Collect supplies, seize aircraft carriers, and travel to the seventh and fifth

Political Commissar Kong spent a long day outside enjoying the sea breeze before finally coming to his senses. He thought, "Old Feng wouldn't be fooled by those two old foxes and take the boat away." He hurried back inside and saw Commander Feng fast asleep on the table. Commander Qiao, Commander Ma, and Mo'er were chatting happily.

Commander Qiao said, "Old Kong, this is really rude of you. We were drinking, why did you run away?"

Political Commissar Kong said, "Excuse me, Commanders, I just had a stomachache and went to the restroom."

Commander Qiao said, "It's just right that you're here. Your Commander Feng promised to give us four warships each and let us choose first. Come on, Lao Kong, take us to see those warships."

Political Commissar Kong had no choice but to take them to see the warships. They had only seen them from the helicopter before, but now standing on the warships was a completely different experience. These warships were truly majestic, and one word to describe them was "cool"!

The two commanders were filled with emotion. Who would have thought that their fleet would have such a majestic and powerful warship? Everything seemed like a dream, so unreal.

Commander Ma said to Commander Qiao, "Old Qiao, pinch me and let me see if I am dreaming."

Commander Qiao pinched his waist, and Commander Ma gasped in pain. It hurt, it really hurt, it wasn't a dream.

The two began to discuss and allocate warships. You have a destroyer, I have a cruiser, you have a cruiser, I have a frigate. It is worth mentioning that each warship has a helicopter and two speedboats.

Even the ship-borne helicopter had the two commanders pleasantly surprised. It was significantly more advanced than the one they had arrived in! How could it not be advanced? After nearly half a century, the technological advancements were evident.

Political Commissar Kong's heart was bleeding as he watched. Those that were longer and had higher performance were picked up by the two of them.

After the two commanders had chosen their men, Political Commissar Kong immediately arranged for Commander Feng, who was drunk and unable to wake up, to be taken to another ship, and then drove the remaining warships back to the camp.

Political Commissar Kong left five soldiers behind to protect the safety of the two commanders, and Mo'er and Old Man Wei also stayed. These two commanders could not make any mistakes.

A few people chatted on the warship again. After waiting for about three hours, two helicopters rumbled over.

Ten soldiers came down, all captains of warships. However, they were really afraid to operate such a high-tech ship, so Mo'er taught them one by one. The ten captains, two commanders, and two political commissars listened carefully to Mo'er's explanation. Then he drove around again. After all the captains were able to operate the warships independently, they said goodbye to the two commanders and the eight of them drove the speedboat back to the camp.

When we arrived at the camp, we were just in time for dinner. We had dinner in the cafeteria with Old Man Wei. Old Man Wei went to the accommodation prepared by the army, while Moer went home.

The next morning, Commander Feng opened his eyes in silence and felt a severe headache. After thinking carefully, he slapped his thigh and said, "Oh no! I'm pregnant! It's all over! All good things are gone!"

He hurried out of his residence, walked towards the office, and asked the orderly to call the political commissar over.

When the political commissar arrived, she couldn't wait to ask, "Political Commissar Kong, how many ships did those two old foxes take away? What kind of warships were they? Tell me quickly so I can give up!"

Political Commissar Kong looked at the white hair on Commander Feng's temples and was a little speechless. He didn't want to criticize this commander who worked hard for the fleet.

But facing Commander Feng's eager eyes, he had to speak. So he told Commander Feng everything. Commander Feng pinched his philtrum and beat his chest, regretting that he had lost control when faced with good wine and good food and fell into the trap of these two old foxes.

Now, all the warships that I particularly liked have been picked up.