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Chapter 487 Admiral of the Underworld
"Wang Shangshu, when did your majesty learn to sail a boat?" Youdao is an expert in watching the door and a layman watching the excitement. Standing on the wooden platform, Yuan Keli held up the telescope and noticed the problem after only one stick of incense. He turned around and asked Wang Xiangqian, the Minister of Punishment next to him.

"Why did Governor Yuan say this? Your Majesty has never learned to sail a boat, so why should you learn to sail a boat? You can't build a dangerous wall with ten thousand gold, but I hope your Majesty will not fall in love with this!"

Wang Xiangqian was very unhappy. If something happened to the emperor on the ship, he would be in trouble even if he was frightened. He would be sprayed by the courtiers. If he could resign and apologize, he would be considered popular.

"That's weird..." Yuan Keli didn't care even though he got a roll of his eyes. He raised the telescope again and looked carefully, and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"Captain, what's so weird about this?" The people standing to the left of Yuan Keli were all naval officers, and the newly promoted patrol commander Shen Yourong was the closest. After hearing this, he took a closer look, but didn't find anything wrong, so he had to Ask out loud.

"The order of the sail No. 6 commanded by His Majesty is wrong..." Yuan Keli was talking when the Chief of Naval Staff standing on Shen Yourong's left suddenly spoke.

"Exactly, Chief of Staff Zhu, who is the staff officer on the No. 6 ship?" Although it was not appropriate to directly say that the emperor's command was wrong, Yuan Keli didn't care. He just wanted to find an excuse to recall the No. 6 ship.

"It's definitely not a problem with the staff, nor is it a problem with the first mate or navigator, let alone the sailor. It must be His Majesty's intention."

Although Chief of Staff Zhu has a beard, he still cannot hide his actual age and looks to be in his early twenties. Since he is the chief of staff, he must come from the Kato Division.

Yes, his name is Zhu Guoying, he is ranked Zhu Jiu in the Haikou Division, and he is a veteran-level orphan. In the past few years, he served as a navigator at the Guangzhou base with Huang Nanping. Despite his young age, he has experienced a lot of actual combat and navigation experience.

After the establishment of the Naval Staff, he was appointed by the emperor as the chief of staff, specializing in formulating combat plans and monitoring internal conditions. He was regarded as one person below ten thousand people in the navy. Even if Yuan Keli needed to dispatch combat ships, he had to get a staff officer. Ministry's permission.

"How do you say this?" Yuan Keli was a little resistant to these staff officers assigned by the emperor at first. The main reason was that he was able to influence major and minor affairs within the navy at a young age. He always felt that he was not worthy of the position, and it was entirely due to nepotism.

But after working together for a period of time, the contempt gradually disappeared, and the love for talents became stronger day by day. In addition to their eccentric living habits, unusual speech and behavior, and humble origins, these young people are indeed worthy of this job.

Whether it is calculating logistics supplies or commanding sea operations, they are all easy to use, and they never compete for success or gain, let alone exclude others. There are no bad habits in the officialdom.

In fact, with the existence of the Naval Staff, most of the daily management and training planning do not need to be worried about in detail. It is nothing more than listening to the reports and ultimately deciding whether it is successful or not. This will free up more time to think about personnel arrangements and development direction, and truly serve as the helmsman.

"If His Majesty gives an order, who dares to disobey it?" Zhu Jiu put down the telescope and looked over, his eyes full of confusion, as if he was asking, do you still need to explain such a simple thing?

"Then...should we recall him immediately?" Yuan Keli blushed, but now was not the time to care about his subordinates' attitudes, so let's get down to business first.

If the emperor gives random orders on the ship, he must be recalled immediately. Even if he is punished for this, the emperor cannot be allowed to fool around. The navy is no better than the army. If there is real danger, no one can save it, let alone save it in time. "There is no need... our navigation skills are all passed down from your majesty, but we are not good at it and cannot control the ship 100%. Your majesty is just teaching us a lesson. The sea is constantly changing, and there are no fixed rules for how to change it. Adaptation is the best policy, and it seems that the training materials need to be rewritten.”

The order of raising the sails of the No. 6 ship is completely different from that of the other five ships. The driving direction and stability are not affected, and the speed increases faster as it gets farther away from the shore. As an officer who focuses on naval warfare, Zhu Jiu immediately understood the connotation, and then began to ponder the mystery, and then planned to change his previous understanding.

In fact, Hong Tao really didn't plan to teach anyone. He just hadn't touched a sailboat for a long time. When he suddenly got the opportunity, he felt itchy all over. He wanted to try all the relevant skills in his memory to see if he was unfamiliar with it.

There are indeed no certain rules for the order of sailing. When we first wrote the textbook for the navy, it was just for the purpose of explaining it. If there is no standard, it will not be easy to assess whether you can do it or not.

In practical applications, the difference is not very big, so what if it is a few minutes faster or a few minutes slower. This is not a sailboat race, and my habits are not the optimal combination.

As time goes by, everyone from the commander to the sailors will gradually become familiar with the performance of the sailboat. After being tempered by long-distance sailing, they can all summarize the operating habits that are most suitable for them. Generally speaking, there will not be much difference.

"Long live Long live Long live……"

The shooting competition came to an end amidst shouts of long live the mountains. I don’t know whether it was God’s partiality or whether the emperor really commanded like a god and the soldiers worked hard, but the shooting performance of the No. 6 ship actually ranked first.

When the ship docked at the dock, thousands of naval officers and soldiers watching the battle, as well as the accompanying officials, all kowtowed to the ground and expressed their high recognition and praise for the emperor's bravery.

"You're a fucking fool with stupid luck. Next time you return to the palace, go to Wang Cheng'en and ask him to help you change to the navy!" In the face of everyone's strong compliments, the emperor behaved very well and said nothing. Unfashionable nonsense. But as soon as he turned around, he started muttering in a low voice, aiming directly at the gunner Jieji of the No. 6 ship.

"Long live my lord, I don't want to change my status. I still want to take a place in front of the imperial mausoleum."

Being able to change the household registration from eunuch to navy is a great blessing. It is basically equivalent to being reborn. From now on, no matter where you go, you will no longer be someone else's domestic slave. But Sister Ji not only did not thank her, she also refused.

"...When you are promoted to the rank of commander due to your military exploits, I will dig a pond in front of the imperial mausoleum and give it to you. There should be more than just the eighteen levels of hell there. If there is water, there should be a navy. You are me. Commander of the Underworld Navy, get up."

This request made Hong Tao a little surprised. Originally, he wanted Jieji to get rid of his slave status, marry a daughter-in-law while he was young, adopt a few children, and still continue the family line. I didn't expect that no one would accept this painstaking effort. Instead, it was so attractive to be buried next to the imperial mausoleum.

If someone is happy with it, then don't force it. There are some thinking patterns of the ancients that you may never understand.

(End of this chapter)