At the end of the nineteenth century, the secret protection work of various countries had been scum to the point that Huang Xiaolei was unable to complain, and the Manchu people repeatedly suffered losses in intelligence in the First Sino-Japanese War, all because they were so rotten that they couldn't support the wall. Relying on news from Hans, Jews and Morgan Sr., the former Wall Street lawyer was able to piece together the basic plate of various countries' policies toward Song while he was in Tianjin. It is precisely because of this kind of secret work atmosphere that everyone is in a bad situation, and the polar bear is also aware of the news that Vice Admiral Fermantle, the commander of John Bull's Far East Fleet, is delaying his journey north.

The Maozi Pacific Fleet, which had been hiding in Cam Ranh Bay and waiting to pick up dead fish, finally decided to abandon its plan to go north into the Far Eastern Sea and have a super battleship BB63 in the waters of the Great Song Dynasty.

The Song Dynasty's attempt to set up docks and forts so close to the Strait of Malacca for the transportation of supplies was apparently intended to be seen by the British as a provocative move to move their plates. So those arrogant "gentlemen" should teach the Chinese in the South Pacific a lesson to the Chinese who have been dancing too happily lately, and in line with this idea, the tsar ordered the turtle to go south to pick up dead fish in the Pacific Fleet in Cam Ranh Bay.

There is a famous saying among Chinese people, "Sandpiper and clam compete with each other, and fishermen profit", it seems that our harvest is bound to be not small! Cutting off the supply lines of the Great Song people, and by the way, driving away the British Far East Fleet, which was damaged in the battle against the Great Song people, the Liaodong Peninsula is destined to fall into our hands, the commander of the Tsarist Pacific Fleet thought.

It's just that no one told him another Chinese proverb - stealing chickens doesn't make rice. The Polar Bear Pacific Fleet, which was heading south along the coastline near Nha Trang in later Vietnam, encountered Xu Jing and Feng Lan, who were holding back their bellies, and the only remaining GBU-28 laser-guided bomb and the cluster bomb weighing about five tons poured into the brains of this ironclad fleet.

These two hot-tempered girls are anxious to lose weight to improve the maneuverability of the F-15E in order to fight the imaginary "Typhoon" fighter to the death. As for why Durima, who swept over the head of the "British", has not yet been locked by the radar of its fleet, God knows, maybe our on-board electronic warfare equipment has worked! Feng Lan thought to herself.

"That's not right! It's a smoky ship again! Met a fake fleet again!? Are the British playing magic? XU JING FOUND OUT FROM THE INFRARED IMAGES FED BACK FROM THE ANTIRN SYSTEM IN THE POD THAT THEY HAD BLOWN UP A FLEET THAT WAS SPEWING BLACK SMOKE.

Compared with all the pilots in the green paint area, including Hao Dajian, Feng Lan and Xu Jing, they can already be regarded as out-and-out old birds, but there is still a gap compared to the real pilots who have been raised by Eagle Sauce for several years, as evidenced by the fact that they hurriedly dropped bombs on the Maozi Pacific Fleet at night.

“TF！？ Another fake fleet with black smoke!? Feng Lan, who had already entered a state of rage, shouted and scolded on the radio.

"Girl! In addition to our own warship, other people's whole Nima is a coal-burning ship! Marcos, who had been tracking the signal of the traverser that had just been transmitted, replied, and he didn't know if it was because the purpose of the matter had been achieved, and the "director team" finally gave up the radio signal jamming and editing of the traverser.

"This is LN2003, call all green paint zone units." Could it be that a coherent and complete radio signal was received so clearly, Xu Jing immediately responded.

"This is Captain Marcos of the F237 frigate F237 of the 38th Task Force 'Brandenburg' class in the Green Paint Zone, LN2003, please speak." Marcose heard that it was the girl who was calling, and he was very forced to report his position.

"Sir, we flew an F-2003E fighter with the number LN15E and attacked a British airfield and two fleets in the suspected Gretel Bay, the waters around the Strait of Malacca, and the South China Sea." Xu Jing immediately reported her "results".

"Sister, the British have a fleet in the waters near here, and you're afraid that you're going to do it with Maozi's Pacific Fleet, right?" Marcos said.

"What? Maozi's Pacific Fleet? Did we hit the wrong ally? Xu Jing asked.

"No, the ghost has formed an alliance with Maozi! It's okay if they all fanned it, didn't they just smash a few of their boats, what a big deal, my brother will carry it for you! Marcos said in a tone that covered you with a brother of everything, Obviously, the action of the Far East Fleet of the British Royal Navy to highlight the Strait of Malacca towards the Strait of Gretel is already a provocation mentioned by Zhao Yi.

"Sir, we've dropped all the bombs, and there are only two 'Sidewinder' close-range combat air-to-air missiles left, please instruct us on the next move." Xu Jing continued to ask.

Since there are only coal-burning warships here, there are no "Typhoon" fighters, and the LN2003, which has basically lost its ground attack capability, makes Xu Jing a little at a loss.

"We have an earthen airfield in Dongwanlu, if your skills are enough...... Forget it, you guys are parachuting in the waters near Dongwanyu and waiting for us to catch people! Marcos had little faith in the emergency airfield built by Dutch prisoners of war and natives.

"Where's Dong Wanlu?" Although she was tossing and turning in the "South China Sea" in the light curtain of the dome, Xu Jing swore that this was the first time she had heard of this place name.

"It is near Kundian in Kalimantan Province, on the island of Borneo in Indonesia, near which we have a Mistral-class amphibious assault ship that will provide you with guidance." Marcos replied.

"Sir, tell me about that dirt runway!" It seems that letting the plane crash into the sea and then parachuting out to escape is not Xu Jing's first option.

"What? Girl, you don't want to land on that runway built by Dutch prisoners of war, do you? Listen to my brother's advice, that thing is just an emergency measure prepared by us to prevent the "director team" from pit people for those "sea harriers", let's not play and land on the dirt runway that doesn't even have the runway side lights at night! Marcos said to Xu Jing.

"Whew, Dutch prisoners of war? We went to war with Maozi again, and we beat John Bull again, and you also packed up the coachman before, how many are we going to pick? Feng Lan's focus seems to be a little off.

"Hey, doesn't it depend on the mood of the 'director team'? Anyway, so far, we have all been scared of the five permanent members in the future, and now it is Hans and us who are eyebrow-eye. We really can't live this day, the main base is in the Liaodong Peninsula thousands of kilometers away, and the entire 38th Task Force is Nimasa Dao South China Sea! "Marcos was successfully led astray by Feng Lan.

"Sir, please tell me the length of our dirt runway at East Wanlu?" Xu Jing still did not give up the idea of landing on the runway.

"Sister, why don't you listen to persuasion, wait, I'll ask the command center of the green paint area for instructions first." Marcos actually wanted LN2003 to crash and parachute first and then report to the green paint area.

Marcos was really worried that the green paint area would let these two girls land on that unreliable dirt runway for an F-15E fighter jet. Dare to take only two "rattlesnakes" with the situation, dare to shout God bless the green paint area to scare the "typhoon" of the girl is always loved, well, the focus here is on the girl!