Because of the slow speed of fiber pulling, it was past noon when the walnut fleet finally left the sandbar.

The protagonist does not wait for the north wind until night, and after the fleet leaves the sandbar, it is washed downstream about the middle of the river by the current. The fleet did not have sails, and just went with the flow.

The protagonist looks at the terrain of the south bank, which is now a landscape of rolling hills and dense woodland, which looks very dense.

As the saying goes, "every forest enters", and the same is true for ants. Forests mean abundant resources and many creatures, and every forest is indispensable for a large number of indigenous ants and all kinds of fierce insects that dare to fight desperately to protect their territory. Such forests are dangerous and not something to be ventured into.

The protagonist hopes to find a relatively safe place to land and then plan his next route. At this time, the shore environment is not suitable, so even if there is no north wind, the protagonist is not too anxious.

Perhaps subconsciously, he already felt that it was hopeless to contact the main force, and deep down his standards for where to land had changed, but he didn't know it yet.

The sun made a circle in the sky and faded into the back of the fleet, into the forest on the south shore. The moon was in a hurry before the sun set, and in the afternoon there was a white shadow hidden in the blue sky, announcing that night was coming.

The sun will leave for a while, and the moon will eventually gain time to rule the sky.

Although I left the sandbar, at this moment, a lot of mosquito pillars appeared on the shore at dusk, churning at some still water inlets on the shore, like clouds and mist.

The protagonist thinks of the mosquito cake on the sandbank, which tastes good, especially after having coarse salt, smearing a layer of salt water on it and baking it, the taste is indeed not inferior to the hamburger meat of any fast food restaurant in his memory.

At this time, the ants could not catch the mosquitoes, and the fleet quickly swept across the two banks, and the shore scenery and mosquito swarms were constantly left behind, and time was also left behind, and before you knew it, it was completely dark.

The boats stopped moving between them, the cabins were sealed, and the ants retreated into safety for another night of drifting on the water.

- I'm the dividing line -

The protagonist didn't dream this night, and he didn't continue to complain because the hope of contacting the big army became slim, and the adaptability of life is always strong. With new goals and plans, the protagonist has taken the lead in adjusting.

And the main backbone is not chaotic, and the male ants and other worker ants and soldier ants have to rely on. The male ants led by the spade elephant have expressed complete obedience to the protagonist's arrangement, and the ant hearts within the legion have been reunited, which also makes the protagonist feel more at ease.

On May 22nd, early in the morning, the protagonist got up very early today.

When I opened the hatch, the air was still crisp on an early summer morning, and there was no midday heat. The morning air on the river is especially damp, and the mixture of cool and humid air pours into the cabin, which not only makes the protagonist feel excited, but also quickly wakes up the Celestial and other Praetorian Guards on the other side.

The protagonist motions for the Praetorian Guards to climb out without following them, and the Praetorian Guards are still nostalgic for the warm interior and do not follow out, leaving the protagonist with privacy.

At this time, the sky was still deep, and only the hazy morning light pierced through the haze.

The protagonist emerges from the hatch and exits the shield above his head to the railing.

The upper part of the walnut boat is glued with ant silk and wood with a ring of railings, which can give the ants a safe space to move.

The protagonist descends the slanting hull of the ship to the railing, with a pair of forelimbs firmly grasping the railing, and the middle and hind limbs also hooking the rough spots on the hull, fixing themselves in place, and then looking into the distance.

The protagonist can't sleep, so he crawls out to see. The other ships are still moving, and the ants are either asleep or awake and don't want to get out, and only after the messenger sent by the protagonist arrives at the ships to give orders, the ants will start their day's activities.

The protagonist looks into the distance, only to see that the river is shrouded in a thick layer of fog, which is only ten meters away from the shore and cannot be seen, occasionally revealing a dark faint wheel corridor, some of which are trees and some of which are stones.

The morning fog is heavy, and soon a layer of fog beads hangs on the protagonist's body, and he has to wipe his body occasionally to prevent large droplets of water from remaining in the air holes and choking.

In the past few days, the protagonist feels that the surface of the river has been widening, and the river at the temporary camp on the sandbar is at least twice the surface of the river in [Waterfront City]. The river seemed to be wider than the sandbar now, and although the fog interfered with the view, it was now almost impossible to see both banks, and if it were the [Waterfront City] section of the river, such fog would not be enough to prevent the sight from penetrating to the other side.

It was a little cold after standing under the morning fog for a long time, but the protagonist didn't care, and waited until the sun rose again.

When the sunlight penetrates through the fog, the morning fog quickly melts away at a speed visible to the naked eye, like ice and snow meeting flames. The protagonist finally gets to see the scenery around him clearly.

Sure enough, this section of the river is extremely wide, looking like it is thirty or forty meters wide, and even from the perspective of human beings, this river is no longer a stream, but has the qualifications of a river.

On both sides of the river, the river brings valuable water resources, both plants and animals are greedy to enjoy the year-round water resources brought by the river, and thrive.

The fleet travels, the river flows, and I don't know how long it takes, the protagonist pays attention to the abnormality of the river.

Soon, he understood that the great river had reached its end, and another huge but gentle river with a width of more than 100 meters appeared in front of him, and the "big river" was as inconspicuous as the bison next to the elephant.

That river was obviously the main stream of the "Great River", and the so-called "Great River" was just a tributary, and compared with the clear and gentle river in front of it, the "Great River" was not qualified to be called "Big" at all.

The protagonist decides to call this main stream "Qing River"!

The river water flowed into the main stream, and the fleet was quickly carried across the confluence of the river, where it was slightly bumpy, and the route of the fleet changed from the "big river" to the "Qing River".

This is the first time the protagonist has seen a river other than the Great River.

The Qinghe River is so wide, with the protagonist's line of sight, he can't see the details of the north bank at all, even if he climbs the high mast, even if he is closer to the south bank, it is more than 20 meters away, and the north bank is even more than 100 meters away.

The delta at the confluence of the rivers is already in sight, and in the wide waters, the small walnut fleet floats like a leaf in the water!