Chapter 803

When the eastern skyline a touch of golden light slowly rising, the dark eventually faded, the world ushered in a bright.

As soon as it was light, the soldiers on board woke up from their sleep. After breakfast, in the morning and even in the evening.

"Let's go!"

When Yamada Erlang returned from the restaurant and strode into the bridge command room, on the captain's seat, the cold sound of the night suddenly rang.

Nodded gently, Yamada Erlang said to the correspondent in the command room: "order to go down, the fleet will start immediately!"

With a command, the fleet moored quietly on the sea suddenly sounded the "Wuwu" whistle.

The long whistle repeated three times, and after that, the White Fleet began to boil.

"Rumbling" engine sound, suddenly resounded through the world, the sea seems to be boiling.

In the roar of the engine, the sea water suddenly disturbed, the stern of each ship, the sea water rolled, the propeller turned up

Under the thrust, the stationary fleet moved slowly, straight ahead, approaching the cloud wall ahead.

The movement caused by the fleet also attracted the attention of some people a few miles away.

In the east of the fleet, the armored ship belonging to the hero association started its engine in confusion, moved on the sea and approached the direction of the fleet.

For the hero Association's tail, after getting the relevant instructions, each ship chose to ignore and let the armored ship close.

With the advance of the fleet, the front fog wall is getting closer and closer.

Dense fog, people can not see anything in the fog from the outside.

One mile, four hundred meters, three hundred meters, two hundred meters

When the bow of the heavy cruiser rushed into the fog, the night in the bridge command room watched the fog coming, engulfing the whole heavy cruiser.

From the outside, the huge fleet is entering the fog, being swallowed by the fog one by one.

When the last destroyer disappeared in the fog wall, the armored ship of the hero association was late, followed by it, heading for the fog.

Quiet, dead quiet.

Fog seems to isolate the sound, even the sound of water can not be heard, the ship's engine roar, at this moment seems to be particularly clear.

Looking around, the world is vast and white. You can only see the dense fog around, and the visual distance is less than tens of meters.

Looking out of the window, the thick fog is like flying dust, rolling and sliding on the glass, like a thin piece of sand.

"Can you tell the direction?"

The outside world is so turbid that he inquires about it.

Of course, Hiro Yamada knew what general Sawyer was worried about. He replied, "with an electronic compass on board, the fleet will not lose its way."

Hearing Yamada Erlang's reply, she was relieved.

As long as we don't lose our way, the fog can't stop the first army.

With a slight pause, Yamada continued to ask, "general! The town of lasva is closest to our present position. Is it the first target

Lasva town?

Now the first regiment has no specific goal. Of course, it only needs to be eliminated in order of distance.

So she thought, "let's go here."

With that, the night continued: "come on, the fleet is sailing at an average speed of 12 knots."

The speed of the fleet is a little fast. In such a dense fog, too fast speed represents danger.

If there are obstacles, reefs, or an island in front, once the speed is too fast, when it is found, it is difficult for the ship to stop in time, and it can only bump into it. The result is absolutely disastrous.

"Yes

As the roar of the engine abated, the speed of the fleet sailing in the fog decreased slowly.

At the same time, each ship's signal lights lit up almost at the same time, flashing in the fog, telling other ships their position.

In the sea shrouded by fog, the fleet is moving slowly. As we pass by, we can only hear the roar of the engine.

Spratly Islands is a long and narrow island group. It is nine hundred kilometers from west to East and three hundred kilometers from south to north.

The scope of fog can be said to have exceeded the edge of Spratly Islands.

The fleet is more than 200 kilometers away from the first target "lasva".

It's not a long distance, but it's for a fleet that can sail at high speed.

If sailing at 12 knots, it will take a lot of time for the fleet to reach its destination.

The journey is boring, in the passage of time, ten hours unconsciously left.

The voyage in the fog was unexpectedly smooth. Although the speed of the fleet was slow, it came all the way without any accident. Everything was very smooth.

When the sky outside is dark, people will know the night.

In the fog, the concept of time seems to be consumed to the extreme, people can not feel the changes between heaven and earth.

"Woo, woo"

The sea is rippling, and the fleet is passing slowly in the dark fog.

The huge searchlight is straight ahead. Although the light column is clearly visible, it can't see too far away.

Just then, several long sirens began to sound.

With the sound of the siren falling, the sailing fleet slowly slowed down until it stopped completely.

When the fleet was still, with a "click" sound, the beams of light on each ship went out one by one.

When the last pillar of light disappeared, the sea shrouded in fog was completely calm.

As always, at night, the fleet stopped.

This is understandable to anyone.

After all, in shallow waters, the advent of darkness is extremely dangerous for mankind.

Once being watched by sea animals, in a way, it is more dangerous than facing the devil.

"What are you looking at?"

From the dark, Yalan's figure appeared, she leaned against crayville's side, looked at the dark night outside, said aloud.

Clevel was in a blue dress and lean against the side of the boat.

She looked at the front of the fog and darkness, and was not too surprised by the arrival of Yalan.

Just calmly said: "I'm thinking about this mission, you see the fog, overwhelming, that kind of disgusting smell, strong suffocating, this mission..."