Even though Fatty Wei is tough-talking, he will soon lose his toughness.
As time went by, the waves became bigger and bigger, and the radio continued to report sea conditions. Everyone knew that it would take around four o'clock in the morning to cross this sea area and enter the Nansha Sea.
This means that this violent shaking and imbalance feeling will last for several hours.
Li Zheng had never experienced this feeling before. The last time he went to sea with a submarine, he went to the South China Sea. However, the submarine was underwater, and it didn't matter if the sea was windy or violent, so the submarine would not be too rocky and generally did not cause seasickness.
What Li Zheng couldn't figure out the most was that he was an old man who had gone through very strict training. It was said that his physical fitness was absolutely first-rate, but sitting on the edge of the bed he still felt a little tight in his chest and had an indescribable feeling.
In fact, his situation was not bad. On the way, he went to the toilet and met the reporter Lao Yu who was accompanying the ship at the door of the toilet. The appearance of Lao Yu scared Li Zheng.
Lao Yu has a high military rank, lieutenant colonel, and is a chief reporter of the military newspaper. This time he is responsible for collecting and publishing news on the ship. He is tall and tall, and usually has a red face and a voice like a bell.
"Xiao Li...give me a hand..."
Reporter Yu, who was leaning against the cabin door, looked pale at this time, and the red light had long disappeared. He was holding a plastic bag in his hand, but there was nothing in it. He probably vomited it in the toilet.
"vomit--"
Before he finished speaking, Reporter Yu immediately opened the plastic bag and retched again inside.
Except for a little yellow bile water and saliva, nothing came out.
Li Zheng hurriedly went over to help him to prevent the shaky journalist comrade from falling to the ground.
"This...this seasickness medicine...after taking...it makes me even more dizzy..."
Lao Yu smiled bitterly and shook his big head again and again.
Li Zheng said: "Where do you want to go?"
Lao Yu said: "Where else can I go? Help me back to my cabin. It seems now...it seems better for me to lie still..."
After finishing speaking, he glanced at Li Zheng and shook his head: "I have been a soldier for so many years...I just went out to sea and vomited like this...It's embarrassing...I've lost all my face..."
Li Zheng helped him move forward while comforting him: "Actually, it's not shameful. Everyone reacts to seasickness. A comrade in our special operations team also vomited. Even I feel a little tight in my chest now. It seems like this
Seasickness doesn’t just depend on physical fitness…”
Being comforted by Li Zheng, Lao Yu felt much better.
After going to the toilet just now, he found that his legs were weak, his eyes were spinning, and he couldn't move at all.
He underestimated seasickness.
Do you think that no matter how dizzy you are, you can still walk by holding on to the wall?
Unexpectedly, the dizziness became so severe that I couldn't even walk.
The two chatted all the way back to the cabin, and Lao Yu asked: "Xiao Li, I heard you are a graduate student?"
Li Zheng was not modest and admitted directly: "Well, yes."
Lao Yu kept nodding his big head and said thoughtfully: "This is a bright spot. When I regain some strength tomorrow, I will have to interview you...graduate student...Jiaolong team member..."
Li Zheng added: "I am not from the Jiaolong Commando."
Lao Yu was stunned for a moment and looked at Li Zheng sideways: "Aren't you?"
His eyes fell on the dragon emblem on Li Zheng's arm.
Li Zheng shook his head: "I am from the Army Special Forces, and I came here for exchange and study."
Lao Yu suddenly realized: "Ah... we communicated here? But now you can be regarded as a Jiaolong commando, just temporarily."
Li Zheng smiled bitterly. He would not argue with Lao Yu about yes or no. As reporters, they always have to dig out material.
He likes this kind of material the most.
Highly educated, special operations team member, martial arts champion, if I go back and process it, the Spring and Autumn style of writing does not mention Li Zheng’s origin, but only says that he is a member of the Jiaolong team. It is also a very exciting manuscript.
After seeing Lao Yu off, he returned to his rest cabin. Fatty Wei was still sitting there, just like meditating and practicing in martial arts.
His forehead was wet with cold sweat, his face was pale, his brows were furrowed, his expression...
pain!
"Fat man, why don't you lie down?" Li Zheng felt that Fatty Wei had better lie down now. After these few hours, he might feel better.
Fatty Wei shook his head and said nothing.
Li Zheng returned to his bed and sat down, and said again: "Have you taken your seasickness medicine..."
Fatty Wei couldn't help but wanted to answer this time, but when he opened his mouth, he spit it out again.
Actually, Fatty Wei didn't bring any seasickness medicine.
Originally, they were given seasickness medicine, but Fatty Wei was so confident that he felt that no one would get seasick, so he threw it in the barracks of the training base without putting it in his bag.
I was just starting to feel dizzy at this moment, and I was thinking about asking my comrades to borrow two pills to eat first and see how things went, but when I thought of the Haikou I had boasted about before, I couldn't help but feel embarrassed.
Li Zheng asked him about seasickness pills. He thought that he would borrow two pills from the donkey down the slope and asked Li Zheng to take two pills. He never thought that he was really dizzy. He was deflated when he opened his mouth, and a stream of heat rushed straight up from his stomach.
The throat, bursting out of the mouth.
Li Zheng frowned and looked at Fatty Wei. Apart from anything else, just looking at it made him feel uncomfortable...
Wang Haiyang couldn't help it any longer, sat up from the bed, waved away the indescribable smell in the air, and said to Fatty Wei: "Fatboy, it's not a problem for you to be like this... Look at Qiang Yong behind you, he's
Are you still asleep?"
Fatty Wei's bed is at the top, and the edge of the bed where he is sitting is actually a layer of Qiangyong.
He was vomiting there, and Qiang Yong was sleeping behind him. Not to mention it was awkward and disgusting, but he couldn't rush.
"Get up, get up!"
Wang Haiyang went over and pulled Fatty Wei up.
Then he turned to Zhang Jian and said, "Captain Zhang, can you go get a pistol?"
"Why do you want a pistol?" Zhang Jian asked.
Wang Haiyang said: "Of course I helped Fatty Wei stop vomiting! It's not an option if he keeps doing this."
pistol?
Antiemetic?
What is the connection between the two?
Wang Haiyang has the richest voyage experience among all the people.
So there must be some truth to what he said.
Weapons are in the weapons depot and can be collected when on duty. On this ship, the weapons management rights of the special operations team are in Zhang Jian's hands.
So he just needs to nod to get the weapon.
Soon, the pistol was brought.
Li Zheng also gave Fatty Wei some seasickness medicine.
Zhang Jian handed the pistol to Wang Haiyang and said half-jokingly: "You're not going to put the gun to his head to scare him from vomiting, are you?"
Wang Haiyang said: "How can you do that? The gun is aimed at your own people. This is the principle."
After saying that, he walked up to Fatty Wei, bent down and asked Fatty Wei, who had lost half of his life: "Fatty, do you want to stop vomiting?"
Fatty Wei took a deep breath to prevent himself from vomiting when he opened his mouth, and then said carefully: "This is not nonsense... Can you help me stop vomiting... I... I..."
He thought for a long time but couldn't figure out how to thank Wang Haiyang.
Wang Haiyang took the initiative and waved his hand: "Hey...don't say you're willing to give me your life. I don't have this blessing."
He checked the gun and made sure that the empty chamber was safe, then he picked up Fatty Wei and thrust the gun into his hand.