This is a section to make up for yesterday. There is also a section in the evening

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The dusk sky was a quiet yellow, and the clouds on the canopy in the distance were studded with a faint gold edge. The sea breeze in the evening is blowing slightly, the Fengcheng ship is running smoothly, the weather in the Qiongzhou Strait is very good, the wave height is less than 1.5 meters, even if there is no experience of boating, there is no feeling of seasickness.

The huge bow of the ship cleaves the waves and rides the waves. Backpackers, who sailed on boats, sat or stood on the deck in twos and threes, looking out over the scenery on both sides of the strait. The Qiongzhou Strait is a narrow waterway, and from the boat you can see the coastline of the Leizhou Peninsula in the north and Hainan Island in the south.

Less than 20 chains on the side of the ship, a flat-deck barge with low piers is following closely behind, the deck is loaded with containers and various vehicle machinery. Both ships were heading at 10 knots, and they were expected to join up with four fishing boats departing from another port at 6 a.m. Beijing time.

After half a month of running around in Mondstadt, the complicated loading process was finally completed, and the coastal freighter was supposed to play the role of everything, which did not surprise the port authorities, and the only thing that was unbelievable was the oil company, which used diesel fuel instead of cheap heavy marine oil.

The hired crew is Filipino. The strange English was incomprehensible to no one except Mondstadt, who was often in the harbor - the good thing was that they didn't care what was on board, and how the backpackers in the green training uniforms had come so much - and two-thirds of the traversers were concentrated on this ship. Only a few professionals are arranged on other vessels.

There wasn't much room left for the traversers on the entire ship, all five holds were filled with cargo, and even a few containers were strapped to the deck. Several animal containers were still emitting a foul smell. Except for the women and children, who were assigned to the crew's rooms, most of them could only sit on the deck, waiting for the fateful moment to come.

Fortunately, everyone is still in a kind of excitement about to open a new era, and they do not feel too much inconvenience. Some people didn't get a good night's sleep yesterday, so they simply spread out their sleeping bags on the deck to catch up on sleep. There are also standing in the wind, looking at the coastline of Hainan Island. They were born and raised in this plane, and they would have died here for the rest of their lives. There are countless loves and hates, disappointments and satisfactions, countless firsts in life - they are about to leave this place, never to return, like the farewell of death.

The members of the Executive Committee standing on the back floor did not have such leisure to lament this historic moment. According to Jihua, the fishing boats and landing craft departing from the fishing port, as well as the legendary North American rudder yacht, should have joined them at 5 p.m., when they kept searching the sea with their binoculars, and all they saw were coastal fishing boats on their way home.

The North American rudder yacht was the first to arrive ten minutes early, and the blue and white hull of the boat, covered with snow-white spinnakers, glided gracefully across the sea, causing a burst of cheers and whistles from the crowd. The Executive Committee's binoculars could be seen waving her hands on deck, and out of the hatch under the sail was a wide-eyed, bewildered foreign woman—apparently she didn't understand what she was doing.

"This girl is in good shape." Wang Luobin muttered to himself with a telescope.

"Long chestnut hair, not a big Yanma."

"You know what, it's Latino, and it's not blonde to be called Yanmar."

More than a dozen binoculars watched the new stunner. Completely ignoring all the male masturbates in North America are waving on the deck.

The fishing boat and the landing craft remained unseen, but fortunately radio contact was maintained. The four fishing boats were responsible for towing several large floating rafts, a job that no one had ever done, and hours were wasted just adjusting the length of the towing lines. Finally, after 5 p.m. and 20 minutes, they joined the steamer that had been waiting for a long time.

This strange fleet of ships is moving at a low speed along the coastline of Hainan Island, and the port of Bopu is so close that the lights in the harbor are already on and off as night falls. The ships on the route also had their sailing lights on.

"GPS shows that we are now 3 nautical miles east-north of Bopu Port."

"Slow down, turn on all the lights!"

"Take over the ship!"

