Chapter 186: Underwater Strike (Bonus for 2800 Monthly Votes)

Off the coast of Barquett Island.

Two dilapidated fishing boats were fully refueled, and their skinny, sallow-eyed crewmen hauled crates of supplies aboard.

Ai Jia squatted on the dock, smoking with a fat man in uniform beside him.

He was not a genuine fisherman, but a gang boss on the island who monopolized all business—anyone coming to beg for food had to pay him an extra tax.

On ordinary days, Ai Jia was the local emperor; the so-called official authorities meant nothing.

"When there's a meal notice, just eat whatever's served; if there isn't, cook it yourself in the dorm."

Taking advantage of the stalemate at the siege of Chang'an, Huang Quan had already organized soldiers to construct numerous wooden rafts and simple boats; aside from sending dozens downstream as warnings to enemy forces below, per Ge Liang's orders, most were moored along the Wei River, waiting to pursue when the enemy retreated.

But those legends were merely things passed around by others; without personal experience, everyone remained skeptical.

Guo Huai received a report from the commander of Luo Yu Kou: a large army was indeed rushing toward them, yet their strength and intentions remained unclear; fearing encirclement and annihilation, he swiftly ordered a retreat to the vicinity of Wu Gong and Mei County to prevent the enemy from stealthily capturing the county towns.

Zhao Hao stared blankly, speechless—was it my fault for not attacking? Isn't not attacking better? Doesn't the situation make me a lucky star?

A sharp *crack* rang out—the giant hand seized the alien Immortal King's finger with brute force and snapped it instantly.

Teresa took the brown paper bag, weighed it in her hand; its solid feel assured her the contents were fine.

On the way back, Wang Mengjiao tried to speak several times, but each time the words died on her lips—as if she harbored some unspeakable secret.

Zhao Hao's world floated behind him, radiating Jin Guang; wherever the golden light shone, the bloodlight retreated entirely.

Since no one had drunk alcohol, everyone remained rational; after hearing Cao Yue's answer, they asked no further questions.

A week before arriving in Italy, the coaching staff had already begun discussing this issue—back then, Atlético Madrid had just played their first Champions League match against Bayern Munich, and their third league game against Racing Santander hadn't even started yet.

In the instant Ning Yi flew away, he chose to absorb it all; his internal Qi sea had been tested repeatedly, and absorbing this much was no problem.

Herbert propped himself up with his sword, his other hand gripping the brown wooden box tightly; his eyes swept over the restless Loslin and Xialan, then settled on the hovering Ophelia, where he whispered.

"This is the supercarrier I mentioned!" As the group entered the conference room, Dr. Pratt pointed to a bizarrely shaped aircraft carrier model on the table and introduced it to them.

After passing the second checkpoint came military and police checkpoints; beyond those were three newly built cement highways, leading respectively to Baoxing Base, Xiancheng Base, Xinghe Base, and Gaoda Base.

At the same moment, nearly everyone marveled at Morris's pass—a pass no one expected, yet one that gave Darren Bent the perfect opportunity.

Si Bao pressed close to Gu Yanying; since Qian Rongzhi referred to her as Commander, Gu Yanying's words sounded perfectly natural—as if Qian Rongzhi had always intended to become her disciple.

Shi Ruoyu's ideal outcome was to stealthily approach the arriving group without being noticed by the Koreans, confirm whether they were allies, and if not, slip away unseen.

Ling Yushi and the others looked uneasy, frowning slightly, clearly worried.