The Spell's Range Covers the Entire Territory of China? Hand It Over to the Nation

”Hmph, I knew it.” General George’s wariness dissipated, and he sneered, ”In international waters where the rules are ambiguous, their hands can’t reach this far. Furthermore, this is the great Eagle Federation fleet. Prepare the champagne, we will send those poor Oriental sailors to see God due to an accidental collision. This will be a—”

Static—!

Just then, the noisy public channel broadcast suddenly cut into the command room’s audio System.

A loud Longxia voice with a thick accent rang out:

”Hello, hello, hello? Sound check, one, two, three... ahem, who is that, can you hear me? Can the people opposite hear me?”

”That... brother driving the big ship opposite, take a piece of advice from your uncle. Your ship is too big, the inertia is huge, and the brake pads probably aren’t working well, right? Definitely don’t slow down! Hear me? Definitely don’t slow down! Step on the gas to the bottom and charge at me!”

General George frowned: ”Translate! What is he saying?”

The translator’s face was strange, stammering as he translated: ”He said... let us not slow down.”

General George: ?

Did he hear wrong?

Before General George could react, the voice on the broadcast suddenly became high-pitched:

”Come, come, come! Ram here! Ram at the bridge!”

”I’m worried about no reason to scrap this broken ship! It’s been in service for thirty years, the air conditioning doesn’t even cool, and they won’t give me a new one. Today, I’ve met a noble person! With this collision, I can just take the pension and go home to hold my grandson, and I can save the country a dismantling fee!”

”The one driving the ship, is your aim any good? If not, should I turn on a navigation light for you? Hurry up, I’ve already peeled the melon seeds here, just waiting for your nudge!”

Meanwhile, the screen on the big display changed.

The ”Zhenhai,” which was previously full of Killing Intent, suddenly slowed down on the sea, even turning around in place, turning its hull sideways, exposing its most vulnerable side to the joint fleet’s route without any defense.

Even more absurdly, there was an extra chair on the front deck.

A figure in a navy uniform was sitting there with his legs crossed, holding a large tea mug, blowing on the hot tea while huffing and puffing, pointing at this side while doing so. That posture was exactly like an old man waiting at the entrance of a village to watch the excitement.

In the command room of ”poseidon,” everyone was dumbfounded.

The epic feeling of ”two armies facing off, life and death on the line” just a moment ago shattered into pieces. An absurd feeling that made people unable to figure it out spread out.

”What... what tactic is this?” The adjutant opened his mouth wide, ”Empty City Strategy? Or some ancient Oriental curse ritual?”

General George was also somewhat suspicious and uncertain, his face gradually darkening.

He had studied countless Dragon Summer military tactics, from The Art of War to guerrilla warfare, and had even studied the personality profiles of every Dragon Summer Commander.

In his files, Lin Weiguo was clearly a tough guy with a fiery personality who would rather break than bend.

But at this moment, what he saw was an out-and-out hoodlum.

If the opponent were prepared to die, it would mean they were at their wit’s end and had no choice but to fight to the death.

But now, the opponent was not only not fighting to the death, but even opening their doors and begging to be rammed. This could only mean one thing—it was a trap!

”This is impossible...” General George stared at the figure leisurely drinking tea on the screen, his brain racing.

A Commander prepared to sacrifice himself would never be in this state.

The only explanation was that their reinforcements had arrived, or rather... the ”thing” that gave them such confidence was already in place.

That mysterious Eastern weapon!

”He is baiting us into attacking!” General George suddenly realized, a layer of cold sweat instantly breaking out on his back.

”This is a trap! If we ram into them or open fire, we will trigger a counterattack mechanism at the ’rule’ level!”

Think about the fate of the F-22, think about the instant noodles in the pilot’s mouth.

General George’s hand trembled, and a few drops of red wine spilled.

He was well aware of the terror of that kind of power.

It was an absolute forbidden zone of the gods.