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"Mr. Chu..."

Xie Yunting was stunned for a moment, a hint of hesitation flashed across his face, and he advised: "The time is now very ripe, we can completely destroy the combined fleet with lightning speed."

"I know!"

Young Master Chu nodded slightly, raised his eyes and glanced at Xie Yunyi, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and then he replied indifferently:

“I’ve said before, the bigger the waves, the more expensive the fish; the higher the risk, the greater the reward.

Now the Combined Fleet is also my meal, and I can eat it anytime.

I want to see if the Foot Basin Chicken can really stand up and dare to fight me."

Young Master Chu's voice seemed to be mixed with the coldness of the Siberian wind and the determination of breaking the ice in the cold winter. His eyes flashed with an unshakable firmness and determination:

"I know very well that the decision I'm making now is likely to trigger a war of a larger scale, and even bring unprecedented risks... However, since I've made up my mind to go to war, I must go all out and try to make those chickens in the basin tremble and change color whenever they mention our Great Xia Nation from now on!"

At this moment, Young Master Chu's tall figure appeared extremely tall and majestic under the bright lights of the command center.

His unwavering determination was like an indestructible mountain in this tense and depressing atmosphere, giving people endless peace of mind and trust.

Xie Yunting opened his mouth slightly, but in the end he wisely chose to remain silent. He slowly stood up, solemnly saluted Young Master Chu with a standard military salute, and then walked towards his own command platform with steady steps.

……

Seven nautical miles...six nautical miles...

As the combined fleet slowly and steadily approached the coast of the Magic City, the ships drew streaks of white foam on the sea, like white lines drawn in the dark night, which were particularly eye-catching.

Matsushita stood on the bridge, locked firmly on the front.

There, the bustling night scene of Shanghai is gradually becoming clear. The lights of the high-rise buildings flicker in the night, like a dazzling galaxy. The bustling city night scene forms a sharp contrast with the silence of the sea, which makes people feel shocked and awed.

Panasonic clenched his fists, his palms sweating slightly!

"Sir, my fleet is five miles away from the coast of Demon City!"

As the adjutant reported again, Matsushita gripped the railings of Cambridge tightly with both hands, his knuckles turned pale from excessive force, and his eyes were full of hesitation and struggle.

The night scene of Shanghai is like a huge painting, with every light and every building silently telling the prosperity and tenacity of this city. However, for Panasonic, all of this is like the fangs and scales of a prehistoric beast, emitting a frightening cold light. It is opening its bloody mouth, waiting for them to come to its door and swallow them in one gulp.

An unprecedented fear and anxiety surged in Matsushita's heart. He had a premonition that if he did not retreat now, he would be doomed.

"Stop!"

Finally, Panasonic could no longer resist the pressure in his heart, and his voice rang out on the bridge with an unprecedented determination.

His voice echoed across the bridge like a thunderclap, shocking everyone.

The forward momentum of the Combined Fleet came to an abrupt halt, the foam on the sea surface gradually disappeared, and the ships swayed gently on the sea surface, as if expressing a silent protest.

"Report the latest developments of both sides immediately."

Matsushita's voice was more serious and tense than ever before, and his eyes were staring at the adjutant like knives.

"Sir, my backup fleet has been assembled and is heading here at full speed. It is expected to rendezvous with us tomorrow afternoon.

空军方面前100架F-15J、30架F-15DJ和50架F2战机已经准备就绪，将分为4个波次为我舰队提供护航，第一波次将于……40分钟后起飞。”

“Why is it our military aircraft?”

Matsushita's face turned pale instantly, his eyes stared at the adjutant with sharp swords, and asked sternly: "Didn't the Prime Minister say that the Eagle Sauce aircraft carrier would provide us with air cover tonight?"

"Your Excellency."

Beads of sweat began to appear on the adjutant's forehead. He swallowed hard, his voice trembling, as if he was afraid of angering the gloomy commander in front of him.

"Regarding the air cover of the Eagle Sauce aircraft carrier, our fleet has not received a definite response. But the Prime Minister has repeatedly put pressure on the Eagle Sauce Country, and I believe they will not ignore our request."

"Eight grids!"

Hearing this, Panasonic's face turned even paler, and the anger in his heart erupted like a volcano.

He stared at the adjutant with wide eyes and roared:

"Our air force's combat radius is too short. How long can we stay in the air to reach the Magic City? Contact the Prime Minister's Office immediately to confirm whether the Eagle Sauce Fleet will provide support."

"Hai!"

The adjutant was frightened and trembled all over. He immediately bowed, turned around and walked away quickly. The atmosphere on the bridge became more tense in an instant, and everyone felt Matsushita's anger and anxiety.

Matsushita took two deep breaths, trying to calm himself down as much as possible, but his hands were still clenched into fists. He looked up at the sky, but found no trace of the Great Xia Baidi fighter plane, only endless emptiness and confusion.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the adjutant's panicked figure appeared on the bridge again.

His face was pale, and his eyes were filled with anxiety and fear. He walked quickly to Matsushita and reported in a trembling voice:

"Your Excellency, the Prime Minister's Office replied that the Eagle Sauce aircraft carrier formation has not yet given a definite answer. They are working hard to coordinate, but..."

But what? The adjutant didn't say it, but Panasonic understood that this meant that they could no longer get air support from the United States.

Gritting his teeth to suppress the fire that was about to erupt in his heart, Matsushita asked coldly: "What else did the Prime Minister's Office say?"

"The Prime Minister told the Commander not to worry. The Eagle has promised to provide the South Korean military base for my Air Force as a transit point... He promised that our sky will be covered by our Air Force until sunrise tomorrow morning."

The adjutant lowered his head, not daring to look at Matsushita, and told all the information he knew in one breath.