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The freighter finally left the defensive line of the US Navy, and the Zhenyuan aircraft carrier formation in Shenzhou finally stopped advancing.

It is said that the closest distance between the Zhenyuan aircraft carrier formation and the US Navy is only two or three nautical miles.

For naval warfare, a distance of two or three nautical miles is no different from being close at hand.

Xie Long sat on the big chair in the control room and let out a long breath.

Everything just now really belongs to the kind of arrows on the bow, and if one is not good, it will really be a large-scale naval battle, and when the time comes, with one fleet against two Mi fleets, the chance of victory is almost none.

The best ending is to drag a Mi fleet to die together.

"Report to the central government, the freighter has successfully passed through the defensive front of the US fleet, and it has now connected with the Samba Navy."

"Yes!!"

At this time, on the freighter, Zhao Chunliang stood at the front of the ship, looking at the warship with the samba flag not far away, and felt a little emotional.

Samba is known as one of the top ten powers in the world, and its name is indeed very scary, but when facing the US Navy, they don't even dare to go out of their territorial waters, not only because of their lack of combat effectiveness, but also because the imperialism of the United States has been deeply rooted in the land of South America, and no country or organization dares to be rough with the people of the United States on this land, so they can only stay in their territorial waters honestly.

The freighter finally sailed into the territorial waters of Samba country, and for Zhao Chunliang, it was a victory, but it was not a victory.

Because too many people died, and once Prism died, no one judged what the results of the competition were.

For such a result, Zhao Chunliang doesn't plan to ask too much, because the whole process of the battle will be recorded by everyone's Google Glass, or the monitoring on the ship will also be recorded, and someone will naturally score according to your performance at that time.

A cruiser drove to the side of the freighter.

"Mr. Moto, Deputy Commander-in-Chief of the Samba Navy, I hope to be able to meet you." Edward Rondo whispered to Zhao Chunliang.

"Let him come up." Zhao Chunliang looked into the distance and said flatly.

It didn't take long for a bearded, brown-skinned Samba man to come behind Zhao Chunliang.

"Hello, Honorable Lord Lord!" Moto bowed down respectfully to Zhao Chunliang, a salute that a lower-level nobleman must perform when he sees a higher-ranking nobleman.

"Hello." Zhao Chunliang turned around, looked at Moto, and said, "You are also a nobleman?" ”

"Returning to Lord Lord, I am an earl." Moto nodded.

"Earl!" Zhao Chunliang nodded, in Samba Country, the earl is already a very high title, according to the nobles of Samba Country, the king must be the first, and then the king, duke, earl, baron, marquis, viscount, lord.

This system is still a little different from the European system, it is said that Isabella's ancestors specially changed it, and it is unknown why it was changed.

"How many warships are there this time?" Zhao Chunliang asked.

"There are eight strategic cruisers, ten frigates, as well as destroyers, submarines, a total of about twenty-five." Moto said.

"So little?" Zhao Chunliang asked with a little surprise.

"This is already half of all the navies in our Samba country." Moto said a little embarrassed, "Because in order to control this sea area, the United States has restricted the development of the navies of various countries, not only the navy, but also the army and air force. ”

"I see!" Zhao Chunliang nodded, now the influence of the United States on the world is gradually declining, and South America is the base camp of the United States, and the United States cannot let his influence in South America decline under any circumstances, so the United States must limit the military strength of the major countries in South America, so that everyone has no way to develop, and you can always dominate this sea area.

It's a simple truth.

"Now that we have this batch of armaments, the national defense strength of our Samba country can undoubtedly be greatly improved, and I am really grateful to Mr. Wang Jue." Moto said excitedly.

"Don't thank me, this is what I should do, by the way, I want to ask you something, about the previous parade in Urato, the important town of Samba Country, how is the situation now?" Zhao Chunliang asked.

"The march has been suppressed, the queen personally ordered the arrest of a group of people, and the interrogation is currently underway, I don't know the specific situation, the prince can go to the capital, and Her Majesty will definitely inform you of everything." Moto said.

"How long does it take to fly from the port to the capital?" Zhao Chunliang asked.

"About an hour!"

After more than three hours of sailing, escorted by warships in their twenties, the freighter finally arrived at the port of Bapuer.

The port of Bapuer is the largest port in the whole Samba country, and at this time, half of the entire port has been emptied, and large trucks and cranes have stopped at the location of the port, and groups of soldiers with loaded guns have already put the entire port on guard.

When he stepped on the ground again, Zhao Chunliang didn't have too much emotion.

