The power of a strong typhoon can destroy everything that stands in its way, including the nuclear-powered aircraft carrier battle group that Uncle Sam claims to be capable of all-weather operations. However, a small gunboat that encounters a typhoon is like a small boat in the rough waves, drifting with the current, ups and downs, and big waves.
When it is covered, it gives people a feeling that it is about to capsize and sink.
Danger abounds.
In the cockpit, everyone tightly grasped the handles and armrests, holding their breath and concentrating. The atmosphere was depressing and tense. These tough men who broke into thousands of troops and could kill several times, and even took the head of an admiral, encountered the ravages of nature.
, helpless, can only resign oneself to fate.
Yang Chen looked grim. The unexpected extreme weather had made the future unpredictable. Life and death were completely out of his control, and he was a little worried.
Worried about being confused and buried in the belly of a fish.
Worried that I will never see my loved ones again.
He was worried that the huge kingdom he had created would fall apart if something happened to him.
The gunboat swayed violently, creaking and clanking, making chaotic sounds, as if it might disintegrate in the next second. Lightning and thunder were thundering outside, and violent storms and huge waves were raging.
In the rest room of the lower cabin, Mei Ji hugged Hatoni tightly and leaned against the bunk beds welded to the wall and floor, frowning. It was the first time she encountered such a big storm and she was not used to it.
"Sister, are we going to die?" Hatoni, who had vomited twice due to seasickness, asked Meiji shiveringly. This child spoke English well.
Noisy II always paid attention to the cultivation of his children and hired the best teachers for his children. His eldest son and second son studied in France for many years.
Hatoni speaks English well, which is natural and not surprising.
"No." Mei Ji answered simply, convinced that Yang Chen, who had saved countless dangers, could still survive this disaster. In her mind... Yang Chen was a god.
Hatoni cried out, leaned into Mei Ji's arms, and slowly fell asleep. It was not that this child was heartless, he had gone through a series of unfortunate encounters, and his body and mind were extremely weak.
He was so concentrated and nervous that he forgot the passage of time. The wind and waves gradually subsided, and he felt a little relieved. Only then did Yang Chen look at his watch. It was already early in the morning, and he had been drifting on the sea for more than ten hours without knowing it.
"I guess I got through." Long San said to himself.
"There is still a possibility... that we will be caught in the eye of the typhoon." Another man named Hailong was worried. Hailong's surname is Nie, and his full name is Nie Hailong. He was born in a small fishing village in Fujian and knows the sea better than Long San.
Eye of Typhoon.
The average diameter is thirty to forty kilometers.
Within this range, everything is calm and calm, making those caught in it feel like they are in another world.
The waves subsided and the rain stopped. People in the cockpit could see the twinkling stars in the night sky. Hailong opened the cabin door and stood at the door looking up at the stars. He looked at the dark flock of birds under the starlight and moonlight and listened to their chaotic and dense sounds.
There was a neighing sound, and this man who knew the sea smiled bitterly, turned to Yang Chen and said: "Boss, we have really drifted into the center of the typhoon."
Yang Chen, who also heard the screams of seabirds, nodded. The high-speed rotating airflow on the periphery of the typhoon would drag the seabirds in the center. Sometimes these poor seabirds had to move thousands of kilometers with the typhoon.
Yang Chen said quietly: "I hope we can still float out."
"The boss always orders great fortune, great fortune, and great fortune, and this time will be no exception." Long San laughed to relieve the depressing atmosphere, and the others smiled and nodded.
Someone brought the food and fresh water stored in the gunboat and distributed it. Taking advantage of the calm weather, everyone wolfed it down to replenish their strength and face the new challenge.
In fact, it is difficult to float in, and even harder to float out. It is like being sucked into a turbulent whirlpool. What's more, the gunboat engine fails and loses power. It drifts with the current. It may be like a poor seabird hovering in the night sky, following the movement of the eye of a typhoon, and finally drifting.
Where it will go is unpredictable.
In the cockpit, eight gentlemen sat on the ground. They all knew how serious the situation was going to be, but no one showed worry on their faces anymore. At worst, they would die, or they would die in a miserable way, so what?
"This bottle of beer is a tribute to the dead brothers. May the spirits of our brothers in heaven protect us." Yang Chen opened the bottle of beer and poured it outside the cockpit door as he spoke.
Long San, Hailong and others were in awe, and a small team of thirty people who trained the King of Weisland's guards fought their way out, leaving only seven of them.
Thinking of the brothers who had known each other day and night and buried their bones in a foreign country, they were filled with sorrow and regret. Long San gritted his teeth and said, "We must live to avenge our dead brothers."
"right!"
The others said in unison.
Yang Chen crumpled the empty can into a ball, threw it in the corner, opened another can of beer, let the overflowing foam flow, raised it, looked around the crowd and said, "It won't take long, we will definitely be able to fight back to Westland."
After Yang Chen finished speaking, he raised his head and poured wine into his mouth. Others followed suit. The heroism and heroism of a good man were fully displayed, and he had nothing to fear from hardships and dangers.
Everyone had eaten and drank enough and was lying down in their clothes. When they were half asleep and half awake, a sudden loud noise accompanied by violent vibrations of the hull woke up everyone in the cockpit.
Thanks to everyone's quick eyesight and quick reactions, no one was injured. They stood up straight one after another and looked out of the cockpit. A huge and irregular shadow in front blocked the way.
Like an island.
In order to see clearly, Yang Chen walked out of the cockpit and looked around. He could confirm that there was an island a hundred meters ahead, and the gunboat was stuck by a reef.
This is good. They don't have to continue to drift with the tide and be carried thousands of kilometers away by the typhoon. The others figured out the situation and breathed a sigh of relief. Their foothold was fixed. The base camp could use the satellite phones they carried with them to accurately locate and send them.
People perform rescue operations.
The typhoon with a speed of more than 60 kilometers per hour moved forward, and the stuck gunboat quickly escaped from the eye of the typhoon and entered the storm zone, where it was once again ravaged by violent storms and huge waves.
As it moved forward, the typhoon intensified and showed more terrifying power than before. The huge waves pushed the gunboat out of the reef area and onto the island.
Two hours later, the typhoon finally went away and it was daylight. The gunboat was almost a pile of scrap metal. The communication antenna, radar antenna and generator were all broken.
Yang Chen walked out of the cockpit and took a look. The gunboat was stuck on the edge of a small island dotted with rocks. Hai Long, who was following Yang Chen, looked at the island in front of him and said in a voiceless voice: "Is this the legendary Devil's Island?"
Devil's Island.
It was first recorded in Columbus's logbook. The island has a circumference of seventy miles, with dangerous mountains, dense forests, and many poisonous insects and snakes. The natives on the island are savage and fierce and like to eat human flesh like devils, so it is called Devil's Island.
"Cannibals?" Long San laughed disapprovingly when he heard Hai Long mention all the legends about Devil's Island. In the deep mountains and forests, they are the devils and the gods of death.
The natives are nothing.
"Are you sure this is Devil's Island?" Yang Chen turned to Hai Long and asked.
"The topography and landforms are similar to those recorded in many logbooks, right? It's hard to say." Hai Long answered truthfully.
"Leave two people to guard the gunboat, and the rest will follow me." After Yang Chen said that, he jumped off the deck, waded through the shallow water, and walked forward. The gunboat had insufficient fresh water and food, so he had to land on the island.
