The Fine Tradition of the Logistics Group

At the same time Xu Tingze subdued Bru.

A few nautical miles away, aboard Ship 101, the command vessel.

Political Commissar Gui Zhaolin, alone aboard the command vessel, stared blankly at Zhao Ming, the communications officer.

"Good heavens, Old Zhao, what did you say? The Xianyang has defected?"

Looking at Gui Zhaolin, whose eyes seemed about to pop out of his head, Zhao Ming wore an expression of lingering astonishment as well.

"That's right. The Xianyang's captain, Fang Yutong, just contacted us. He said the entire crew is willing to defect on the spot."

"According to Fang Yutong, they've taken control of the Across-the-sea advisers aboard the Xianyang. They've now got the entire ship firmly under their control."

Gui Zhaolin fell silent.

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To be honest.

As political commissar of the South Sea Fleet, he'd seen all kinds of situations, big and small.

But, to be honest, he'd never seen the entire other side defect at such a critical moment.

After all.

The Xianyang was a Gleaves-class ship the other side had brought in to counterbalance the Rabbits' Four Great Vajras. It was a standard piece of "American aid."

In the current situation, adding another ship's worth of combat power would have an undeniable effect on the overall balance.

More importantly.

Why would they defect now, when they'd been sailing along just fine?

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Gui Zhaolin quickly ran through all kinds of thoughts, then asked Zhao Ming:

"Old Zhao, is the Xianyang's captain on the line?"

Zhao Ming nodded and pointed to the communications device nearby.

"He is."

Gui Zhaolin immediately reached out.

"Put me through to him."

The situation was so complicated that every second counted, but some things had to be clarified. Taking someone's word for it could easily lead to serious problems.

Before long.

Zhao Ming handed