Many things Bai Zhizhan could not and dared not say directly.
Fortunately, Li Yunxiang had already thought of it. Li Mingbo was a bit slow, but after being reminded, he immediately understood the serious implications.
It was already past nine in the evening, yet there was still no news from the Special Mixed Group.
The telegram received in the afternoon, forwarded by the Navy headquarter, only mentioned that the Special Mixed Group had sunk two carriers and was searching for other warships of the Mobile Fleet, striving to organize two more rounds of attacks before dark, aiming to sink or severely damage the highly valuable Fast Battleships.
Nearly seven hours had passed!
Still, no news, which already indicated one thing: the Special Mixed Group had not found those four Fast Battleships in the afternoon, let alone organized an attack.
What exactly was the Special Mixed Group doing all afternoon?
Clearly, this was Bai Zhizhan's most worrying concern!
