But from start to finish, they didn't even turn on the radar targeting.
The fourth fleet, which seemed just passing by, appeared in sight, hesitated for a moment as if deliberating, and ultimately diverged its course, choosing to return.
In contrast to the calm within sight, the radar's coordinates and red dots flashed continuously as if in a conference, several times seeming to want to close the distance, but never actually approaching.
Keeping restrained, it did not open fire as usual, nor did it make any provocative actions.
"So lively, almost like a farewell."
Ji Jue took a sip of hot tea and sighed softly: "At last, a bit of courtesy is felt."
In the satellite images' aerial view, the craftsman holding a teacup finally looked up to the sky, revealing a warm smile.
Thus, all the way forward, all the way in a stalemate, all the way in farewell, until the air grew colder, until the sea gradually revealed floating ice, and snowflakes began to fall from the sky.
