"Stop here."
The sergeant turned back.
Everyone stopped simultaneously. Wu Di looked up and observed the direct-through cannon deck, its side gates tightly closed, space dark and profound. Front-loaded Magic Guided Cannons, as thick as arms, were tied in place by thick cables, arrayed one after another.
Not far away, another team was coming up from the deck below, nearly identical, also led by a sergeant, stopping in the same place. He turned his head and met eyes with Red Leaf not far away; another team was there, and farther back, there were three or four more teams.
Not a soul spoke; the space was eerily silent, only pierced by a strange sound coming from outside— a whooshing sound, like wind.
The sergeant looked down at his pocket watch.
Every member in a black military coat did the same at that moment.