Chapter 983: Just Smear Your Face Black

When He Yuzhu returned to the shore, the members of the delegation were all beaming with joy—having drifted on the sea for several days, they finally had solid ground under their feet.

But as the group stepped off the boat, their bodies were still swaying incessantly, as if they were stepping on cotton.

No sooner had their feet stood firm than their stomachs began to rebel.

Having not had a proper hot meal for several days, they could barely contain the saliva in their mouths as they smelled the aroma of grilled fish wafting from the shore.

But when they crowded over to look, they saw several piles of corpses hacked into chunks of meat next to the grilled fish, and their stomachs immediately churned; one by one, they ran to the side, leaned against trees, and began to vomit violently.

Bureau Chief Zhang could not attend to anything else and hurriedly called for the security personnel to dig large pits on the beach to bury the corpse chunks right there.

He Yuzhu did not join in the excitement; his mind was still on the pier from earlier—if there were any survivors left uncleaned, that would be troublesome.

Bureau Chief Zhang also saw what he was thinking, walked over, and asked in a low voice, "Factory Director He, do you want to go to that pier and take a look?"

"No need." He Yuzhu shook his head, his gaze sweeping over the Philippine sailors squatting to the side. "You first clean up the corpses on the shore properly, and also, keep a close eye on those Philippine monkey sailors. They look docile and honest right now, but given the chance, they will bite just the same."

"Then you take care of yourself." Bureau Chief Zhang patted his shoulder.

He Yuzhu scanned the area, and seeing that there was no major chaos at the scene, he turned and walked quickly along the rugged mountain path toward the place where the firefight had just occurred.

In less than ten minutes, he had snuck back to that battlefield.

At a glance, there were actually twenty or thirty survivors squatting behind a pile of rubble.

Most of these people were not seriously injured; some only had minor scrapes on their arms, but they were all very lazy and refused to walk back to the shore, shrinking there to wait for rescue.

They waited and waited, never expecting that what they were waiting for was not a rescue party, but the King of Hell.

He Yuzhu did not use his gun; he directly activated his space and gathered all these people in at once, letting them slowly air-dry into cured meat inside the space. He felt not a shred of pity—he remembered clearly how these people acted as lackeys for the M Country people in later generations.

After cleaning up the battlefield, He Yuzhu quickly returned to the patrol boat.

When he arrived, the members of the delegation were already lying scattered on the shore, fast asleep, their snoring rising and falling. He did not disturb them, letting them have a good sleep.

As the sky grew dark and twilight gathered, he finally woke everyone up one by one, preparing to set off.

When departing, he had Captain Sun pilot the modified patrol boat, while he himself boarded the fishing boat that the Philippine monkeys had used to lead the way, bringing only two security personnel with him.

Having been running non-stop for these past few days, he was also exhausted, so he took this stretch of the journey to catch his breath.

At the same time, the Pentagon was in an uproar.

Upon learning the news that the Huaxia delegation had landed on Yam Island, the telephone bells rang incessantly, as if a hornet's nest had been poked.

After General William received the news, he immediately called all the core staff of the Staff Department over. He knew clearly—once these Huaxia people slipped into the Bashi Channel or turned into the Nanhai, the M Country warships would no longer be able to pursue them freely.

One staff officer spoke first: "My suggestion is to fully blockade the Bashi Channel; we must not let them slip into the Taiwan Strait."

Another staff officer frowned and said, "Then what if they go around Luzon to enter the Nanhai?"

General William waved his hand: "Then let our ally, the Philippines, blockade it."

A staff officer nearby looked troubled: "General, we can't even blockade it ourselves; as for the Philippines... I'm afraid we can't count on them, right?"

General William pondered for a moment and said, "I believe the possibility of them taking the Bashi Channel is greater; the main force should be concentrated and deployed there."

His confidant Martin immediately chimed in: "I agree with the General's judgment. Taking the Nanhai is much further than taking the Bashi Channel; those Huaxia people won't choose the long way around. I suggest sending large transport planes to mobilize troops from the mainland and urge the Philippine military to cooperate with the operation."

General William nodded and immediately ordered: "George, take a notebook and write this down." He paused and said in a deep voice: "Draw thirty F16 Fighter Jets and seven warships from Guam, with the main force blockading the Bashi Channel..."

On the other side, Director Li was not idle either; he quickly took out a satellite phone to contact the domestic military and urgently coordinate a rescue plan.

He Yuzhu sat in the cabin, the intermittent sound of radio waves in his ears. He squinted his eyes, his fingers tapping lightly on his knees, calculating in his mind how to play the next move.

