244: Indian warships about to enter the port

"Qinghe, come quickly!"

Vu Linh Huong decided to find an ally to help her brainstorm.

Hoang Dang Minh Thu had already gone to the beauty salon, so the only one who could help her now was Li Qinghe.

Hearing Vu Linh Huong say that she didn't know what kind of clothes to choose to wear to the port, Li Qinghe immediately ruled out all beautiful and dazzling outfits; stockings were even more out of the question.

"Qinghe, if you use the elimination method like this, I won't have any clothes to wear."

"A Xiang, you need to understand that the event you are attending now is to face the Indian 'A San'."

"These men, soaked in Ganges water, are so dangerous that even Komodo dragons would suffer at their hands."

Li Qinghe, while eliminating many outfits, searched through the large walk-in closet for what he thought was relatively suitable.

Of course, although he said Vu Linh Huong was going to an event, in reality, he didn't want to give them a chance to meet.

However, he felt it was very necessary to try and change Vu Linh Huong's style of dress.

After searching for a while, he handed a set of clothes to Vu Linh Huong.

"I'm wearing this today?"

"Yes, just wear this."

"Alright, as long as you like it."

Vu Linh Huong smiled as she took the clothes and began to change in front of Li Qinghe.

She had worn such clothes when she was studying in China, but at that time, it was only to make herself less conspicuous.

She hadn't worn such clothes for several months, and now that Li Qinghe had found such a style, it suddenly made her feel a touch of nostalgia.

"Qinghe, I've changed. Do I look good?"

In front of Li Qinghe, Vu Linh Huong was wearing a short T-shirt, a pair of capri casual pants, and white sneakers.

The simple clothing could not hide Vu Linh Huong's curvaceous figure.

Vu Linh Huong

"This A Xiang can go to the night market with me."

Li Qinghe commented with a smile, his eyes full of approval.

Vu Linh Huong was also very happy to receive Li Qinghe's approval; no matter what, this man would be her other half for life.

Li Qinghe also changed into a T-shirt and capri casual pants.

After dawdling a bit more at home, the two finally went downstairs and drove the Mercedes-Benz S450 towards Saigon Port.

Slowly cruising for an hour on the road, Li Qinghe and Vu Linh Huong finally arrived at the Saigon Port area.

Today, Saigon Port was heavily guarded; the entire port area was sealed off by troops dispatched by the Vietnamese Navy's 2nd District.

Vu Linh Huong presented her invitation pass at the checkpoint.

"Miss Wu, please come this way. After you get out of the car, there will be corresponding directional signs. Follow the signs to reach the event venue."

As a specially invited event representative, the Vietnamese Navy at the checkpoint was very aware of the value of the invitation pass held by the woman in front of them.

They respectfully opened the barrier and directed Vu Linh Huong to park her car in the designated spot.

After Vu Linh Huong and Li Qinghe got out of the car, a Vietnamese Navy soldier beside them handed them two neck-lanyards and four national flags.

The entire port area was now divided into two parts.

One part consisted of the Vietnamese Navy's honor guard and military band.

The other part was made up of citizen representatives from Saigon, all waving Vietnamese and Indian national flags.

Those who could serve as citizen representatives in Saigon were generally from wealthy or influential families. Some of them knew each other and felt unfamiliar when they saw Vu Linh Huong and Li Qinghe join the group.

However, being able to arrive here after passing through numerous checkpoints also proved the influence behind this young couple.

Because the sun was quite strong today, the Vietnamese Navy had specially set up sun shelters for these distinguished citizen representatives.

Everyone waited under the shelters for the arrival of the Indian warships.

Li Qinghe, looking just like everyone else, smiled and waved a flag, but his attention had already soared into the sky.

Li Qinghe raised the future camera to a height of 150 meters, from where he could see a sea area spanning tens of kilometers.

In the lens, three gray warships were steadily approaching Saigon Port.

