In September, the night on the sea is already bitterly cold, and the bright moon rises from the sea, with a strange dark red, crushing the ripples around it, and as far as the eye can see, it is like a soft velvet blanket.

There were five people on the narrow impact boat, two lying on their stomachs, three sitting, and a large vulture standing in the stern.

Lying on his stomach were Ling Dongcheng and Bao Pu, and sitting on the Dingding bus Jingzhi, Admiral Yang Ke and Rong Xijue.

The compass that hugged Pu had long been lost in the naval battle, and his mind was so confused that he didn't dare to think about how he had survived these days.

Looking at the rippling color under the boat, he raised his hand to grab it, and almost pounced.

Cha Kyung-ichi pulled his belt back and slapped him on the ass.

Hug Pu was in pain, and stared at him with blood-red eyes: "What are you doing?"

"If you want to feed the fish in the sea, let's save some rations, please!" Che Jingzhi said coldly.

Bao Pu finally sobered up a little, but when he saw the sea fish thrown at the stern of the boat, he couldn't help retching.

Anyone who eats raw fish for more than two months will probably be sick to their stomachs, but they rely on an inexhaustible supply of fish to survive at sea for so long.

Drifting for more than two months, no one's condition is better, Ling Dongcheng is an ordinary person, has been eating raw fish, but also has to endure the exposure of the sun during the day and the bitter cold at night, he has been sick for some days, fortunately, Bao Pu is also a rough medical science, from time to time to use fish bones as acupuncture to poke and poke his acupoints, so that he did not get killed.

Yang Ke took off his underwear, only covering his leather armor, Ling Dongcheng wore Yang Ke's clothes, still shaking together, and the sound of his upper and lower teeth bumping could be heard clearly.

Rong Xijue frowned, took off his robe and threw it to Ling Dongcheng.

Ling Dongcheng cast a grateful look, but Yang Ke diligently stepped forward to drape it for him, thought about it, and helped him up and hugged him into his arms.

In this way, he himself will not be too cold, and he can also block the cold for the emperor's father-in-law, but if it continues like this, it will not work, Yang Ke looked at Rong Xijue, who was dressed in a white middle single, and only hoped that he would have an idea.

In fact, their expectant eyes have appeared many times, except for Che Jingzhi and Yang Ke who can protect themselves, the other two are all saved by Rong Xijue in that sea battle, these many days, he often goes into the sea to catch fish, in order to maintain the basic necessities of life.

Even the vulture Ahu, who had followed Rong Xijue for many years, was dying because of the drastic change in taste.

If they don't find a way out, sooner or later they will be trapped and die on the sea.

But nature is such a helpless existence, afraid that when the wind and rain come, it will be wind and rain, hoping that the gust of wind can blow the boat that has lost its oars, and there is not even a trace of wind on the sea.

The boat seems to be still here, looking around, there is a silver light all around, more than two months down, everyone's vision has long been tired, can't tell where is the sea and where is the sky, under the moonlight, like the earth paved with silver frost, no wonder Bao Pu almost pounced.

On weekdays, he chatters endlessly, but in the past few days, he has also quieted down, and often can't say a few words throughout the day.

Ling Dongcheng breathed a sigh of relief and opened his eyes to look at his son-in-law standing on the bow of the boat.

The moonlight gently shrouded his tall figure, and the unique side of the peak ridge resembled a jade mountain.

Thirty thousand people, including his righteous son Ling Xiao, either died from the sinking of the ship or from the artillery attack of the pirate ship.

This was the first fiasco in Rong Xijue's war history.

He never understood why the pirates' ships were so powerful with their guns and guns that they had destroyed their last remaining ship.

The scene of the shipwreck is vivid.

The soldiers were floating at sea under a hail of bullets, and blood stained the sea.

These days, every time he closes his eyes, his eyes are a blood-red patch of the vast sea, as if there is an endless pool of blood in the region.

"Your Majesty, don't be sad......" Ling Dongcheng breathed back, his mind was still sober, although Rong Xijue didn't speak, but he could fully feel that the saddest thing at the moment was him, more than 30,000 people, only five people on the boat remained, watching his soldiers die, he was afraid that his heart was dripping blood all the time.

Rong Xijue glanced at him and gave him a comforting look.

"As long as you persevere, the ship will dock sooner or later, when the minister was a teenager, he once went to the country with a merchant ship, and he didn't want to encounter a big storm on the way, the ship drifted with the current, and it took half a year to land in Annam, and he was almost killed by the natives, and then he went through a lot of hardships and was able to return to his hometown for two years. "Thinking about what happened back then, how similar it is to today, there was no master like Rong Xijue on the ship at that time, but fortunately, the big ship was not lost, fresh water and food were there, this time, it was all thanks to Rong Xijue to hunt a large number of sea fish, even if there was food, and even water sources, it was also these fish.

Of course, there are often showers of rain when drifting on the sea, but they don't have containers with them, and they can only take a few mouthfuls on their backs.

The longing for water numbs everyone's nerves.

"There will always be a wind, there will always be a ...... on the shore" Ling Dongcheng, who had said a while, fell into a semi-comatose state again.

Yang Ke silently hugged him, and did not let Hug Park wake him up.

In the current situation, it is much better to sleep than to be awake.

Rong Xijue looked at the strange moon and was a little depressed.

Since his first time on the battlefield, he has not suffered such a setback, except for guns, can there be that kind of master among pirates?

Although Bao Pu never jumped on the thief ship like him, listening to his analysis gave the answer.

There is a bald head fifty miles away, and the internal force is strong, so that a blood-red short sword, the sword can be divided, and it can be stabbed from any angle when it is close, and the terrible thing is that anything that touches his short sword is like a knife cutting tofu.

Even Rong Xijue could only avoid his edge when he fought with him, and he wandered off the side, and Che Jingzhi's handrail was cut by him.

If this is the only one, he may not be in his eyes.

The terrifying thing is that there is a woman who is comparable to the bald head, so that a soft sword like autumn water, if the mountains and seas are overwhelming when attacking, and the water does not leak when defending, she can alone entangle Rong Xijue like a fly, so that he can't find a flaw for a while, and it is difficult to get out.

According to Bao Pu's analysis, these two people are the once famous blood pool sword Mo Lisoul and his beloved wife lingering sword Gu Suzhen.

These two are said to be the sixth and seventh apprentices of the three absolute Langjun, and it is said that they are a pair of childhood sweethearts. In the early years of Shunzuo, they were at the age of flowers, walking the rivers and lakes together, invincible. Once because of the three masters of Poyang Lake who helped the village in danger, Gu Suzhen's beauty and words teased, the two of them entered the water village, and killed hundreds of thousands of people in the cottage overnight. (To be continued.) )