The Chinese version of Morse code is only used within the Chinese military and is incomprehensible to outsiders. From initially thinking it was an American soldier, then thinking it was Gui Touchang, Yue Zhongqi and his group now thought it was a battalion that had arrived.
A medium-sized ship can carry 500 people for long-range operations, so it should be 500 divine soldiers descending from the sky.
But when he deciphered the code, he was dumbfounded again, because it was just one sentence: Is she there?
Yue Zhongqi frowned, thinking to himself, "Who the hell is this? Are they playing a trick on me? Using Morse code to find someone, or is it her?"
He looked up sharply at Chen Rou: "It seems like they're looking for you."
He didn't know why, but his intuition told him it was about her.
Chen Rou turned around and had to bend down to see the outside world with her naked eye—a medium-sized warship under the night sky and dark clouds.
If it were an American, all she could imagine were all sorts of sophisticated weapons and countless troubles.
If it's Kito Masaharu, it will be a fierce battle.
If it were one of our own, well, I'd better not dream about it.
But at this moment, the appearance of the warship changed. In a daze, it was Nie Zhao in his youth, standing in the darkness, fearful, terrified, worried, anxious, and cautiously calling out to her, waiting for her response.
She had already figured it out; it could only be Nie Zhao.
Only he could say that he could build a warship whenever he wanted, and only he could paint Soviet-style warships in American colors.
He was so timid and cowardly, yet also so cunning and treacherous.
He may seem weak, but his vision and courage in doing things are beyond what others can even imagine.
He deserves to be the richest man, and he deserves to make money.
She went down to the cockpit, grabbed the walkie-talkie, and said, "I'm here, I'm fine, I'm safe!"
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