A blue sea.
A marine blue painted propeller plane is quietly sticking to the sea, rising and falling with the surging waves, just like a drifting board.
Two pontoons replaced the 20mm machine gun, lying under the aircraft like a sledge. A depth bomb with a pressure sensor is closely attached to the belly of the aircraft, like a sharp blade hidden under the blue.
All around was quiet, only the sound of the tide rolling.
At this moment, Feng Qing, lying in the cockpit with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the seat.
Because the force is too strong, her forehead