Storms at sea, also known as typhoons.

The power of a strong typhoon can destroy everything that stands in its way, including Uncle Sam's self-proclaimed nuclear-powered aircraft carrier battle group capable of all-weather operations, and the small gunboats that encounter the typhoon are like a flat boat in the stormy waves, drifting with the waves, ups and downs, and when the big waves cover it, it gives people the feeling that it is about to capsize and sink.

Danger is fraught.

In the cockpit, everyone held their grip on the handles and handrails, holding their breath, the atmosphere was depressing and tense.

Yang Chen's face was cold, and the unexpected extreme weather caused the future to become unpredictable, and life and death were completely out of his control, and he was a little worried.

I am worried that I will die in the belly of the fish.

Fear that you will never see your loved ones again.

He fears that the vast kingdom he has created will fall apart if he has an accident.

The gunboat swayed violently, creaking and clanging, and the sound was intertwined, as if it might disintegrate in the next second, and the lightning and thunder outside, and the storm and waves raged.

In the rest room of the lower cabin, Meiki hugged Hartony tightly, leaning on the bunk beds welded to the wall and floor, her brows were tightly locked, she was very uncomfortable with such a big wind and waves.

"Sister, are we going to die?" Hartony, who had vomited twice due to seasickness, shivered and asked Maggie that the child spoke good English.

Noissy II has always paid attention to the cultivation of children, and invited the best teachers for his children, and the eldest son and the second son have studied in France for many years.

It's no surprise that Hartony speaks English well, and rightfully so.

"No, it won't." Mei Ji replied simply, believing that Yang Chen, who had saved the day countless times, could still survive this catastrophe, and Yang Chen was a god in her mind.

Hartony sighed, leaned into Meiji's arms, and slowly fell asleep, it was not that this child had no heart and lungs, and after a series of misadventures, he was extremely weak physically and mentally.

The high concentration and tension made people forget the passage of time, the wind and waves gradually decreased, and Yang Chen, who was a little relieved, looked at his watch, it was already early in the morning, and he was drifting on the sea for more than ten hours unconsciously.

"I guess it's over." Ryuzo muttered to himself.

"There's also the possibility that we're caught up in the eye of the typhoon." Another man named Hailong is worried, Hailong's surname is Nie, 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 the typhoon.

The average diameter is thirty or forty kilometers.

Within this range, the wind and waves are calm, making those who fall into it feel like they are in another world.

The waves were small, the rain stopped, and the people in the cockpit could see the twinkling stars in the night sky, the sea dragon opened the hatch, stood at the door and looked up at the starry sky, looking at the black crushed birds under the starlight and moonlight, listening to their chaotic and dense hissing, this man who knew the sea smiled bitterly, turned his head to Yang Chen and said, "Boss, we really drifted into the center of the typhoon." ”

Yang Chen, who also heard the neighing of seabirds, nodded, and the high-speed swirling air currents around the typhoon would sweep the seabirds in their passage into the center, and 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 has always ordered great fortune and great creation, and this time will not be an exception." Ryuzo snorted to ease the oppressive atmosphere, and the rest of the people smiled and nodded.

Someone took the food and fresh water stored in the gunboat and distributed it, and while the wind and waves were calm, everyone gobbled up their strength to meet new challenges.

In fact, it is difficult to drift in, and it is even more difficult to drift out, just like a person being sucked into a turbulent whirlpool, not to mention the failure of the gunboat's engine, loss of power, and drifting with the current, like a poor seabird hovering in the night sky, moving with the eye of a typhoon, and where it will eventually drift is unpredictable.

In the cockpit, the eight old men sat on the ground, and they all knew how serious the situation would be, but no one showed their worries on their faces anymore.

"This pouring of wine, salute the dead brothers, may the spirits of the brothers in heaven bless us." Yang Chen opened the filled beer, and spilled his words outside the cockpit door.

Long Sanhailong and the others were in awe, and the small team of thirty people who trained the Westland King's Guard came out all the way, and only seven of them remained.

Thinking about the brothers who get along day and night in a foreign country, they are full of sadness and great regret, Long San gritted his teeth and said: "We must live and avenge our dead brothers." ”

"Yes!"

The rest of the people spoke in unison.

Yang Chen crumpled the empty can, threw it in the corner, opened another can of beer, let the overflowing wine foam flow, lifted it up, and looked around at everyone: "It won't be long before we will be able to kill Westland." ”

After Yang Chen finished speaking, he raised his head and poured wine into his mouth, and others followed suit, and the heroic heroism of the good man was fully revealed, so he was not afraid of hardships and dangers.

Everyone was full of food and drink, and lay down in clothes, just when they were half-asleep, a sudden loud noise accompanied by the violent vibration of the hull woke everyone in the cockpit.

Thanks to their quick eyes and quick reactions, no one was hurt, and they stood up straight one after another, looking out of the cockpit, and the huge and irregular shadows in front of them blocked the way.

Like an island.

In order to see the truth, Yang Chen stepped out of the cockpit and looked around, and he could confirm that there was an island a hundred meters ahead, and the gunboat was stuck by the reef.

In this way, there is no need to continue to drift with the tide and be carried thousands of kilometers away by the typhoon, and other people are relieved to figure out the situation, and the foothold is fixed, and the base camp can use the satellite phone they carry with them to accurately locate and send people to carry out rescue.

The typhoon, which was traveling at a speed of more than 60 kilometers per hour, moved forward, and the gunboat that was stuck quickly broke away from the eye of the typhoon and entered the storm belt, where it was once again ravaged by violent storms and huge waves.

As the typhoon intensified as it moved forward, it showed even more terrifying power than before, and the huge waves pushed the gunboat out of the reef area and pushed it onto the island.

Two hours later, the typhoon finally went away, the sky was bright, and the gunboats were almost a pile of scrap metal, and the communication antennas, radar antennas, and generators were all broken.

Yang Chen walked out of the cockpit and looked, the gunboat was stuck in the edge of the small island and reefs, and the sea dragon that followed Yang Chen observed the island in front of him, and said in a lost voice: "Is this the legendary Devil's Island?" ”

Devil's Island.

The earliest recorded in Columbus's logbook, the circumference of the island is 70 miles, the mountains are treacherous, the forests are dense, there are many poisonous insects, monsters and snakes, the natives on the island are savage and fierce, like to eat human flesh, such as the devil, so it is called Devil's Island.

"Cannibals?" Ryuzo listened to the sea dragon mention all kinds of legends about Devil's Island, and laughed disapprovingly, in the deep mountains and dense forests, they are the devils and the god of death.

The natives are Mao.

"Are you sure this is Devil's Island?" Yang Chen turned his face and asked Hailong.

"The topography is similar to that recorded in many logbooks, but it's hard to say." The sea dragon replied truthfully.

"Leave two men to guard the gunboat, and the rest come with me." After Yang Chen finished speaking, he jumped off the deck, waded through the shallow water, and walked forward, but the fresh water and food reserved by the gunboat were insufficient, so he had to land on the island.