The moon was exceptionally bright after the rainstorm.
Kito Chang put away his binoculars and said in a low voice, "None of them have returned. Let's turn back!"
A low, mournful wail echoed from the ship: "My brother is gone just like that! I want the ICPO to pay for this in blood!"
Another person cried, "My dad, he's really dead? Kill them, I'm going to kill them!"
The ship was filled with howls, high and low, like the low growls of hungry wolves. Gui Tou Chang encouraged them at the right moment: "Send them to hell, and you will go to heaven for honor and reunite with your loved ones in heaven."
They were all young children, living, breathing human beings, but under his encouragement and misleading influence, they all became executioners, killing machines. Naturally, the difficulty of this battle will be unprecedented.
...
Early in the morning, just as the rosy dawn was rising.
Yue Zhongqi received instructions from his superiors and was preparing to send a radio message when he saw Chen Rou standing on the deck, giving a thumbs-up and looking into the distance. He asked with a smile, "Is Mrs. Nie measuring the wind speed? The weather forecast says there will be strong winds at noon today, but they will stop at four o'clock this afternoon."
The weather support from the South China Sea allowed them to plan an airstrike at 4 p.m.
Because the troops currently have relatively little experience in naval air strikes, they themselves are unable to make a judgment.
In war, a thousand days of reading is not as good as one battle. So Chen Rou took the instructions, looked at his radio message, made two corrections after the decimal point of the coordinates, and said, "Strike according to these coordinates."
It was a huge rock on a cliff. Four shells would be a perfect strike to knock it down, but if they couldn't, the planes would have made a wasted trip and wouldn't have helped them at all. And it was very difficult for ICPO to apply for an air strike operation, so Yue Zhongqi naturally had to ask why.
Chen Rou explained, "When the sulfur and the heat emanating from the island meet the cold air, the wind won't stop so quickly. Based on this morning's wind speed, there should still be a level 3 wind on the island this afternoon. Using this angle and the height I marked will be the most accurate."
Yue Zhongqi had also been to the island, but he wasn't in the Aerospace Force and didn't know much about the field. He casually asked, "You seem to be in good health. Why are you suddenly not flying? I was waiting to see you fly a fighter jet."
Chen Rou was finding it increasingly strange, as she had experienced no pregnancy symptoms whatsoever from last night until today.
She smiled and said, "Next time, if there's another chance, I'll drive it for you."
The airstrike mission has been issued, and the wolves, tigers, leopards, and mighty warriors, led by Wang Baodao, have received their weapons and ammunition and are ready to set off to deploy along the Taiwan Strait border.
Just before leaving, Ah Lang came to find Chen Rou and gave her an envelope that was pasted up and had a lacquer fire stamp on it. He said, "Miss, this is the envelope that Father gave to One-Eyed Brother on the day of the typhoon. He had fallen and felt that he was not doing well, so he wanted One-Eyed Brother to go directly to the Nie family and give the envelope to you. But after a check-up at the hospital, the problem was not serious, so he took it back. But before coming here, he gave the envelope to me."
Chen Rou took the envelope and nodded, but said, "It's just a letter. Whether or not you give it to me is up to Master Dong. This long message is something he asked you to relay to me, right? Why do you have to let me know so clearly?"
Ah Lang scratched his head: "I don't know either, but he told me to tell the truth."
Chen Rou said, "Go ahead," and then opened the envelope, immediately understanding Master Dong's intention.
He risked his life for charity, and nearly fell to his death during a typhoon. He thought he was going to die, so he urgently sent someone to deliver his will to her. However, after arriving at the hospital, he found that the problem was not serious, so he took the will back.
To be honest, he was also hesitant at the time. He was dying and hadn't spent all his money, but he didn't want to just accept his fate and hand everything over to Chen Rou. However, after she visited him the day before yesterday, Mr. Dong changed his mind.
After all, he's an octogenarian; nobody knows whether an accident or tomorrow will come first.
The envelope contained only one piece of paper with a simple message: everything under his name would be inherited by Chen Rou. In addition, there was his signature, personal seal, fingerprint, and the signatures and seals of the head of the law firm and the lawyers. As long as Chen Rou filled in her section, everything in Yi Yong Tang would belong to her.
Holding the paper, Chen Rou sighed softly.
Master Dong has a bad temper and is far less lovable than Master Er, but he is a man of true character. He is truly committed when needed and generous with his money!
...
It was already afternoon. This was a frontal assault, and the battle was about to begin. The four medium-sized ships set sail together, heading towards the 50-nautical-mile mark, and stopped about 8 kilometers from the reef island.
The sky was a clear blue. Apart from the command team, the rest of the people had boarded the assault boats, ready to launch a frontal assault at any time.
Hearing the faint roar of an airplane, Chen Ke took off his binoculars and said, "It's a reconnaissance plane, they're here!"
Just as Chen Rou was about to take the binoculars, Song Yuanchao said, "Drink the soup first."
He got some strange soup from somewhere; it was sweet and delicious. Chen Rou picked up the bowl and drank it all in one gulp. She then looked through the binoculars for a moment, gave a thumbs up, and said, "Let me confirm again, it's a level 3 wind at sea."
She was an aerospace professional with experience, and the radio operator immediately contacted the air force to communicate the situation.
Yue Zhongqi and his men were already near the shore, in the shallows. Through their binoculars, they could see that the long, narrow beach was full of rocks and deserted. But behind each pile of rocks, there was a dark gun barrel.
As he chambered the bullet, he murmured, "Amitabha, God bless."
The soldier next to him, who knew a bit about feudal superstition, said, "Captain Yue, Amitabha Buddha and God are not related."
Yue Zhongqi said, "Then let the gods protect us."
The soldier said, "We're supposed to be forbidden from having these kinds of supernatural beliefs, so why do you believe in them?"
Yue Zhongqi retorted, "Haven't you heard of cramming for help at the last minute? Anyway, there's no harm in cramming for help. After the war is over, I'll firmly believe in communism again."
The soldier had just said you were really agile, and then Yue Zhongqi said, "Coming!"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
