The singing voice is not beautiful, but it has a shocking power, and subtly, it is to refill the motivation of the exhausted sailors. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This simple and unpretentious ballad creates a unique mood, which many people will call the dawn of dawn.

At least, that's what Zheng Fei thinks.

Looking at the cheerful sailors, listening to their rough and vicissitudes of singing, he smiled with satisfaction, and silently raised his feet and walked away, away from them.

At a boulder, he stopped, climbed over and sat down, took out a flask and took a small sip.

Here, he was greeted by a large open mountain field, and he could face the sunset and the red sunset far away from him.

Evening.

Cliffs where the afterglow pours.

Lumberjacks shouting in unison.

Man drinking on top of a boulder.

It, him, and them, is a wonderful picture.

These damn European beeches were harder to saw than expected, and the trunk of the tree, which was more than a meter in diameter, took two hours to saw, and finally it was done.

By this time, night had already fallen.

In order to gather grass tendons and weave rope more quickly, they sawed more than a dozen trees, and then worked together to cut out the slope with their axes where they saw, and in a short time, the huge beeches fell one after another, and in the midst of the shaking of the ground, their treetops hit the opposite cliff wall, and immediately broke off, leaving a stronger part stuck there.

The sudden change frightened the monkeys, birds and other small animals perched on the cliff and squeaked and fled desperately to the top of the cliff.

Among them, there was a giant tree that fell in a slightly wrong direction, nearly fifty meters in length and two meters in diameter, driving countless dead branches and rotten leaves, and directly fell to the bottom of the cliff.

Seeing this devastating scene, everyone suddenly exclaimed.

"Hey!"

They hope the brown bear hunters below the cliffs can hear.

When the giant tree hit the ground, the brown bear hunter was crouching by the stream, reaching out in the stream hoping to touch some fish and shrimp to fill his stomach, but it was too dark and he could not hunt with his bare hands.

Bang!

He couldn't see anything in the cliff where he couldn't see his fingers, and he heard a loud bang that shook the earth, which reminded him of the landslides he had encountered in the Americas, except that there was a gale coming his face.

He subconsciously jumped up and ran back, crouching against the cliff wall and curling up.

The trunk of the tree was just a few steps away from him.

At the top of the cliff, hearing a loud rumbling sound, Zheng Fei ordered the sailors to stop the noise, and then held back his strength and shouted: "Are you still alive?!"

The silent night, the echoes of the valley rise and fall, enduring.

The brown bear hunter, who was curled up, sensed as if he was calling to him, and hurriedly looked up, for fear that his companion would think he was dead and leave him behind.

"Alive!"

Hearing his answer, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Stay safe, we'll go down and pick you up at dawn!"

After shouting, Zheng Fei stroked his chest happily.

If an elite subordinate were to die in such an accident, he would blame himself.

What else is there but self-blame?

It was too dark, and to walk to the other side through the trunk of a tree across the cliff was tantamount to death.

You can only sleep all night and wait until dawn to continue.

Fortunately, it didn't rain tonight, and the sailors just found a place in the woods and lay down, and some of the quick ones quickly took up the roots that they sawed off before, the huge European beech, the roots of which were about two meters, which was a natural round bed.

After a day's walk on the mountain trail and sawing trees for two hours, they were already exhausted, and they had only been lying down for two minutes, snoring loudly.

Zheng Fei was not too tired, lying on the ground with his hands on the bottom of his head, cocking Erlang's legs, admiring the stars in the night sky, they seemed to be blinking, cute.

Speaking of blinking, he thought of the girl who had been by his side.

Anna, Teresa, Britney...... Now that I think about it, each of them is so good, I only blame myself for the affair that broke Anna's heart, and Teresa.

frowned lightly and sighed shallowly.

Later, he thought about the first time he went to sea on Uncle Pete's little broken fishing boat at the Atlanta dock, Pete slipped on the reef and fell into the sea, and after being rescued, this guy said that he was picking up a piece of colored seashell to give to his daughter, what a good father.

Thinking of the port of Barcelona, in the overcrowded exchange, ambergris was auctioned for sky-high prices.

Thinking of ...... in the Azores

Atlantic Voyage ......

Americas......

For a moment, he was very sleepy, and a thought suddenly flashed in his confused mind: Hey, since when did I not miss the 21st century?

There are too many funs, too many surprises, and too many unknowns in this romantic era......

Isn't this the kind of life I want?

The adventure never ends.

He lifted the corners of his mouth, smiled sweetly, and before he knew it, he fell asleep.

......

The next day, dawn.

The red morning sun emerged from behind the mountains in the distance, pouring the first rays of light on the earth, and when the sunlight pierced his eyes, Zheng Fei woke up and was in good spirits.

Turning over, he looked around, but found nothing to use as food, and it seemed that he was going to be hungry again.

Well, I suddenly saw Santiago hiding a bag of candy in his backpack and stole it out to eat it.

It was only when dawn did he see the sailors' masterpiece last night, a dozen huge trees lying across the cliff, and the other end clinging to the opposite cliff, even if ten people could go up at once.

He smiled and learned the cuckoo's call to wake up the sleeping sailors.

Probably feeling provoked, the unknown birds nesting on the opposite cliff wall screamed one after another, wave after wave, as if they were demonstrating.

Zheng Fei smiled bitterly, shut up, as the saying goes, the strong dragon does not lower the head of the bird, after all, people are local birds.

Amid the chirping, incessant crows of birds, the sailors complained and woke up, sleepy-eyed, rubbing their faces, and surveying everything before them.

"Wow, it's spectacular. "They noticed last night's masterpiece.

They couldn't wait, they wanted to go up and try it.

Last night, the trees were all picked up, so the smallest diameter is more than one meter, the luxury version of the single-plank bridge, as long as you don't look at the bottom of the cliff, you will definitely not be able to get into trouble.

Six sailors were assigned to each bridge, two of whom were responsible for pulling the grass and vines on the opposite side, and four were responsible for transporting them to speed up efficiency.

In just half an hour, they collected enough raw materials and returned safely.

At this time, it is the turn of the natives to show their skills, weaving grass and vines is their strength, and it is a necessary survival skill for them after so many years of hunting in the Americas. (To be continued.) )