Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 1237 - 31: Imagine This Is a Comic Book

Wang Yunxiao had a dream.

In his dream, on Christmas Eve last year, he fought three hundred rounds with Li Mumu, who had absorbed demon power, from the sky to the ground, and from the ground to the bed.

Then some indescribable things happened.

It’s said that it takes ten months for a pregnancy, and now it’s almost the due date...

Dreams, of course, are fake.

It’s said that three years in the army makes a sow look like Diao Chan. In a place like the Naval Academy, where male hormones are rampant, it’s normal for him, as a single, unmarried young man, to occasionally have such dreams.

Just when Wang Yunxiao was ready to name the child, a sudden bugle call startled him awake from his dream.

Emergency assembly.

And it wasn’t a drill.

After Wang Yunxiao joined other cadets in assembling on the school sports field, the principal appeared in front of everyone with a serious face and loudly announced the emergency orders from the superior.

All naval personnel’s leaves are canceled, and the academy’s cadets are temporarily suspended from classes, preparing to board ships for combat missions.

"What’s happening?"

"Are the French attacking again?"

"If so, they’d start from the south. Why haven’t we heard anything about it?"

Everyone was completely in the dark, having no idea what was going on.

Logically, even if the sky were falling, it wouldn’t be the cadets at the Naval Academy’s turn to urgently board ships since they are the most elite reserve force of the entire Northern Fleet.

Just like it takes ten years to grow trees, but a century to cultivate people.

If the cadets of the Naval Academy suffer a large-scale loss, the adverse impact on the Navy would be no less than losing an entire fleet.

As long as there’s enough steel, ships can be built continuously, but if talent is lost, no matter how advanced the ship is, it can only stay idle.

But the principal obviously had no intention of explaining further, perhaps even the principal didn’t quite know what the situation was.

Confused, they boarded military vehicles all the way to the dock, where the Northern Fleet’s warships were lined up, including two battleships led by Zhenyuan as the flagship, four cruisers, twelve destroyers, twenty-five transport ships, and torpedo boats all present.

Flags filled the sky, blocking out the sun.

The boarding process was very lengthy, with the Naval Academy at the back of the line. It wasn’t until close to dawn that they were divided and, following the order of grade and class, boarded different warships.

The first-year group Wang Yunxiao was in had no chance to board larger battleships or cruisers. His class was assigned to the "Feixi" transport ship.

Transport ships, how should I put it... they have what they should have, but don’t expect what they shouldn’t.

There are indeed a few cannons at the bow, but given the barrel caliber, calling it a water gun isn’t off the mark.

Basically unused.

This left the ambitious, passionate cadets quite disappointed.

If war breaks out, wouldn’t they be sitting ducks, with no capability for resistance?

Everything learned at school has no practical use.

"Even if we’re going to die, they should at least let us be sensible ghosts, right?"

Song Anming couldn’t help but mutter softly.

"We’re about to set sail and they still won’t give us a clear order. Class President, do you know where we’re headed?"

"I don’t know either, but I think it shouldn’t be a real battle."

Wang Yunxiao glanced at the transport ship crowded with navy soldiers.

Besides their class, there are nearly two hundred people on board, which is already over capacity.

A transport ship isn’t a troop carrier. In these times, a transport ship’s name includes ’ship’ but its actual displacement is less than a thousand tons, with a full crew of 100 sailors.

The main purpose of the ship is to carry goods.

Now not only are goods fully loaded, but so are people, making Wang Yunxiao feel it’s not a war but more like fleeing from disaster.

Not until the ships left the port did the ship’s radio finally come on.

"I am Zhao Shiguang, captain of the Feixi transport ship, now reading the superior order to all officers and soldiers on board..."

Major Tidal Event.

Upon hearing this term, Wang Yunxiao knew it spelled big trouble.

He recently just crawled out of that mess.

The real Major Tidal Event is not coming yet, but according to the Astronomy Bureau’s observations, due to the battle of high-dimensional beings on the timeline, the spatiotemporal fragments within the Major Tidal Event began to scatter, sweeping towards the existing timeline.

To put it simply... the mess got blown up.

"Wang Yunxiao! Who is Wang Yunxiao!"

Captain Zhao Shiguang, beard full on his face, pushed the door open and walked in, looking around.

Wang Yunxiao quickly stood up and saluted: "Hello, officer, I..."

"No chatter, you navigate!"

Navigate what?

Wang Yunxiao almost thought he heard wrong.

"I said navigate! Are you deaf?"

Zhao Shiguang glared with round eyes, full of urgency.

"I’m not the Chess Herald..."

"Then do I look like one?"

Chess Heralds, cultivators as rare as pandas, obviously wouldn’t be assigned to a transport ship.

So the captain was completely clutching at straws.

No one was prepared.

At least Wang Yunxiao had first-hand experience of what the Major Tidal Event was, while for the vast majority of naval officers and soldiers, their understanding of the Major Tidal Event was merely literal.

No psychological preparation, not knowing what preparations to make, or rather, no preparation seemed enough.

As the sun rose over the eastern horizon, the Northern Fleet was ready to go, slowly leaving the port.

Wang Yunxiao stood in the captain’s cabin, looking solemnly at the sun on the distant horizon.