He wasn't mistaken—it was indeed an explosion, a ferociously powerful explosion.
Zhang Guozhu had only been out on the open-air corridor for a few minutes. It wasn't that the wind was strong, but rather that the Command Bridge was quite low, and the explosion had occurred far too distant.
At this moment, it was 5:35.
Even the lookouts atop the mainmast could only see fireballs rolling upward into the night sky.
When he returned inside the Command Bridge, the communication officer brought him a report that had just been received.
The explosion had happened on a bulk cargo ship. Judging from the magnitude of the explosion, it was carrying either explosives or ammunition, definitely more than ten thousand tons.
The explosion's force was the key. It was so tremendous that not only the exploding cargo ship, but also the adjacent dozen or so cargo ships had been affected. The ship trailing behind was even flipped over by the massive wave generated by the explosion.
