This Game is too Realistic - Chapter 393.1: Limited Authority

In the Heart of Steel in the skies above…

The cannon barrels along the ship slowly shifted their angles, locking onto the dense fog.

Inside the cabin, the main gunner held a piece of paper brought by a messenger, issuing orders to the assistant gunner.

"Adjust the cannon settings."

"Shooting parameters set!"

"Load the high-explosive shells."

"Ready..."

"Fire!"

The fuses were pulled simultaneously as three orderly blasts of gunfire rang through the air. Flames and smoke rolled into the thick fog.

Standing next to the observation port, a soldier with a telescope around his neck glanced outside, unable to see where the shells had landed.

Only three muffled booms drifted over, with no sight of the explosions.

"The fog is too thick. I can't see anything." The main gunner pressed the walkie-talkie on his shoulder and waited some time before shouting into it.

"Confirm hit! Cease fire."

"Roger."

Smoking shells were ejected from the cannon, and another soldier dragged them with a cart, throwing them into a wooden box in...

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