"Little tile! Small tile! ”

Varyag woke up from his sleep to find that it was already late at night. The sky was obscured by dark clouds, and when the sea breeze blew, cold raindrops fell.

Gradually, the raindrops fell into a light rain, which came more and more, and finally filled the entire field of vision.

"Hold on a little longer." Langley smiled wryly, "It's coming soon." ”

They had been repairing on the spot, but suddenly they marched in the middle of the night. This is not the first time that the Varyag has been woken up in this way, and it often happens because of the sudden acceleration of the approach of the deep sea. The deep sea seemed to be deliberately driving them, moving away from them, and the sudden approach occurred in the middle of the night. They made no secret of their tracks, and they were clearly visible on the radar. It's like a cat playing with a mouse, but the shipwives have no choice but to be driven to Liège like this.

Langley felt that the road ahead was getting more and more unpredictable. The deep sea must have done so with a purpose. As soon as Liège is lost, the whole of France will be open before them. Béarne, who is the wife of Francissy, knows this better than anyone, but she is really helpless. They have lost contact with the city of Paris for more than three days, and the destroyer girl who sent out has just arrived in Paris at the earliest, after all, she has no means of transportation, so she runs day and night, and now she can also arrive.

The attack on the deep sea was so sudden, no, it must have been that their rout was so rapid that a large number of transports were dropped on Eben-emir, and they fled with a small amount of rations before they even had time to destroy them.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the icy rain poured down on the ship's girls. Perhaps because they were too tired from marching overnight, these sturdy ship girls on weekdays felt a burst of coldness from the bottom of their hearts. The sky was dark, and Béarn had let go of the lights, she had seen through it, and the depths of the sea were no longer interested in them.

Several destroyer mothers turned on their lights, and a blinding beam of light swept across the dark sea in an ellipse. There was nothing on the surface of the sea, as far as the eye could see, not even a small island to lean on.

"How far is it from Liège?" Bjarn asked

"And ......," Langley was about to answer, when suddenly, she stopped.

"What's wrong, teacher?" Varyag looked over.

"I probably know...... The purpose of the deep sea. Langley's voice trembled, and he looked at her radar.

In the dark night, the radar glowed with a strange green light, sweeping everything around them in a circle, and in front of them, the alarm representing the deep sea refused to disperse, and behind them, the deep sea that had been chasing them all the time, also appeared on the radar.

And here, it is only a dozen kilometers away from Liège. Such a presumptuous behavior in the deep sea may have appeared on the radar of the defenders of Liège.

Also on the radar were their silent lambs to the slaughter.

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On the other hand, the war-weary group had arrived in Liege in the evening, and they had already gotten up when they were supposed to sleep, and it was obvious that the behavior of the deep sea was visible in the radar of Liège.

"What do you think, Miss Warweary?" Garrisoned in Liège was Joan of Arc, Sukhbaatar's old friend, and by her side was Eugen, who assisted in the defense of the special fleet.

"Supply sauce is here too?" Eugen crept over to the prestige, and when they arrived, Eugen was on a routine patrol and did not meet.

"Miss Sukhbaatar is still sleeping." Prestige said.

"It's really coming!" Eugen was delighted.

"Miss Eugen, please pay attention, it's a military meeting!" Joan of Arc did not treat Eugen as hostilely as Dunkirk, but she did not give a good eye either.

"Yes!" Eugen reacted immediately and returned to his place. Since arriving here, Joan of Arc has been so cold, but she still takes relatively good care of herself. But what Eugen didn't know was that Joan of Arc's care for Eugen was entirely at the behest of Richelieu. In fact, this is also something that Joan of Arc is difficult to understand, although the existence of special ship girls has been proven, but this does not mean that they are enough to form a point that can make the flagship of Francisie, one of the five major forces, pay so much attention. However, Joan of Arc never rebelled against her leader.

"This should be the retreating force of the Eben emir." War-weariness said.

"The defenders of the Emir of Eben!" Eugen exclaimed, she knew that the Varyag was over there, and that it was a fantasy today......

"Absolutely." Joan of Arc affirmed that if it weren't for the breakthrough of Eben-Emir, it would not have been possible for so many deep seas to suddenly appear near Liège.

"Didn't they send a distress signal all this time?" Although I have already guessed the answer, I still want to verify it because of war weariness.

"Nope." Joan of Arc's face was very ugly.

"It seems that the deep sea has evolved not only its hidden abilities." War-weariness glanced at Joan of Arc, whose face was getting more and more ugly, and at the just-concluded alliance meeting, Ingillia reported on the issue of the deep-sea shielding ship network, but it was Farlance who questioned it, arguing that such capabilities should be very rare in the deep sea. As a result, as soon as he turned his head, Francis also fell on his head. The deep sea was able to touch Liège almost silently when Francis was already armed. If it weren't for the fact that the Varyag's Alpha had flown away, there wouldn't have been even a little news, and Farlancy would have been touched to Paris.

"Not good." Joan of Arc's face changed drastically, and she hurriedly opened the ship mother network.

"What's wrong?"

"Because there has been no news from Eben Emir, we sent an etopian to see."

But now that the deep sea has reached Liège, it is clear that Emir of Ebben is already the world of the deep sea, and if he does not recall his fantasy in time, something big may happen. At such a time, the loss of any elite shipwreck is something that Farlance cannot afford.

"Is it connected?" War-weary asked.

Joan of Arc didn't speak, but the beads of sweat on her forehead were already a sign of the seriousness of the problem.

"Nope." After Joan of Arc's operation, she still couldn't contact the fantasy, and there was no signal of fantasy in the network of the ship lady of Francie, which had always been lively, which was a very strange phenomenon in wartime. In wartime, the network of the ship's mother is required to be turned on, and she must report her location at any time.

The loss of contact made Joan of Arc very anxious, this is the most advanced destroyer in France, if there is an accident here, it is not easy for her to explain to Richelieu, let alone to ask her to take care of her sister before coming.

"It may have entered the shielding zone of the deep sea." War-weariness said.

"This little girl, why did she run so fast!" For the first time, Joan of Arc complained about the speed of utopian dreams.

On the one hand, she learned that Eugen, who was in danger of being in danger with Voyag, and wanted to step forward to speak, but took a step back and retreated.

Looking at the few people who were discussing countermeasures fiercely, she could only be anxious on the sidelines, silently praying for the two of them in her heart.