Lin Mo swiped the screen. In the next video, over a hundred Eagle Country soldiers were floundering and cursing in the frigid seawater.
On the deck of the Black Tortoise Ship, Great Xia's soldiers were enthusiastically waving at them.
"Hahaha!" Lin Mo could not help laughing out loud.
That felt so good!
"What happened afterward? How were the prisoners in the water dealt with?"
"They were ransomed back." The staff officer adjusted his glasses.
"I don't know the exact terms, but one thing is certain: Eagle Country must have paid a painful price to ransom these men."
"If you need them, I can retrieve the details."
Lin Mo chuckled.
"No need. As long as we got something out of it."
"Eagle Country really tried to gain an advantage and ended up losing even more. Serves them right!"
Operation "Iron Pincer," launched by the Eight-Nation Combined Fleet, had turned out to be all thunder and little rain.
With two main fleet carriers inexplicably disabled and a cruiser rammed and sunk in full view, the fleet withdrew in disgrace, bringing the so-called "military exercise" to an anticlimactic end.
Great Xia had won without fighting.
And the man responsible for it all was lying comfortably in bed, enjoying the sight of his enemies' humiliation.
Immense satisfaction and boundless exhaustion washed over him together, and Lin Mo's eyelids grew heavier and heavier.
In the distance, the two massive ships, the Queen Elizabeth and the Dai Gao, resembled two dead fish run aground, laboriously towed by small tugboats, looking utterly forlorn beneath the setting sun.
The world sank into darkness.
An unknown amount of time passed.
Lin Mo was awakened by an unusual, delicate fragrance.
Fresh, with a faint sweetness, it drifted into his nose and soothed his nerves.
He opened his eyes. Instead