The next day.
The east bank of Linghu Lake.
"Ready!"
The loud and sharp voice echoed on the edge of the woods.
"Waste Al!"
The fuse is ignited.
The big iron pipe fixed on the wooden pier exploded a flame and white smoke. The shell turned into a black shadow, drawing a beautiful parabola in the air, and hit the lake hundreds of meters away.
After a long wait, a column of water rose up and scattered. The dull sound like spring thunder and the waves rolled down the lake.
"Grass!"
"Who is so special? Shooting there!"
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