"this……"

On the Zhenhai, Lin Weiguo remained in the same position as when he roared, his mouth agape wide enough to fit two eggs.

He had even prepared himself to be swept away by the giant waves and die for his country.

So now they're telling him it's paused?

Unlike the world over there that seemed to be sealed in amber, here on the Zhenhai, the sea breeze was still there, the waves were still there, and everything was as usual.

An invisible barrier, like the Chu-Han border, precisely separated the "Dragon Xia camp" from the "enemy camp".

Lin Weiguo blinked twice and slowly picked up the teacup that had fallen to the ground.

He rubbed his old eyes and looked at the huge probe hanging on the sea surface in the distance, slowly "sliding" downwards.

"That thing... is it moving?" he asked the first mate beside him, somewhat uncertainly.

The first mate was dumbfounded: "Commander... it seems to be moving. At this rate, it should be able to be submerged by this time next year."

Lin Weiguo was stunned for a full ten seconds.

Then, an uncontrollable surge of ecstasy welled up inside me.

"Hahahaha! Damn!"

This old soldier was uneducated; he could get by with just one word: "grass."

He pointed at George in the distance, who was not completely frozen but was practically frozen, and laughed so hard that tears streamed down his face.

"I thought you were going to unleash a killer move, but you're just putting on a stop-motion animation?"

"This is your high technology? This is God's hammer?"

"I think God got rheumatism and couldn't keep hitting anymore! Hahahaha!"

……

Meanwhile, on the other side of the world...

The live stream on the external website was completely silent.

Those Western keyboard warriors who were just spamming "God bless America" ​​and clamoring to teach the East a lesson are now like roosters with their necks choked, unable to utter a single word.

It's so familiar. This scene, this feeling, is so damn familiar.

Although the scene changed from 10,000 meters in the air to a turbulent sea, and the protagonist changed from fighter jets to a combined fleet, the despairing "rule-based crushing" completely ignored the sense of déjà vu that would turn Newton, Einstein, and all the great physicists of mankind to death, and once again awakened the deepest nightmares in their hearts.

Just last night, on the other side of the ocean, the F-22 Raptor, representing the pinnacle of the aviation industry, was also nailed to the ground like a kite in full view of everyone.

It's that demon...

After a long while, a comment finally floated by tremblingly, carrying an unconcealable fear.

That Eastern devil who treats F-22s like toys is back!

Fear, like a plague, instantly infected everyone via the internet. This time, it wasn't a lone plane, but an entire aircraft carrier battle group representing humanity's maritime supremacy! A steel torrent built with hundreds of billions of dollars!

They just stopped there. Like a group of naughty elementary school students being punished by their teacher to stand in the corner, they stood there obediently and properly, unable to turn even a single screw.

Is this Eastern witchcraft?

This isn't war... God, this is a dimensional attack. Are we fighting against gods?

[That damned idiot George! What did he ever do to deserve this?! He sent the entire fleet to hell!]

despair.

Utter, utter despair.

The technological barriers, industrial miracles, and military hegemony that Western people are so proud of have shattered into a pile of unwanted glass shards in the face of the probe awkwardly hovering on the sea surface.

No matter how advanced your technology is, how huge your tonnage is, or how accurate your missiles are, what good is it?

They don't play with parameters; they directly modify the physical constants!

In this realm called "Yunmengze", if I say the wind will stop, the wind will not dare to move; if I say the water will stop, the waves will not dare to surge.

……

Compared to the mourning atmosphere in the West, the domestic live-streaming rooms, after a brief period of confusion, completely erupted.

[Holy crap! Holy crap! A freeze spell! This is definitely a freeze spell, right?]

[The person upstairs is uncultured; that's called "Sunflower Acupuncture Technique"! It's confirmed, Commander Lin, you know magic, just admit it! That big stick looked pretty scary just now, how come it suddenly went limp?]

[Hahaha! This is hilarious! Guys, look at George! He's still posing! That expression is absolutely priceless. I suggest making a meme out of it, titled "The Last Stand."]

Those sailors hanging in mid-air are the real gems! Look at their paddling style, their hang time—it's a waste that they're not in the NBA!

[Is this what a master does? No need for knives or guns, not even a drop of blood. If I don't allow it, you can't even commit suicide? That's so domineering! I love it!]

[Hey, what kind of sorcery is that? That's science! That's our country's latest high-polymer space adhesive! Do you even know what cutting-edge technology is? Believe in science!]

[What the hell is this polymer adhesive? Hey upstairs, stop trying to wash it! You're making Mr. Zhang from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs' wig fall off! How the hell do you explain this? Did the air in a localized area of ​​the sea suddenly become viscous?]

Some netizens, not wanting to miss out on a good spectacle, went to foreign websites to post their opinions:

Hey guys, looks like your fleet's out of fuel? Want one of our fishing boats to help push it? It's super cheap!

What's that big stick for? Is it for measuring sea level? The descent speed is quite steady; is this the legendary Western craftsmanship? Slow and steady wins the race?

[Shocking! The Eagle Federation carrier strike group performed a "Red Light, Green Light" game in the South China Sea to celebrate the traditional Dragon Summer festival! A deeply moving display of international friendship!]

……

On the Zhenhai.

Lin Weiguo finally finished laughing.

He wiped away the tears of laughter, realizing that it must have been Su Guoshi who made the move.

It's also his fault for being too hasty and not remembering that Su Guoshi had the ability to stop time; otherwise, he wouldn't have panicked.

Just then, the red encrypted phone in my pocket vibrated.

Lin Weiguo's expression hardened, and he immediately answered the phone.

"Commander!"

On the other end of the phone, Long Yi's voice was calm, without much emotional fluctuation, as if he had everything that had just happened under control.

"Old Lin, it's time."

"Su Guoshi's skill has taken effect; this combined fleet is no longer a threat."

"Since they've come uninvited and don't want to maintain any decorum, then let's not let them leave."

"Tell the soldiers to prepare to board the ship."

"Besides detaining the people, bring back the aircraft carrier, destroyer, frigate, and even the supply ship intact."

At this point, Long Yi paused slightly, his tone becoming more meaningful.

"Our country's naval museum is missing a few decent exhibits. I think the 'Poseidon' would be a good fit."

Lin Weiguo's eyes instantly lit up like searchlights.

Get rich!

This time, we've really struck it rich!

If we could capture this entire combined fleet without firing a single shot, the wealth of our Longxia Navy would instantly double!

And this is not just a matter of a few ships.

This is to expose the Eagle Federation's true colors and let the whole world see its outward strength but inner weakness!

"Yes, sir! Mission accomplished!"

Lin Weiguo hung up the phone and turned to look at the Longxia warriors behind him, who were already impatient and their eyes were gleaming with desire.

He waved his hand and said:

"Hey guys! Stop eating sunflower seeds!"

"Grab the rope and your weapons!"

"Go! Tie those foreign devils back here! Remember, be careful not to damage our 'new ship'!"

"Today is a good day, we... have a bumper harvest!"

……

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