After the third shell fell, Wang Zhong furrowed his brows, "This can't keep happening without a response."
He picked up the phone receiver, "Connect me to Brother Peter."
Soon, Brother Peter's voice came through, "No enemy planes scouting, feel free to counterattack."
Wang Zhong asked, "Then can you hear the enemy's artillery fire?"
"The curvature of the earth will block the sound of gunfire; you know the earth is round, right?"
Wang Zhong replied, "Although I graduated last in my class, I still know that much."
"There you go. If there are clouds in the sky that reflect the sound of gunfire, I can indeed hear it, but I would only know the direction, not the distance. Do you see any clouds in the sky now?"
Wang Zhong picked up the phone, went to the window, and looked out, indeed seeing that the sky was clear, with the moon and stars scattered, devoid of clouds.
At that moment, Nelly came in with a broom and dustpan, "Move aside, I need to sweep up the broken glass."