After Director Li finished his call with the mainland, he called Director Li, Deputy Director Shi, Zongwu, Captain Zhang, Captain Sun, and Deputy Captain Li all together, sitting in a circle to hold a small, temporary meeting.

At the meeting, Director Li got straight to the point: "I have already requested the Navy to head to the Bashi Channel to meet the delegation's return..."

After he finished speaking, the others also expressed their views, and the opinions were basically unified—they all tended toward taking the Tsushima Strait.

After listening, He Yuzhu waved his hand directly and vetoed it: "Everyone knows that although we won beautifully in the last battle, those soldiers who escaped must have already passed the news back.

The Bashi Channel is their last line of blockade; going there is like drilling into a graveyard."

Director Li frowned: "If we don't go that way, then where do we go?"

He Yuzhu's gaze darkened: "If you ask me, we should just land on Luzon, seize an M Country transport plane, and fly back to Hainan."

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole room was shocked, and everyone shook their heads.

Captain Sun spoke first: "Doing that, won't it cause unnecessary diplomatic disputes?"

He Yuzhu continued unhurriedly: "We are now only a little over a hundred nautical miles from Luzon, and we can get there in a few hours. By then, there will surely be a large number of fishing boats on the sea, and we can mix in..."

Director Li wanted to interject again, but He Yuzhu raised his hand to interrupt: "This concerns more than forty lives; safety first, listen to me. There are hundreds or thousands of fishing boats in this sea area; how can they check them all? Can they even manage to check them?"

Deputy Captain Li was the first to change his attitude, nodding heavily: "I agree with Factory Director He's opinion; this is indeed the safest route and the most reliable method."

Director Li still had concerns: "But if we kill those fishermen..."

"Who said anything about killing them?" He Yuzhu smiled. "I won't kill them; as long as they obediently take us to the island and help us land, that's enough. By then, we'll smear our faces black, change into their national soldiers' uniforms, and just say we retreated from Yam Island."

Someone muttered: "But we don't look like them."

He Yuzhu glanced at him and replied casually: "Once your face is smeared black, who can tell?"

After the opinions were unified, the group quickly changed their clothes and put on makeup, painting their faces pitch black, and once they were properly prepared, they set off.

After sailing for about an hour, a dark mass of fishing boats indeed appeared on the sea. He Yuzhu had sharp eyes; he immediately spotted the two largest ones and ordered them to be intercepted.

When those Philippine fishermen on the boat saw that it was their own military officers, they immediately approached with beaming faces, nodding and bowing as they asked in broken English: "Officer, is there anything we can help with?"

He Yuzhu did not change his expression and replied in fluent English: "Our boat is out of fuel; we need to requisition your boats."

When those fishermen heard this, their faces smiled even more broadly, and they tentatively asked: "Officer, then... can we have a little reward for our trouble?"

He Yuzhu replied casually: "Once we reach the shore, you won't be short-changed."

Director Li and his group quickly transferred to the fishing boats, but He Yuzhu did not follow them up; instead, he stayed on the original boat. He had already instructed the people on the delegation's boat beforehand that once they were far away, they should blow up these two boats to destroy the evidence.

But after the fishing boats had sailed a distance away, He Yuzhu did not detonate the Explosive.

He quietly took the two boats into his space and released the old fishing boat he had modified himself. This boat looked tattered on the outside, but He Yuzhu had spent no small amount of effort maintaining and improving it, so it ran without any hesitation, its horsepower surging upward, and it chased after them like an arrow.

By the time he reached the shore, he had finally caught up with the main force.

As the fishing boat docked, those Philippine fishermen came up again, rubbing their hands and asking with a smile: "Officer, can we have a little more?"

He Yuzhu was not stingy either, slapping five hundred US dollars into each of their hands.

The two of them took the money and counted it, so happy that snot bubbles were almost popping out of their noses; they thanked him repeatedly, wishing they could kneel down and kowtow a couple of times.

He Yuzhu made an excuse about going out to find vehicles, but the moment he was outside, he released two trucks from his space.

The group boarded the vehicles as soon as they left the pier, speeding like the wind straight toward Clark Air Base.

Upon reaching the perimeter of the airport, He Yuzhu first settled everyone down to rest in a nearby dense forest, then took Captain Sun and Deputy Captain Li with him to sneak inside without a sound.

At this moment, Clark Air Base was in an uproar, with soldiers from M Country shuttling back and forth everywhere, the noise of people deafening, and equipment piled up like mountains.

On the tarmac sat four C130 Transport Aircraft parked in perfect order, all forces that M Country had just transferred from Hong Kong; the soldiers were lining up and getting ready, preparing to execute a blockade mission—the target of the blockade was none other than He Yuzhu and his group.