"The ships are moving closer to the flagship!"

"Prepare the wormhole!"

With a sound of command, Mondstadt first gathered the crew on deck as the shipowner, and then the members of the military team unleashed their five-shot shotguns. Without further ado, more than 20 crew members very cooperatively descended to a specially prepared lifeboat and paddled towards the shore.

At this time, all the lights on the ships were turned on, and the searchlights on the ships illuminated the deck, and the traversers, realizing that the historic moment was coming, stood up and looked at the aft tower with wide eyes.

The loudspeaker sounded the sound of the audition, and then, a high-pitched, somewhat excessive male voice came:

"Attention, five minutes through the preparation! All the staff wore life jackets and entered the cabin! ”

It is estimated that the wormhole will oscillate due to the violent fluctuations in energy when traversing, and in order to prevent anyone from falling into the water, everyone except for the necessary deck personnel to fasten safety ropes and hold their posts, everyone is crowded into the cabin, and then the watertight door is also closed.

"Mr. Wen, let's start!" Mondstadt nervously stood at the helm.

"Okay, let's go."

As the wormhole suspended from the bow of the ship slowly squeezed open by the bow, the huge mirror shimmered with unprecedented light, illuminating a large area of the surrounding sea. The edge of the wormhole is like a firework that scatters the light of energy.

"Hold on." Wen Deji muttered, secretly thinking in his heart that this thing should not explode suddenly, it is still a trivial matter not to go to another time and space, in case of a big explosion of energy, it is estimated that the power will not be much smaller than the atomic bomb.

"Attention boats!" Mondstadt roared, "Shorten the pitch and go through the wormhole at full speed!" All ready to take on the impact! ”

The traversers in the cabin didn't know that there was such a thing outside. They all clutched the fixes around them with a serious face, waiting for the legendary crossing shockwave. Suddenly, the lights flickered wildly, and everyone's faces and hands seemed to have passed through a layer of static electricity, and they were slightly numb. A strange feeling of dizziness came over me.

"Weared!" Someone shouted.

No one echoed him, and many closed their eyes at the moment when the lights flickered.

Not long after the fishing boat at the back of the temple passed through the wormhole, the wormhole channel, which originally reflected the light of the cargo ship like a mirror, suddenly began to glow, expanding from a plane into a sphere that emitted a dazzling glare in just a few seconds, and then ...... Gone! The seawater quickly poured back into the seawater cavity with a diameter of more than 50 meters left by the wormhole, and the seawater rushing down hit together and rushed to the air more than 10 meters high, making a huge drum-like sound, and the fishing boats behind the fleet that left the wormhole more than 100 meters were mercilessly baptized by the 4-5 high waves. Fortunately, the preparation was thorough and there was nothing to lose.

"Ships report status!" Mondstadt shouted over the radio.

"The barge is normal!"

"The landing craft are normal!"

"Fish 1 is normal!"

"Fish 2 is normal!"

"Fishery 3 is normal!"

"Fishing 4 is normal!"

"North America, normal...... Ah, there's an airboat hurrying close to me! ”

The people of the executive committee are all in their hearts, motorboats, where did they come from in the 17th century?

Without waiting for Wen Desi to speak, Xi Yaya had already called Zhao De, the leader of the fishing fleet, on the intercom.

"Lao Zhao, you quickly take someone to the North American ship to support."

"Understood!"

Then the Fengcheng ship turned on two large searchlights, and the snow light suddenly illuminated the sea where night had fallen, and the two ships in the fishing fleet led by Zhao De left the formation, the bow split the waves, and the full speed of one south and one north outflanked the two wings of the sailboat.

The lights lit up the water, and in the telescope he saw the motorboat approaching the North American sailboat, a small sea motorboat with eight passengers—did they wear it too, or did they not wear it at all?

He glanced at the people around him and saw that everyone on the executive committee had a calm face, and it was obvious that they were thinking the same thing.

