"Really...... Is there really a tsunami? Deqing couldn't believe it, and looked at the old Wang who was kneeling on the ground, his lips trembling, and muttering to himself. Mom, you heard it, what Grandpa Wang said is true! The little boy said to the young woman with great joy, and a trace of unnaturalness passed over the young woman's face, which was then replaced by a wave of gratitude. Under the guidance of the People's Liberation Army, thousands of people soon left the dangerous beach and came to a high mountain. When they came to the mountain, they found that a lot of people had gathered here, as if people from a radius of hundreds of miles were concentrated here.

"Hey, where's the old king?" After settling down, Deqing looked around, but he didn't see the figure of the old king, so he couldn't help but cry out urgently. "Oops, my son is gone! Has any of you seen my son? At the same time, the young woman shouted nervously. Mom, I'm here! Just when the young woman was anxious, with a crisp child's voice, the little boy took the hand of the old king and walked out of the crowd with a smile. I saw that Grandpa Wang was tired, so I went to help him, but we both fell behind. ”

"Huh...... Thanks to Xiao Hao, otherwise it would have been a dream for me to climb to the top of the mountain! The old Wang Tou stroked Xiao Hao's hair affectionately and said with a smile. Everyone suddenly found that the grandfather and grandson stood together so harmoniously, like a beautiful landscape, which made people never get tired of looking at it, and their hearts were warm. Deqing walked in front of the old king, scratched his head, and said with embarrassment: "Uncle Wang, it's all because I'm not a thing, I treat your kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs, and I treat you like that, come, you hit me a few times to dissipate my anger, so that I will feel better." The old king shook his head and said, "You can't be blamed for this! I can only blame myself. Who made me an alcoholic, hehe......"

Speaking of wine, Deqing beat his head heavily, took out a gourd containing wine from his arms, handed it to the old king, and said: "I forgot that I brought good wine with me, come, you drink it openly, even if I honor you!" The old king reached out and took the wine gourd, unscrewed the cork, and put his nose to the mouth of the gourd. He sniffed for a long time, closed his eyes, and his face was covered with pottery. He muttered, "Fragrant, it's really fragrant!" "Huh...... Since it's fragrant, you should drink more when you're old! Deqing laughed repeatedly. The old king opened his eyes, glanced at everyone, turned the wine gourd upside down, and the fragrant elixir and jade liquid in it immediately poured out.

"Uncle Wang. You are ......" saw the movements of the old king. Deqing was taken aback. The old king poured out the wine in the gourd, and there was not a drop left. Then he threw the wine gourd far down the mountain. said: "You can't get this thing on wine, it's harmful!" From now on. If my old king drinks another drop of wine, I will be the turtle in the sea and the king in the water! The old king's words caused a round of applause. Among them, the little boy's slap was particularly loud. When the applause stopped, Lao Wangtou stood on a high place and said loudly to everyone: "Folks, this time it is the People's Liberation Army, and it is the government that has saved us." We can't be ungrateful, we can't forget others when we are safe. Let's go, let's all take a hand, a small tsunami can't scare us Chinese people! ”

Although the tsunami caused panic, it also aroused the fighting spirit of everyone to unite and overcome the disaster. Foreigners always say that a Chinese person is a dragon, and a group of Chinese people are a worm. When faced with the threat of a tsunami, when faced with a catastrophe, the Chinese people proved with their actions that this is a fallacy and a fart! It was not only the people of the eastern seaboard who took action, but also the rest of the people who were not threatened by the tsunami. Countless people joined in the rush to transport refugees, and on every road, car after car brought the carload to safety. On the long tracks, row after row of trains were also filled with people who had retreated inland from the east.

Countless famous mountains and rivers have given up the huge benefits of Japanese gold and money, and all of them are open to the public free of charge, becoming the best place for refugees to escape the tsunami. Just when the whole of China is fighting against the upcoming tsunami, the installation work in the sea area of the island country has finally come to an end, and at this time, the tsunami is less than ten nautical miles away from this sea area full of **. The wind and waves on the sea are getting stronger and stronger, and there will be waves more than ten meters high at every turn, and at least more than ten drilling ships have been overturned since the beginning of construction, and more than 100 people have disappeared into the rough waves. Among them, there are island people, there are also Chinese people, and M people...... But in the face of the crazy waves, in the face of the danger of dying at any time, there is not a boat, and one person retreats.

People are surrounded by a tragic, painful feeling, at which point the tears are no longer enough to vent. With tears in his eyes, Mao Lichun watched as the drillships struggled in the high wind and waves, and watched the brave seafarers being tossed high by the waves and then falling heavily on the deck. As a scientist, what you need most is rationality, but at the moment, Maori is gradually losing its rationality. It was the first time he hated the tsunami so much, and he wished he could tear it to pieces, and his eyes, which had always been filled with wisdom, turned blood-red and full of hatred.

