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... ting your orders."
The helmsman’s voice came through the walkie-talkie.
’Oh, as expected of a drifting ship. 150 nautical miles, and we’ve already arrived.’
Shi Ming, who was practicing his marksmanship in an open area on deck, put away his machine gun and instructed into the walkie-talkie:
"Cease navigation for now. Have the drifting ship stabilize its position with minimal disturbance... five hundred meters ahead." In contrast to the Land Era, ships of the Wande ...
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