Although the future camera's sub-lens could only rise to 150 meters, the content it could capture was not limited to just 150 meters.

Li Qinghe continuously adjusted the focus and zoomed in. The technology of the future was still very impressive; even several kilometers away, the warships appeared as clear as if they were right in front of him.

Li Qinghe slowly watched this Indian destroyer, which looked quite presentable, through the lens. With a displacement of 6700 tons, it was considered a large vessel in reality.

Naval guns, close-in weapon systems, missile launchers on the deck... Li Qinghe's sweeping lens returned to the two quadruple missile launchers on the deck of the INS Delhi.

If he wasn't mistaken, these contained the "BrahMos" missiles that India had been boasting about.

A bracket on each side, seemingly welded from angle iron and then painted, made up the formidable-looking missile launchers.

But why were the covers on the missile launchers different colors? White and gray.

Could it be that different missiles were loaded inside?

Curious, Li Qinghe controlled the sub-lens to zoom in and study it carefully, finally having to give a thumbs up.

"A San" is impressive, very good. "A San's" routine operations are invincible.

Because Li Qinghe discovered in the lens that the two quadruple missile launchers should have a total of eight missiles.

But the Indians' operation was completely different; perhaps their math teacher ate a few more bites of clean and hygienic food before teaching.

The two missile launchers were actually loaded with only four BrahMos missiles in total, with one missile on one side and three on the other.

This perfectly illustrated the philosophical problem of one plus three equaling eight for Indians.

Li Qinghe moved the camera away, sighing inwardly that the emptier "A San's" pockets were, the louder they boasted.

Four main missiles loaded on a warship, yet they acted as arrogantly as if they had loaded four hundred missiles.

Speaking of arrogance, Li Qinghe's camera was pointed directly at the bridge of the INS Delhi.

Two high-ranking Indian Navy officers, along with a group of people, entered the bridge of the warship.

Their attitude was extremely arrogant.

Li Qinghe saw one of the high-ranking Indian Navy officers waving his arm, lecturing the surrounding Indian Navy officers about something.

All the Indian Navy officers applauded. At this moment, another high-ranking Indian Navy officer proudly walked out, waving his hand to dismiss the sailor who was holding the helm.

He personally took control to pilot the warship forward.

Li Qinghe's heart stirred; this was a good target.

So he used the future camera to take a picture of this officer and transferred it to his phone.

Li Qinghe, while no one around was paying attention, pulled up the photo of the high-ranking Indian Navy officer on his phone and drew a circle over the photo with his middle finger.

Drawing a circle to curse you, it finally appeared in this world. He wondered what the final effect would be. Li Qinghe was very much looking forward to it... In the outer sea of Saigon Port, a small fleet consisting of three Indian warships, led by a Vietnamese maritime vessel, was sailing towards Saigon Port.

The captain of the INS Delhi, Colonel Anil Kumar, was accompanying the commander of this small fleet, Rear Admiral Sushil Menon of the Indian Navy, into the bridge of the INS Delhi.

Behind them were the naval officers of this small fleet.

Looking at Saigon Port in the distance, Rear Admiral Sushil Menon delivered a brief yet powerful speech, specifically commending Colonel Anil Kumar, the captain of the INS Delhi, for his professionalism and dedication.

Finally, to demonstrate Colonel Anil Kumar's mastery of ship operations, Rear Admiral Sushil Menon requested Colonel Anil Kumar to personally pilot the warship into Saigon Port.

This was to show the officers present how professional and powerful a devotee favored by Lord Shiva could be.

Colonel Anil Kumar, full of confidence, very majestically dismissed the helmsman in the awestruck gaze of numerous officers and personally took control of the helm.

The astute Indian Navy propaganda officers had already raised their cameras and camcorders, capturing the heroic figures of Rear Admiral Sushil Menon and Colonel Anil Kumar.

Their photos and videos would soon appear in India, giving the great Indian people even more pride.