"Mr. Maori, how's it going?" Yamamoto Masanori suppressed the tension in his heart and asked in a deep voice. Mao Lichun took a long breath and said: "There is only one last ** interment point left, and I have ordered the rest of the drilling ships to retreat, leaving only the last one to operate." It's just ......" "What's just that?" Yamamoto Masanori couldn't help but tremble in his heart. Maorichun sighed and said with sadness: "It's just ...... I am afraid that it will be difficult for this last drilling ship to retreat to a safe sea area in time, and the result will either be swallowed by the tsunami or blown to pieces by the power of **! "What? Will that be the case? Masatori Yamamoto looked a little distracted, and looked at Mori Jun blankly.

Maori nodded solemnly. Yamamoto Masanori was silent for a while, then stood up abruptly and said, "Let the drilling ships of our island people do this." Other countries have already helped us a lot, and we can't let them sacrifice for us anymore! Maori said, "I think so too." Now it is the ...... who are carrying out this task The Sakura drillship. "Give me a list of all the crew on the Sakura drill ship right away. They are all our heroes, and no matter what situation the island country goes, we must not forget them! Yamamoto said sadly.

When Masatori Yamamoto got the list, looked at the long list and couldn't help crying, Jun Mori suddenly exclaimed, "What's going on?" Mori Jun's exclamation made Yamamoto Masatori's heart tighten, and he hurriedly asked, "Mr. Mori, what happened?" Maori stared at the picture with staring at the screen, and said, "I have obviously given the order to retreat, why...... Why did these drillships refuse to retreat? Jun Maori snatched the microphone and sent out a hoarse shout to all the drillships through the guò communication system, "I am Maorijun, I am Maorijun!" Now I order all the drillships, except the Sakura, to immediately retreat in the direction of the island nation! ”

After the speaker was silent for a while, a Huaxia crew member said in Mandarin: "I am the captain of the Huaxia Dongfang drilling ship, we refuse to retreat, we will wait for the Sakura drilling ship to complete its mission and return to the island country with them!" This is the unanimous decision of all our Huaxia drillships! Don't abandon, don't give up, this is the insistence of our Chinese people, please Mr. Maori for approval! ”

One by one, the Chinese characters turned into radio waves that poured into Mao Lichun's ears and turned into tears in his eyes. Yamamoto Masanori couldn't understand Huaxia dialect, and said to Maori Jun with urgency: "Mr. Maori, what are Huaxia friends talking about?" Translate it to me! Mao Lijun said word by word: "The Chinese people refuse to retreat, they refuse to give up the Sakura, and they want to live and die with the Sakura!" ”

Maori Jun's words made Yamamoto Masanori completely stunned, staring blankly at the five-star flag flying high on the satellite screen, and Yamamoto Masanori's heart was completely shocked. Chinese people, this is tolerance, great Chinese people! "Mr. Maori, the people of M have just sent a message, and like the Chinese, they also refuse to retreat!" "The people of country H are calling, and they will return with the Sakura!" "Russia is calling, advance and retreat together!" …… The radio waves flew to the Maori Jun's headquarters as if they had grown wings, turning into warm currents that warmed the hearts of everyone present.

Yamamoto Masanori couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart anymore, tears burst out of his eyes, rushed to the microphone, and shouted loudly into the microphone: "I am Yamamoto Masanori, the prime minister of the island country!" On behalf of all PICs, thank you. If the island nation can escape this catastrophe, it will do its best to repay the kindness of friends from all countries. After speaking, he looked at Mori Jun and said, "I want to talk to the warriors of the Sakura!" Mori Jun nodded, and the staff skillfully answered the phone on the Sakura drilling ship. Captain Mori Jiro of the Sakura Drillship, I'm Jun Mori! Maori said in a deep voice.

"Mori Jiro? Be...... Your son!? Listening to Mori Jun's words, Yamamoto asked in surprise. Mori Jun didn't answer Yamamoto Masanori's words, and said into the microphone in a deep voice: "Mori Jiro, it's the Prime Minister who will talk to you next!" With tears in his eyes, he handed the microphone to Masanori Yamamoto. Taking over the heavy microphone, Yamamoto Masanori cleared his throat and said loudly: "Mori Jiro, I want to say that you have a great father, and your father has a great son. As the Prime Minister of an island country, and even more so as a citizen of an island country, I am extremely proud to have compatriots like you! ”

Yamamoto Masanori's words made Mori Jiro on the other end of the phone excited, and roared in a trembling voice: "Die for the island country, Jiro dies without regrets!" "No! I won't let you die. Did you just hear that? Now you are not alone, look around you, the drilling ships flying various national flags, they have refused to retreat until now, they just refuse to give up on you, and want to live and die with you! Jiro, remember, here, your father and I, as well as all the citizens of the island, are waiting for you to complete your mission and triumphantly triumphant. When the tsunami recedes, I'll open the champagne for you myself! (To be continued.) (。 ))