Along the way, fighting, bleeding, and dying, it seems to be very unusual, but for Zhao Chunliang, he has experienced this kind of life a long time ago, and there is nothing worth remembering.

The only one worth remembering is already hidden in the pocket.

That bloody lighter.

After Zhao Chunliang took Nangong Fengluan to stay in the port for a brief time, he flew directly from Bapu'er Port to the capital of Samba Country on the album.

At the same time, the results of the four-school joint competition have finally come out.

Because of Zhao Chunliang's excellent performance, the South China Military Academy won the first place in the fifth round of the competition and won ten points, followed by the Northeast Military Academy, where they won the second place, and then the Southwest Military Academy, which won the third place, and the last one was the Northwest Military Academy.

When Zhao Chunliang got the news on the plane, he already understood that Hou Yuanwang couldn't do it.

The combat effectiveness of the Northwest Military Academy is second only to Zhao Chunliang's South China Military Academy among the four major military academies, this time on the ship, Zhao Chunliang specially inquired about their performance, the area they were responsible for guarding was not breached, and this is also one of the few military schools that can resist the joint forces until the end of the battle, logically speaking, they can definitely take the second, but the decision of the Military Commission is to let them get a last place, which must be the Military Commission is going to do something to Hou Yuanwang, so they first take the Northwest Military Academy.

It is estimated that it will not be long before the Northwest Military Academy's suspected killing of the Northeast Military Academy's competition team will be dug up, and further later, Hou Yuanwang's betrayal of national intelligence should also be exposed, right?

Zhao Chunliang didn't know what Hou Yuanwang's final result was, but it didn't have much to do with him.

The only thing Zhao Chunliang wants to know now is who killed Prism.

This is a question that will take a long time to discover.

Duan Momo did not cheer when she learned that her school had won the first place in the overall score with this excellent performance in the last round.

At this time, she was already on the ship back to China, and she was sitting in the cabin, where in addition to her, there were three other students in the competition group.

"The competition is over, you, Mr. Zhao, are you really separated from us?" Lin Wanru asked reluctantly.

"Hmm." Duan Momo nodded and said, "He joined our South China Military Academy competition group because he was entrusted by someone, and now that the competition is over, he doesn't have any reason to stay." ”

"I'm so reluctant to Teacher Zhao!" Lin Wanru's eyes were slightly red, and she said, "I still want to learn from Teacher Zhao." ”

"Me too." Zhou Shijun clenched his fists and said, "I still have a lot of things to learn, and it's a pity that Teacher Zhao is gone like this." ”

"Everyone has his own ambitions." Duan Momo shook her head and said, "Teacher Zhao's path is different from ours, what you have to do is to study hard and strive to surpass you Teacher Zhao in the future!" ”

"We will work hard!" The students of the three competition groups shook each other's hands and said in a firm tone.

No one knows that these three people will bloom their own brilliance in the Shenzhou military circle for many years to come.

Duan Momo looked at the floor a little lost.

Is it gone, and then gone?

More than a month of bloody struggle came to an end.

I don't know when the next time we meet.

Why, I miss that riffraff a little?

Duan Momo's ears seemed to echo with Zhao Chunliang's voice, every joke he made, every ridicule, and the rogue expression appeared in Duan Momo's mind like a movie.

Suddenly, Duan Momo felt very lost, because from today onwards, Zhao Chunliang was going to truly disappear from their lives.

At this moment, Duan Momo's mobile phone suddenly rang.

Duan Momo picked up her mobile phone and looked at it, and her whole eyes instantly bloomed with brilliance.

"It's your Teacher Zhao who called!" Duan Momo said excitedly.

Zhou Shijun and the others quieted down all of a sudden.

Duan Momo took a deep breath and turned on the microphone to speakerphone.

"Are you going back?" Zhao Chunliang's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"On the way back." Duan Momo said, "What about you? Have you been to Samba Country? ”

"I'm on a plane to the capital." Zhao Chunliang said, "I heard that we won the first place, the South China Military Academy, and will continue to maintain the name of the South China First Military Academy. ”

"Yes, it's all thanks to you." Duan Momo said.

"It's the result of everyone's efforts." Zhao Chunliang said, "There is one thing I want to tell you. ”

"What's the matter?" Duan Momo asked.

"When you go back to school to celebrate the opening of the school, remember to let me know." Zhao Chunliang said.

"I'll be sure to let you know you're coming to the celebration!" Duan Momo said.

"No, no, no, I want you to let me know so I can go back and teach my students."