Just when Lao Fu found Ye Cheng.

In distant Canaan, in an inconspicuous small fishing port in the south.

It's five o'clock in the morning, when it's just dawning.

The fishermen living here began to plan to go fishing.

Since the war with those ghost guys, everyone's living space has been compressed again.

Previously, Canaanite fishermen could fish within 11 nautical miles of the coastline.

But not long ago, the 11 nautical miles was shortened to 5 nautical miles.

What else can this special girl catch?

Unfortunately, they can only accept it.

Once it exceeds the range of 5 nautical miles, it will be sunk by warships on the spot without hesitation.

At about five o'clock.

Fisherman Bazaka found that the port was extremely busy today.

Dozens of fishing boats of different sizes arrived from nowhere and were getting ready to go.

"Dad! This is..."

Bazaka's son, little Bazaka, is only ten years old this year and is already able to help his father go fishing.

He looked at the cargo ships in amazement.

"Dad, are these people here to steal our fishing spots?"

"To shut up!"

Bazaka shouted sharply and covered his son's mouth.

He is 35 years old this year.

Having lived in the land of Canaan for 35 years, he is a rare elderly person.

There are too many things I have seen in this life.

He could tell at a glance that this group of people was unusual.

Although he is also wearing fishermen's clothes, he is definitely not a common person making a living in this area.

The opponents are all well-trained, agile, and have murderous looks on their faces.

Bazaka even saw their submachine rifles hidden under the fishing boat's canvas.

These people are...

"Hello! What is your name, sir?"

A leader on the other side obviously heard his son's question and came over with a smile.

"Baza...ka!"

Bazaka looked nervous and held his son behind him.

"Haha, Mr. Bazaka, don't be nervous, my name is Ahmed!"

Ahmed, who had appeared in Longguo Jiangcheng, said with a smile.

He took out some candies, handed them to little Bazaka, and then looked at the child's father.

"Sorry! Mr. Bazaka, we have already explained this to your village chief."

"Your fishing port will be temporarily occupied from early morning to noon today."

"Including you, all fishermen are not allowed to go fishing..."

Bazaka's expression changed when he heard this.

"For...why?"

Ahmed smiled: "I'm sorry, I can't tell you this. We..."

He looked towards the distant coastline and couldn't help but feel excited.

"We are going to pull some goods and come back to protect you!"

"hiss……"

Bazaka took a deep breath after hearing this, and probably guessed what the other party was going to do.

In fact, the battle between the two sides became more and more intense.

Not only here, there are often heavily armed people coming to sail ships and transport goods.

What is being transported is self-evident.

Seeing that it was a matter of life and death, Bazaka did not dare to ask any more questions.

"Mr. Ahmed! Be careful... all the way!"

He stood up straight and gave the other party a heartfelt greeting.

Ahmed smiled softly, nodded to Bazaka and thanked him, then turned and left.

soon.

A total of twenty disguised fishing boats set sail and headed straight for the Mediterranean!

Wait until all the fishing boats have disappeared.

Bazaka's son finally couldn't help but ask.

"Dad...Dad, what does it mean to protect us?"

When Bazaka heard this, he sighed and squatted down.

"Son, I just used their lives in exchange for us being alive today, eating, sleeping, and seeing the sun tomorrow."

"With their lives? In exchange for us seeing the sun?"

Little Bazaka looked back at the rising red sun with a puzzled face.

If we want to see the sun, do we still need you to sacrifice your lives?

Bazaka didn't want to explain anything to his son. He stood up, looked in the direction where the fleet disappeared, and kept praying.

Not only him.

The fishermen in the entire fishing village watched their disappearing figures and prayed silently.

……

at this time.

A certain shipping route.

A large transport ship from the Dragon Kingdom, accompanied by two frigates, passed through the Gulf of Aden and headed straight for the Suez Canal.

Yesterday, it successfully passed through the canal and entered the Mediterranean area.

The transport ship and frigate began to slow down and were slowly advancing according to a certain coordinate.

in the command room.

The captain in charge of this transportation task, Lu Donglai, looked nervous.

He stood in the cockpit, looking at the endless sea, which finally revealed its ferocious full view after the sun rose.

"How long is it until the coordinate point?"

A mate next to him reported loudly.

"Report to the captain, there are still... sixteen nautical miles. According to the current speed, we will arrive in about half an hour."

"Good! Good!"

Lu Donglai wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling anxious.

Why?

This is my first time performing such a sneaky transportation mission.

Their ship was originally going to East Africa to transport military supplies to the black brothers.

You can change direction in the Gulf of Aden and head straight to the Mediterranean Sea.

In particular, he would have to secretly unload cargo on the sea for a while. This kind of excitement really made Lu Donglai feel uneasy.

After all, once the Jewish guy finds out, things will really get into trouble.

"captain!"

The first mate naturally knew what they were about to face and couldn't help but come up with an idea.

"How about we speed up the voyage and throw the container into the sea before those people arrive?"

"When they arrive, we can salvage it ourselves. We will also save ourselves from being discovered..."

"Bullshit!"

After listening to the first mate's suggestion, Lu Donglai's nose almost became angry.

Throw it into the sea?

What are you doing?

Feed the shark!

The stuff inside is really impressive, especially the 59 tank with an unusually unique shape.

If Lu Donglai dares to throw him into the sea, how many people will be able to tear him apart after he returns?

Lu Donglai didn't bother to pay attention to the first mate's unreliable suggestions and shouted coldly.

"Send the order down!"

"Continue to drive at a constant speed and start preparations immediately after reaching the designated coordinates."

"Once the other party appears, the handover task must be completed within one hour! Did you hear that?"

"Yes!"

The first mate saluted and turned to leave.

"and many more……"

Lu Donglai called out to him again.

He sighed: "Let the two frigates dock where they are. Don't follow them anymore. When we come back after we finish our work, we can take a turn with them!"

"what?"

The first mate's eyes widened in shock.

"Captain! What if..."

What would happen if the Jute's ship discovered him and opened fire?

"Ha ha!"

Lu Donglai sneered: "Give them some courage! Go quickly! The frigate cannot explain until it follows."

"Yes!"

The first mate had no choice but to turn around and leave, relaying the captain's orders one by one.

After a few minutes, the frigate began to slow down and even stopped on the spot.

Only the transport ship continued to sail.

As the sun gradually rises.

When the time comes to six o'clock.

The transport ship finally arrived at the designated coordinate point.

The gantry crane on the deck began to move, and the sailors untied the fixed ropes of the container one by one.

Another 10 minutes later.

The calm sea suddenly became rippled.

About twenty fishing boats quickly appeared on the horizon.

Lu Donglai could see clearly with a telescope in the cab, and his heart tightened.

They are here!

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