Being unable to figure out the opponent's strength while one's own strength is insufficient, this is the so-called 'fighting the wolf with a straw and fearing both sides'. Zhou Qingfeng also couldn't figure out how many warships the pirates entrenched in Nassau had, so he could only send out unmanned reconnaissance
The aircraft kept an eye on every move in Nassau while the fleet headed to Great Abaco Island, north of Nassau.
There is a small port in Mars on Great Abaco Island. Zhou Qingfeng and others landed at the port in a small boat in an attempt to obtain supplies and information.
The Caribbean is a famous resort, and Great Abaco Island is also full of bright sunshine, white beaches, and blue waters. In the past, tens of thousands of people lived here all year round, but now it is quiet, even if there are no living people.
Know where to hide and survive.
There was no one in the port area of Mars. Zhou Qingfeng led the team to find an airport with a dirt runway nearby, and also found many abandoned small sightseeing planes in the hangar. The only drawback was the lack of fuel.
"We have nothing now, no staple food, no fuel, no hope. Just take whatever you want, I can't stop you anyway." The person guarding the airport was an old man with greasy hands, who seemed to be in charge of ground handling.
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"Where are the people on the island going?" Zhou Qingfeng wanted to ask about the situation.
"Run away." The old man on the ground shrugged. He is considered an aborigine of the island. He has lived here for generations and makes a living from the tourists that come and go every year. "There were riots out of nowhere. At first, people ran towards the United States, but then
The Americans came running towards us like a tidal wave, and soon it became a dead place."
"Do you know the situation over there in Nassau? It is said that it is occupied by a guy named General Santos. He seems to have no shortage of fuel." Zhou Qingfeng asked again.
"I don't know. We have completely cut off contact with the outside world. No one cares about our life or death." The old ground worker was completely depressed.
“What about over there in Miami?”
"have no idea."
"Then what do you know?"
"I don't know anything."
The old ground crew man stayed in his broken hangar, shaking his head when faced with the question. Zhou Qingfeng looked at the other person's dull eyes, and after a long time he said warmly: "My name is Victor Hugo, I think we can
Help each other. I guess you must be hungry, maybe I should give you some bread."
"Do you still have bread?" When the old man heard that there was food, his eyes were glowing green. He quickly got up from the rotten sofa he was sitting on and said, "We only have canned fish, fruits, vegetables and so on here.
Yes. But the staple food has been cut off for almost two months."
"We can exchange flour for your fruits and vegetables." Zhou Qingfeng's words almost made the old ground worker kneel down.
The old man shouted into the wooden shed behind the hangar, and a few children ran out. They got some fruits and the like, but Zhou Qingfeng shook his head and said: "These are too few, we want more. Put you on the island
The rest of the people were called together to work for us, and we gave them flour as payment."
If we take shelter on the island, we can still find three to four hundred people. They are all old people and children who look after the house. The young and strong people have gone out to find a way to survive. But these days, few people know that staying on such an isolated island is actually harmful.
safer.
Although food cannot be grown on the island, there are farms that produce fruits and vegetables, as well as a large amount of canned food. The fleet exchanges flour with the people on the island for supplies. A fifty kilogram bag of flour can be exchanged for half a ton of citrus.
It was like a robbery. The cold storage of the Aurora was quickly filled up. And the residents of the island began to cheer as if they had found a way to survive.
"Old man, can those planes still be used?" Zhou Qingfeng finally focused on several abandoned small planes at the airport.
"Of course it works."
"Is there anyone else on the island who knows how to fly these planes?"
"I know how to fly these small planes. It's very easy to fly them. If you know how to drive, you can fly them. But we don't have fuel."
"We do have some aviation gasoline, maybe you can teach me."
"You still have gas?!"
After being surprised that Zhou Qingfeng could provide a large amount of flour, the residents of the island were also surprised that Zhou Qingfeng had obtained a lot of aviation gasoline. Several Cessna series small planes at the airport were pulled out, and an old ground service man served as an instructor.
Training Zhou Qingfeng and others to act as pilots.
The Cessna series of small airplanes are indeed easy to fly, safe, reliable, and relatively comfortable. Zhou Qingfeng learned the fastest and could fly independently in almost three days. The first thing he had to do was to fly the Great Abaco Island
Understand the situation nearby.
First it was Nassau, then the Bahamas, and then Miami. In short, it has been almost three months since the catastrophe. Social order has been restored, and human life can be said to be orderly in chaos. But when Zhou Qingfeng was exploring the surrounding situation, he also
I also found a small plane flying over Great Abaco Island, seemingly looking for something.
Both were single-wing piston propeller aircraft. During the driving process, the aircraft even approached Zhou Qingfeng's Cessna and pulled the trigger on him.
"**! What does this son of a bitch want to do?" Zhou Qingfeng has a strong learning ability, but his flying skills are still relatively low for the time being. He recently took off for two consecutive days to investigate the surrounding areas, and encountered this aircraft both times.
A hostile small plane.
Especially in the second encounter, this small low-wing Beechcraft aircraft actually opened fire under the nose of the aircraft, and large-caliber bullets flew whizzing. This firepower frightened Zhou Qingfeng and turned the plane upside down on the spot.
He ran across the sea, but the other party just chased him down from the sky.
"Damn it, I'm not a fighter pilot!" Zhou Qingfeng's hair stood up on the spot. The machine gun bullets made a sputtering water line on the sea. The 'Beach' quickly approached the 'Cessna' driven by Zhou Qingfeng.
He was going to be beaten to death in the cabin.
At the critical moment, Zhou Qingfeng could only fly the plane into the sea, use his strong body to withstand the impact of hitting the sea at high speed, and then quickly draw a gun to blow out the glass cover of the cockpit and escape from the plane.
And when Zhou Qingfeng was still in the sea water, the Beechcraft in the sky still refused to let him go, firing bullets into the sea water repeatedly, and did not leave until there was no sign of any survivors.
Zhou Qingfeng held his breath in the seawater for two minutes, watching helplessly as the Cessna he was driving sank into the dark and deep ocean. After his opponent left, he emerged from the seawater and connected the phone.
Your own waterproof personal radio to call for support.
The 'Beach' flew back to the Nassau airport in a swaggering manner. Before it landed, he reported his results to the airport on the radio, "Both of the opponent's large ships have been found. Tell General Santos that he can
Send out a fleet to launch a surprise attack.
And I shot down an enemy reconnaissance plane today, and its pilot fell into the water and sank into the sea. I think you can prepare the paint and draw a record icon on my fighter plane."
A burst of cheers immediately sounded on the radio at the airport, applauding the achievements of our own pilots.