The breeze was blowing, and seabirds were flying overhead.

It let out a chirping sound, which provoked Song Yingsheng on the deck to look up.

In the eyes, the sky suddenly appeared, and the sunset slowly fell into the sea in a dim environment.

It was apparently the end of another day, and the ships intended to take advantage of the cover of night to escape from Dunkirk.

Just a few dozen minutes later, there was a sound of setting sail, and the officer in a dark blue military uniform watched the sailing ship from afar, hoping that it would successfully complete its mission.

Also thinking about it were more than 400 wounded soldiers and medical personnel on board.

They huddled together in the medium-sized boat, hoping that everything would go smoothly.

Song Yingsheng sat on the deck and felt sleepy.

Although this is in the dungeon, the dungeon still has real-world rules, and people will be sleepy.

Yesterday, Song Yingsheng had been listening to Stuka's constant bombardment, and he didn't sleep long at all.

As a result, he, even on the deck as hard as metal, would almost fall asleep.

But at this moment, suddenly a young lady in a nurse's uniform came over and shouted to the soldiers on the deck:

"You can come in the cabin and eat, and there is hot tea in it, and a few pieces of bread!"

Most of the soldiers, too, swarmed up, stood up one after another, walked briskly to the cabin, and under human control, barely went down from the deck in an orderly manner.

As for Song Yingsheng, he was not so anxious, mainly because he could barely hold on with Coke, and there was not so much need to eat.

However, if he had a cup of hot tea and a loaf of bread, it seemed to be quite good in this evening temperature, which made him choose to follow him into the cabin.

Before leaving, he looked at the deck and found that there was still a person left on it, Song Yingsheng didn't pay much attention to it, so he continued.

When you arrive at the cabin, it is extremely crowded, a bit like the situation of some popular attractions during the peak tourist season.

Song Yingsheng only felt that it became difficult for him to even walk, and began to regret why he came down.

He actually has a bit of a phobia of confinement, and he is afraid of living in such a place, after all, if there is an accident, he can't even run.

Moreover, this kind of squeezing always makes people feel that they don't have their own space, but he endured it, and after getting a piece of bread with strawberry jam, he ate it with this hot tea.

The taste is nothing special, it's just that it becomes more delicious when you are hungry.

Song Yingsheng looked around, and many people began to chat, chatting about the girls in their hometowns, their own experiences, and so on.

They may not know each other, but as human beings, they often need to communicate.

For example, a young man next to Song Yingsheng took the initiative to talk to him:

"Where are you? I'm from Beckland. ”

"Manchester." Song Yingsheng casually said a city.

"No wonder, your accent is over there." The young man suddenly realized that although the voice he heard was actually systematically translated, that is, as long as Song Yingsheng wanted to, he could even speak with an Irish accent.

But if that's the case, most of the people on the other side won't understand, Song Yingsheng smiled and responded: "Your accent is also quite Beckland's." ”

"Of course." The young man seemed proud of his accent: "We speak in the tone that is closest to royalty, unlike those in the countryside...... Oh I mean, I'm talking about Liverpool, you know, those hillbillies, talking weirdly. ”

"Yes, I understand." Song Yingsheng still responded casually, in fact, he didn't understand the various regional discrimination in China where the sun never sets.

In his mind, this should be like those things that say stealing manhole covers, selling cakes and the like, which belongs to a kind of forced label, and no country can avoid it.

And the young man, one of them, became more and more excited as he spoke, and even scolded his allies, Gaul, about how they were self-righteous, and commented on the nouveau riche of the free country, just like the keyboard warriors decades later.

That Song Yingsheng had no choice but to listen silently, at most occasionally give a response, in fact, he didn't really want to stay here, but the door of the cabin seemed to be closed, so he had no choice but to endure it here a little more, listening to the young man constantly BB there.

"You know what? O Gaul, it is strange that he is now our ally, for for the past few hundred years he has been our enemy, but the Germans with whom we are now fighting, used to be more friendly with us, which is also very strange. The young man continued to talk: "It's the hairy bear country, their route is already strange, and it is actually ........"

Halfway through speaking, the young man suddenly stopped talking.

Because both he and Song Yingsheng suddenly heard the sound of shaking the mountains for a while.

Accompanied by it, the cabin shook violently, and the hot tea that Song Yingsheng hadn't finished drinking actually fell directly to the ground, slightly scalded, Song Yingsheng's right hand.

But he didn't mind the pain anymore, and hurriedly grabbed the nearby pillar to keep himself from falling.

And in the next moment, I saw that the lights in the cabin were actually turned off collectively.

The cabin, which was bright and noisy just now, instantly turned into a dark, helpless cabin.

Song Yingsheng couldn't see anything, which made his hermetic phobia completely attack.

The only thing that could be felt was what appeared to be an explosion somewhere in the cabin, and a large amount of seawater rushed in.

They began to invade the space inside, drowning Song Yingsheng and the others inside.

He could hear that the young man next to him was constantly struggling, but the strong water pressure kept pushing them aside, and there was no chance of leaving.

"I don't want to die......" shouted the young man next to him in despair.

But even so, Song Yingsheng also said that he couldn't help, because he couldn't breathe anymore, so he could only hold his breath, trying to come up with a way in an extremely helpless environment.

But what can be done? It was difficult for him to think calmly, and he had no chance of breaking out of the cabin, and in the end he wasted a lot of golden time, even if he tried to swim out many times, he was defeated by the power of the sea.

With 130 seconds of breath-holding time, he drowned in it.

The ridicule of the system suddenly appeared.

[You who survived the invaders, but you died like this? 】

[You have completed Escape to Britain Dungeon Ending 2: It wasn't the torpedo that killed you, but the sea.] 】

[Get 30 Plot Coins!] 】

[By defeating the invaders, you will receive an additional 200 Plot Coins!] 】

[Get a Guardian Banner!] 】

[The current plot coins are: 427]

This was the end of the discourse, and Song Yingsheng returned to the museum.

He was speechless, he really drowned, I shouldn't have gotten on the boat........

It's too stupid, who would have thought that he was so unlucky that the ship was torpedoed!!

Outrageous, first bombed, and then torpedoed, will it be repeated by land, sea and air?

The only consolation is that after defeating that Liu Qingzhi, the reward he got was not bad, which made him not so sad.

Forget it, let's take a look at that reward item first, and see what kind of guardian flag it is, what it is......