Early autumn morning.

A gauzy white mist shrouded the water, and the slender figures of the reeds and irises loomed in the mist in the distance, revealing gray-black figures, as if countless giants stood tall on the water, guarding the area.

Lotus flowers and lotus leaves can occasionally be seen on the swamp, the lotus has not yet bloomed and failed at this time, but the decline between the petals has been revealed, and it does not live up to the delicate beauty of half a month ago, and the complexion is a little dark.

The lotus leaves of the lotus flowers are held high in a big way, and some of them are very close to the surface of the water, and even half of them are hanging down like water lilies. It is a shelter for many aquatic insects to spend the night, and some water spiders rest on it, and it can hide from many attacks of heaven and earth.

The marshland in the early morning is peaceful, and there is no danger or cruelty in it. Due to the lack of tall trees, the "squeaking" of cicadas is not heard here, and the symphony of crickets, gnats and mantises, which are most common at night, is rarely heard.

In the early morning, there seems to be only the sound of a gentle wind blowing through the vegetation, and the land is eerily quiet.

But soon, the subtle sound of water broke the tacit calm of the swamp.

The sound of this stream of water is slight and fine, it is not natural aquatic, and it seems to have a fixed direction, it is coming towards this lotus flower, this lotus leaf, the sound is getting closer and louder, and it has stood out from the background noise.

It's not the sound of gurgling water, it's not the sound of waves, it's the sound of something pushing the surface of the water, squeezing, tumbling, and running away in both directions.

The resting water spiders noticed something unusual, and some of them turned to face the direction from which the sound came, trying to see the situation; Some of the timid ones have already jumped off the lotus leaf and are lying on the water, ready to walk away at any time.

Slowly, a large shadow gradually appeared in the pale and blue mist of the early morning, which was extremely large for an insect.

This shadow, with its huge pedestal floating above the water, and the tall wheel gallery that is square from the front, is breaking through the fog little by little, and showing its true face a little bit fearlessly.

This is the protagonist's walnut ship fleet, which is on a mission to transport the third batch of troops and weapons to [Swamp City].

The fleet should have arrived in [Swamp City] by this time, and then was included in the protection of the air defense network before the enemy attacked at dawn. They did set off early at night according to the requirements of the protagonist, and they had to drive carefully along the way, but also rush to sail in time, just to arrive on time.

Unfortunately, not long after entering the swamp from the stream upstream, the walnut fleet was hung by a water weed on a balance beam on the very edge, and it was in a dilemma and could not move.

The commander of the fleet had to let the Bee Riders drag the entire fleet back some distance to untangle the weeds and move on.

The busy bees had to land to rest, recuperate and wait until they finally had to dock before taking off and towing. Now, the walnut fleet can only rely on a weak tailwind to make the final voyage.

The small episode just now was not insignificant, because of this delay, the walnut fleet was delayed for a long time.

Now that the east is white, and the sunrise is just around the corner, the swamps of the day will be both light and dangerous, and the walnut fleet must hurry to a safe destination, and then install an air defense network to protect itself.

The protagonist is looking north from the top of the ant mound in [Swamp City], anxiously waiting.

The fog was too thick, even if [Swamp City] was located in the northern part of the swamp, and there was not much distance from the trapped walnut fleet, on a day with a clear view, he could see everything that happened to the walnut fleet dozens of meters away.

However, today's early autumn fog seems to be light and thin, but the distance of dozens of meters accumulates layer upon layer, and it is woven into a thick felt that cannot be seen through the eyes.

The walnut fleet should have arrived an hour ago, but now there is no news, and the protagonist can't help but be in a hurry.

As a witness to passive defense these days, the protagonist certainly knows how dangerous the day can be. Although there are fewer and fewer parasitic beasts every day because they cannot attack ants, they always remain in the double digits.

As the only batch of reinforcements in more than a month, the protagonist naturally does not want the Walnut Ship fleet to be attacked during the day due to delays and suffer losses.

Previously, the walnut fleet had arrived at night on both occasions, unloading reinforcements and supplies before dawn, and then returning in time.

Now, where is the walnut fleet?

Due to the existence of the air defense network, the Divine Envoy King Legion took the initiative to give up air supremacy, and even the remnants of the Bee Flying Knights could not go out.

In order to find the walnut ship fleet, the protagonist has to have the ants lift a corner of the air defense net fixed to the ground, and let the three flying knights go out and search the north.

But the fog is thick, and it is impossible to see it from half a meter away, and the protagonist has no bottom in his heart whether they can complete the task.

The light from the east has become brighter and brighter, reflecting the mist from a dark blue to a milky white, and the protagonist waits and waits, but he can't see anything, only the occasional sound of the wind, the chirping of insects, and the noise of the side.

Suddenly, the protagonist was in a burst of spirit, and in the tentacles that had been raised high, he heard the sound of the water breaking down, which was the familiar sound of the walnut boat smashing the water, and the protagonist had also been on the boat for a month, so he was very familiar with this sound.

Sure enough, soon the huge silhouette of the sail outfit of the walnut ship fleet appeared to the north.

The protagonist can't help but look up at the southeast, where the rising sun has been imprinted into a golden patch - sunrise.

"Running out of time?" The protagonist unconsciously clenches his front limbs and hooks his feet, like people clenching their fists.

It's dawn, and the parasites will soon be out on their way. But the Walnut Fleet is still a short distance away from [Swamp City], maybe only a dozen meters or even a few meters.

However, in the swamp where the water is calm and the wind is weak, they can't go much faster, even with the help of the bee riders.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! The protagonist watches the walnut fleet approaching little by little, not much faster than a snail. He could already see the details of the first few walnut boats, on which the ants were rushing to the shore; Seeing a large swarm of bees trying to move forward, the flying knight on his back constantly adjusted the direction and attitude of the mount's flight, stretching the ropes under the bees straight, like a group of flying slender men.

But that wasn't enough for the Walnut Ship fleet to arrive in time!

In the distance to the south, there was a dense and noisy sound of flapping wings, and the sound of something streaking across the water.

That's an army of parasites, they're on their way!