Almost all of the members of the executive committee are over 30 years old, and they all boast that they have been honed in society for many years, and calmness is the minimum cultivation. But this will gradually lose its breath. The wormhole is gone, and if it hadn't been passed, it wouldn't have been a disaster.

Mondstadt desperately looked around with a telescope, there was no moon on the water, it was pitch black everywhere, only the sea around the ship was brightly lit, which made the darkness around him even deeper.

"I guess it's here." He muttered to himself, suddenly remembered something, and quickly checked the equipment.

"GPS is dead!" He screamed.

The move also alerted others that several people had pulled out their mobile phones -- "searching for signals" -- and that the cell phone signal in the Qiongzhou Strait should be normal.

The radio frequencies were also blank, with only the hissing of the echoes of the current.

"It worked!" The members of the Executive Committee put their coolness aside and cheered.

Since this is the 17th century, it doesn't matter who comes up with the motorboats.

Zhao De's voice came from the radio: "The whole ship has been controlled, and 4 people have been captured." It seems to be a tourist. ”

"Send all the flagships up."

The night was still long, and approaching the shore in the dark was obviously risky. The Executive Committee decided that all ships would anchor underground and wait until dawn before carrying out the landing operation. This is the 17th century, and few ships would have the power to crash and damage them. For safety reasons, the headlights of each ship are turned on to illuminate the surrounding snow. Military crews have already opened a batch of guns from North American sailing ships and distributed them to the ships. Now they have both weapons and men, and they are not afraid of anything.

"Ge Laozi, what are you doing here! Brigand! Pirate! Bum! Great! As soon as Xiao Zishan opened the door, he heard the roar of an old man full of energy.

"Dad, don't shout, you have something to say......" another male voice dissuaded.

"This is the Qiongzhou Strait, not the Red Sea, Somalia! The People's Navy is not a vegetarian! ”

"You gentlemen have something to say, we are ordinary people, not rich people, a family of tourists in Hainan......" This is the voice of a middle-aged and elderly woman.

Xiao Zishan subconsciously pulled the placket and straightened his hat - he was very unaccustomed to wearing uniforms, so he pushed open the hatch and walked in.

It soon figured it out. It turned out that the four people on the motorboat were a family: an old couple and a son and daughter-in-law. The family traveled to Hainan, and the old man had served in the navy for many years in the past, and he was familiar with the troops in this circle of Hainan. I didn't buy a ticket when I crossed the strait, so I borrowed an old motorboat from an old acquaintance in the army, wanting to warm up my old dream of sailing by the way. Unexpectedly, when I was about to reach the port of Bopu, I suddenly encountered a strange storm, and when it calmed down and it was dark on all sides, I saw the ships not far away, and they approached the sailing ship purely to ask for a message - there was no navigation equipment on the motorboat except a compass. As a result, he was inexplicably caught by people on two fishing boats.

"Let's take a break." Xiao Zishan was still smiling, "It's dark outside now, and we'll talk about it when it's dawn." "I thought to myself, how can I say this clearly--people must have escaped from the hospital when I was in peace.

"Will you let us ashore at dawn?" The civil servant-looking son asked, and Xiao Zishan noticed that he kept looking at his beautiful wife throughout the conversation.

"This gentleman, we are really just ordinary people. What's the use of holding us up? The old lady was explaining again, although the matter was very abrupt, and there were several fierce men at the scene holding 5 shotguns, she still explained calmly, and her speech was not chaotic at all, and she looked like a character on the scene.

"Look, I'm not afraid of your jokes, our old man used to be a navy here, and his daughter-in-law was also a policeman. They are still young people, and they can't do this. Our family is just a common person, and we don't want to be heroes, everyone gets off the boat and goes their own way, and the luggage we carry is lost......"

The old lady's words are soft and hard, not bad. It's much better than this son and daughter-in-law. Xiao Zishan still nodded politely and said:

"Let's talk about everything tomorrow." He stood up, "You'll see, it's a new shijie!" ”

Volume 1 Set Sail (End)