"It's dead, the bomb exploded on its head, blasting a big hole. Now it's slowly sinking to the bottom of the ocean," Fulajie'er's response didn't seem to contain any joy but rather sounded quite somber.
"That's great, that's just great," Luo'er nodded, unable to resist breaking into a smile, one of relief after enduring hardship.
"Luo'er, don't let your guard down yet. The problem isn't solved," Fulajie'er spoke up at that moment.
"There's more?" Luo'er was stunned for a second, his scalp tingling at once.
"Yes, a bigger one is coming. Bearing seven o'clock, about three hundred meters away, approaching at high speed," Fulajie'er replied.
"Can you stop it?" Luo'er asked urgently.
"It's a bit tricky, but I'll try," said Fulajie'er.
"Alright, you find a way to stop it," Luo'er nodded and then shouted loudly to the crew below, "A formidable enemy is incoming, bearing seven o'clock, distance three hundred meters, mortar rounds for a ranging shot!"
