Li Jinwang said with a dark face, "Since you know his capabilities, how does that broken-wind squad of yours plan to deal with him?"

Yang Pofeng pointed at the live feed, his expression utterly composed. "No need to deal with him. I've prepared a trump card for them, one that will counter that fifth position of yours perfectly."

Li Jinwang was slightly taken aback.

At this very moment, Wei Zhao had pulled farther and farther away from the main force and had already broken into the enemy's restricted zone.

Judging by the distance, the gap between them was already less than three hundred meters...

This was the power of the Galaxy System, this was the Galaxy. Xiujian felt his eyes and ears spread across the Galaxy in an instant, as though the entire Galaxy lay beneath his sight and hearing. The sensation filled Xiujian with boundless satisfaction; it was the feeling of standing at the very summit, the feeling of possessing everything.

Qin Ge had each of them fire a few rounds so they could familiarize themselves with the use of the new-style artillery. After emptying the several dozen prepared 77mm shells, they moved on to test the 105mm heavy guns.

Fang Yichen even asked innocently, showing obvious bewilderment at the two people standing in the 'doorway'.

"Just let me lie here like this for now." Sprawled out in the shape of the character for 'big', Ren Pindi seemed to have no intention of getting up.

At these words of Consort Xiao Shu, Chen Ping was struck dumb on the spot; the rest of the words in his belly could no longer be spoken, no matter what.

"Three hundred and fifty million taels—Japan's entire annual fiscal revenue is only forty million taels of silver. This is absolutely impossible," said Mutsu Munemitsu.

It was too late for realization now. Several high-powered searchlights had already illuminated Linn's hot-air balloon so thoroughly that it had nowhere to hide. Heaven only knew how many anti-aircraft guns were swiftly swinging their barrels around, waiting only for the order from above to blow this recklessly approaching balloon out of the sky.

"But even so, I'm afraid that if I lack the ability to see it through and fail to live up to Chairman Xu's expectations and trust, then I'll only be compounding one mistake with another," Chen Ping said.

Gloomy weather always reminded him of the plague lands of today—that gray, hazy smoke and cloud that blotted out the sky and the sun and never dispersed for long. Such an environment always felt too oppressive; even with a paladin's patience and endurance, there would come a day when that patience was worn entirely away.

The remark sounded like anything but flattery or praise. Linn glanced at him in surprise, and his disgust for that face only deepened.

"You're this young master's slaves? Run along home like good little things! Weir, seize—seize them... urgh..." Musgarud, who had been yapping furiously at the Sun Pirates, froze mid-expression, cold sweat streaming down his face.

The atmosphere was quite pleasant, because she understood them—and who could blame her for being a workaholic? Though everyone's goals differed, the meaning was much the same. Back when she had gone to Hongye, she too had been like them, firmly believing that success would come one day; and in the end, indeed, they had all risen step by step.

And it was only then that Su Mo discovered that all these newer models were around the same age; only Lanshan seemed slightly more mature than the rest.

Zhan Yunge did not bring Mo Jin into her space—after all, he did not know that her space could support life.

She touched the younger brother or sister in her mother's belly every day, so she was already quite familiar with them. But this one in her aunt's belly—she had never touched it yet.

Su Mo's mouth twitched. As if she were happy to have her husband's face constantly stared at by Ji Lingye.

With time pressing, the old general Baili had no time to make arrangements; he could only send men to report to the Southern Border garrison headquarters and the imperial court while he himself led his troops in pursuit along the route of the largest rebel force.

A long, faint sound of a short flute rose—a bizarre melody echoing beneath the pallid moonlight, somewhat chilling to the bone.

Zhan Mingting and his wife shook their heads together. How could they possibly guess? Still, in their hearts they held no real hope that she could refine a peerless beauty anyway.

She knew well enough that she and her husband were no match for Yuedu. Yet even so, that could not be grounds for them to sit and await death, or to fold their hands and surrender.