iron door in the cab and walked onto the deck.

There was a whistling wind on the sea, and large areas of dark clouds gathered in the sky. It was clear that the weather was still breeze and sunny in the evening, but in a blink of an eye it turned into a scene of a storm coming.

The ever-changing and weird weather is one of the terrifying places in the Hell Sea. No matter how large the fleet hanging in the deep sea is, it may be destroyed by a terrifying hurricane.

Feeling the cold air, Ban Saru tightened his clothes in the strong wind, looked at the astronomical phenomena carefully, then quickly walked to the largest cabin on the deck and knocked on the wooden door.

"Great Conqueror, your devout believer, Bansaru, asks for a visit." He shouted respectfully during the hurricane.

The cabin door slowly opened silently, and a calm voice sounded in Bansalu's ear, "Come in, is it that "Leaf Island" arrived?"

"Yes, the great conqueror, the fleet has sailed to the sea near Leaf Island." The young captain said, bowing respectfully into the bright cabin.

The cabin is naturally made of black iron, but the ceiling and walls are tightly wrapped with a thick bark peeled from lush trees, looking like a log.

The floor is covered with long black animal skins, but in the middle of the darkness, it is dotted with pure white fur round color like snowflakes.

On the only white carpet, there was a three-legged iron tripod with a diameter of more than three meters, and a raging fire was burning inside. The ancient three-legged iron tripod used as a light source to illuminate the entire cabin, and the figure reflected by Zhang Lisheng, who was sitting cross-legged on the huge wooden couch, was sunny and shady.

Looking at the erratic figure of the tribal conquerors, Bansaru came to his feet in awe and knelt down, "The great conquerors, at most a quarter of an hour, can sail to a distance where they can dock at any time, but there are signs of storms in the sky. Maybe we will find a natural port to land after breaking down in the shallow sea and avoiding the storm."

"Storm," Zhang Lisheng frowned and jumped down the wooden couch covered with animal skins. "I have personally experienced the horror of the storm in the Hell Sea. Can the fleet withstand it?"

"If it was in the deep sea where the undercurrent was surging, it was indeed very dangerous, and I would have tried my best to avoid it long ago, but if the wind and waves were near the sea, it would be dozens of times smaller, so there should be no danger." Bansalu explained with his head buried.

"Then you must also have enough distance between the fleet's warships to prevent real danger from happening, and not cause too heavy disasters." Zhang Lisheng thought for a while and ordered.

"Yes, great conqueror, I'll go and pass the order now." The young captain said, standing up and walking out of the cabin. Seeing his back slowly disappear, Zhang Lisheng paced back and forth on the soft animal skin for a few steps, and walked out the door.

After leaving the cabin, the young man was immediately wrapped tightly in a gust of cold wind.

The dark clouds in the sky were already densely covered with layers. Although the raindrops did not fall, the already wet air on the sea was already doubled, making it difficult for people to breathe.

During the hurricane, he looked up at the rain clouds that were almost overhead. With his amazing eyesight, he noticed that there was a faint flash of lightning in the clouds. Zhang Lisheng, who was just trying to come out to see the movement, recalled the storm he encountered when he got lost in the waters of the Fire Hell, and his face became solemn.

He strode to the side of the ship and looked down. He saw a faint whirlpool in the sea that had become black in front of him. He couldn't help but feel even more uneasy. At this time, the flagship captain of the Wu Li Expeditionary Force had already passed the conqueror's orders through the caster, and the entire fleet began to slowly change the formation and widen the distance.

Feeling the speed of the iron ship under his feet began to speed up, he looked up at the island in the distance as if it was already close to him. After thinking carefully for a few seconds, Zhang Lisheng turned around and strode into the cockpit of the warship.

Unlike the sailors sailing by wind, who were crazily adjusting sails around the mast on the deck before the large sailboat sailing by wind, the crew members with some identities on the steamboat were now waiting in the cab with serious expressions waiting for the captain's orders.

Hearing the iron gate, the tribal conquerors suddenly appeared in front of him. Everyone stiffened and hurriedly fell to the ground. But before they could speak, Zhang Lisheng had already asked Bansalu, who had just taken the helm again: "Bansalu, I see you have accelerated your speed. Do you still have time to let the fleet dock before the storm?"

Bansalu, who was concentrating on steering, suddenly heard the voice of the tribal conquerors and his body was stiff. He understood that Zhang Lisheng was not so much asking questions as a request. He was silent for a while and said, "The great conquerors, according to the landmen's navigator, the Fire Islands have a special landform, the island continental shelf is deep, and there are many large natural ports near the sea.

But no matter how many natural ports there are, it will take time to find them. It is probably even more dangerous to rush to dock before the storm comes."

"I understand," Zhang Lisheng nodded, "Then try to stop the fleet next to a coast with the most terrain like a good harbor, if time allows."

"Abide by the order, the great conqueror." Although he didn't understand Zhang Lisheng's intention, since it was something he could do, Bansalu agreed without any hesitation.

When Master Wu Li talked with the young captain, the steamship had already sailed to the sea less than 300 meters away from the island. Bansalu moved the rudder and slowed down, changing the iron ship from direct to sideways.
Chapter completed!