"Reply to the country, I said: The telegram has been received, and we will follow the order and act according to the opportunity!"

He sharply emphasized his tone on the four words "act when it comes to the opportunity".

"yes!"

...

Three minutes later.

"Not good!"

The messenger suddenly ran in with an anxious look on his face: "General, it's foggy outside..."

"Fuss!"

Admiral Richard raised his eyebrows: "What's so strange about fog? Didn't I ask you to reply to the telegram?"

"No, General!"

The messenger gasped and explained: "The fog is gray, very strange! And, just now, after the gray fog appeared... our communication with the outside world was suddenly cut off!"

"What?"

Admiral Richard rushed out.

Sure enough, I saw...

The gray fog covers the sky and the sun, covering the sea level; even on the deck, people's faces cannot be distinguished from three steps!

"Fuck! Are all the meteorological department a bunch of idiots?"

He looked ugly and cursed angrily.

"General, what should I do?"

“Back…wait!”

Admiral Richard suddenly remembered something terrible, and his pupils suddenly contracted: "Can we still maintain contact with each flagship?"

"cannot!"

The messenger explained: "General, this gray fog seems to be able to isolate all signal transmission..."

"broken!"

Admiral Richard's face changed and he said anxiously: "Hurry and hurry! Use the loudspeaker to notify: Let the warships stand on time to avoid colliding with each other!"

...

"Mr. President, not good!"

Consultant Stephen rushed in: "We have lost contact with the coalition formation!"

"What's going on?"

The President stood up in an instant.

"You'd better go and see this..."

Stephen wanted to speak but stopped, and it was a little difficult to speak.

...

Come to the information center next door...

The President looked at the satellite cloud map and fell into a long silence.

Because, above are two words made up of boundless gray fog: Getout! (get out!)

"Mr. President, this is a miracle!"

"Yes! This is God's will, we should not go against God!"

"Agree! I propose: withdraw the joint fleet immediately!"

"No!"

Michael roared: "The great Federation of Midlands will never surrender to anyone, we will fight to the end!"

“Sowhat?” (and what?)

Stephen glared at him: "How should we do to attack God?"

Michael:...

...

"alright!"

The President made the decision: "The great Federation of Mid-Americans will not surrender to anyone! But we need to give God a face! So, withdraw the fleet!"

The group looked at each other, but Stephen spoke first.

"Mr. President!"

He said: "Because of gray fog, we have lost contact with the Joint Fleet and cannot be notified for the time being!"

Mr. President:...

I'm so embarrassed!

Do I want to be faced?!!!

...

An hour later, the fog dissipated.

The Mi-character Triad Kingdom, the combined fleet of the Bald Eagle Empire, quickly evacuated.

Well, the external explanation is: Due to heavy fog, the joint military exercise was cancelled!

...

Regarding my embarrassing things...

The two parties involved will naturally not promote it.

Xia Kingdom got the advantage, and did not want to stimulate the two countries too much, so he chose to remain silent.

The remaining small countries were excited and dared not speak after watching the excitement.

Therefore, this matter has become a semi-public and unsolved mystery.

...

One month later.

The word "Mi" is the Three-Lian Kingdom, the Black Palace.

"Stephen, help me apply for this year's 'World Peace Prize'!"

"Okay, president. What's the reason?"

"Well, just note: During his term of office, no war was initiated!"

Mr. President said this.

Stephen:...

He was silent and replied, "Okay!"

...

Of course, this is a later story, so I won't mention it for now.
Chapter completed!