January 18th afternoon, about two hundred kilometers east of Ancient Pipe Island in the central North Ma Islands, aboard the "Jingang" Battleship.
As the Type 97 large aircraft vanished into the depths of the clouds to the north, Lan Yun finally withdrew his gaze and then raised his hand to check his watch.
It was already four in the afternoon.
If all went well, by this time tomorrow they should be preparing for battle.
He hoped everything would go smoothly!
At this moment, Lan Yun's emotions were extremely complicated.
In just over twenty days, the changes had been so great that even the phrase "the transformation of the oceans into mulberry fields" was not sufficient to describe it—it felt like plunging from the clouds into the abyss.
