(Posted first, revised later. The next chapter will be the same; it will probably take another two or three hours before it can be revised.)
After some effort, Tang San and the others finally arrived before the Seahorse Pillar. Tang Hao, however, was not as long-winded as Tang San and the rest. He flew straight into the air, then...
That sentence gave my mind a moment of clarity, but I was still muddled, like paste, all sticky and clumped together.
Chen Yanfeng trembled as he reached for the cigarettes in his pocket, fumbling for a long while before finally pulling out the pack. But after coughing, he failed to hold it steady, and the cigarette pack fell to the ground.
Hua Nongyue looked helplessly at the sky. He did not want to take him along, did he? He wanted him to remain with Yue Xin forever, but would things still be the same three years from now?
Never mind how many troops Zhalak could still command now; in any case, it was far fewer than before. For Zhalak, who had always liked crushing his enemies with sheer numbers, that was undoubtedly an indirect attack of sorts. Left with no choice, he could only begin replenishing his personnel... and that was where the problem arose.
Airships relied on gas bags to float through the air and did not need to continuously consume fuel. These newly built giant airships were even larger and could carry radar arrays more powerful than those of early-warning aircraft. Whether in terms of economy or combat performance, they were far superior to early-warning aircraft.
Lin Yingkong gently stroked the pendant around his neck, feeling Feng Rong's spiritual power flowing within it, and remained silent for a long time.
Their faces were all icy. Two of them were