My mouth was very thirsty, which made me very uncomfortable, maybe this was my first instinct after I woke up, a very rhythmic thumping sound still echoed around me, and the seemingly peaceful waves smashed on my body like a hammer deliberately let me practice the mastery of "crushing boulders in the chest" with one hand.

Theoretically, I probably passed out in that shipwreck and then woke up to the damn sun and the big waves, but I don't know how long I passed out on this beach.

I'm still conscious, I'm still alive, it's better than anything else, I can still see the sun, although it is glaring to me now, but after all, it shines the sea warmly, and I didn't freeze to death in this shipwreck.

Thinking back to last night's experience, I have to say that my life is very big.

My name is Wu Luoyin, one of the many major staff officers in the South China Sea Fleet, I grew up in the courtyard when I was a child, and I played such a high-quality mouth, and accompanied by the leather whip of our old military commander's father, I have trained a body of steel and iron bones, of course, how bumpy the fate is, this father later even tore my college entrance examination volunteer with his own hands, and directly sent me to the military school.

Well, it doesn't seem like the time to think about it.

I can get to this beach, thanks to the "Zheng He", so what kind of "military-civilian cooperation to go to the ocean" in the province of Yang'er, can you pick a good boat? I built a big ship and said that it was to imitate the Zheng He who crossed the ocean in the Ming Dynasty, a big guy with a length of 110 meters, I didn't even know that the bottom of the ship was waxed or not, and I was sent to "cooperate" by the military region, and before I woke up, I posed to take pictures with a bunch of middle-aged and elderly leaders whose hair was already very "thin" and boarded the ship, and then hurriedly launched the sea trial in the resonance of the salute.

The waves of the East China Sea are 2.5 meters high, and this kind of cargo is firmly slapped on the sea, the engine is flooded, the sealing warehouse plate is not tightly sealed, the water at the bottom of the ship is whirring upwards like a fountain, and none of the nearby ships contacted by radio can have emergency rescue capabilities, and the base is shouting three words "helicopter", but I understand that this sea area is not within the radius of the helicopter at all.

God can always be "empathetic", just when we heard the rescue ship sent by the base only 16 nautical miles away from us, the wind and clouds suddenly changed, first a few huge waves washed away our only two life rafts, and then, the left string obviously heard a crack, this sound is very special, this is not the experience I have accumulated in the Navy in the past few years, after all, in the service of these years I have not had the opportunity to hear the big noise before the sinking ship~, this sound is completely the "click" loud sound of the sudden break of the beam in the people's house, It was deafening, and then I was surrounded by a group of people, running to the deck with a pipe in my mouth and blowing on my inflatable life jacket.

Speaking of which, this process seems to be a long time, but in fact, this killing of a thousand knives is simply a big lead ball floating on the sea, and in an instant, it has become a conventional power submarine and turned out a series of huge white bubbles, and it is no longer below the sea surface.

The suction force generated by the huge waves on the sea surface and the appearance of the goods that have sunk to the bottom of the sea make me like a kite with a broken string being torn apart by them in the sea at will, and I can't see anyone else in the dark water, giving up the struggle used to be my momentary thought, but I understand very well that today, it may be the last day of my "Wu Luoyin" in the world, but unfortunately I haven't met yet, I don't know what it's called, and I don't know who my mother-in-law is, and I don't even know his man's name and become a widow.

At this moment of confusion, I could feel a huge force under me lifting me up, and although I didn't know who was saving me, I knew that it would not be a person, because people would not have so much strength, nor would they have so much ability to lift me, a person who had fallen into a faint state, to the surface of the sea.

Fortunately, no matter who or what saved me last night, I am still alive, and now I can land close to the land, and I can still see the sun, I want to thank all the gods I can be grateful for, whether you are God, Jesus or Shakyamuni, you can, I will look back and see you every week like my grandson, worship one by one, and never distinguish who contributes more and who contributes less, without discrimination.

Now I finally believe that when a person like me can escape death, that kind of relaxed and ecstatic mood cannot be accurately expressed in human language, and I can suddenly understand that when a criminal is put on an electric shock hood, even if he is told that in fact you have been wronged and you are not guilty, the criminal will still be bloody and out of his soul.

I tried hard to paddle the sand with my hands, my elbows were like crab legs with the knees and feet, trying to get myself out of the sea by the sea, the warm sunlight made me quickly recover some strength, the long-term soaking in the sea water made my skin appear a large area of edema, but it doesn't seem to be edema, I can't say it, I've never seen my skin like this, it seems to be a little transparent, transparent enough to see the bright red flesh and blood under my skin, and a little blue, so blue that I keep looking up at the sky, Let's see if the light is refracted on the blue sea and hits my skin to give it this strange sensory effect.

Watch the rolling waves, the coming and going of the tide, the ups and downs of the sea, and the sparkling of the sun;

The sea became gentle and tranquil, and under the sun, it shimmered with a vast red light;

The sand at the bottom of the water is as white and fragrant as milk, the seaweed has the color of spring grass, and the various shellfish emit bursts of luster, each of which is just a music box, and there is a slight melody between opening and closing.

Obviously, although I survived, it was easy to see that this was not a beach on any continent, and the oval beach seemed to allow me to see the reefs on the other side of the beach, and the trees behind me were by no means any kind of random kind that I was used to, or rather, I didn't know them, and they didn't know me as an alien species, maybe, God rescued me from a desperate situation, and his old man's purpose may have been to throw me in another desperate situation.

Or, there is another possibility, is this a TV station that is engaged in some wilderness survival? Is the beach full of cameras? And then look at me like a two-hundred-and-five, crawling a few steps east and west like a dog on the beach?

Of course, the second thought was slowly dispelled by me in the next few days, well, I admit it made me desperate, in fact, I would rather do some kind of live broadcast on TV, even if it was to treat me like a dog and watch me pee on one leg from tree to tree pit and smell, even if this is the case. Unfortunately, I couldn't find any of the cameras, nor did I find any traces of hope that gave me hope.

But this was something that would only be proven in a few days, and now I seemed to have seen my broken body and bones after starvation or devouring by wild beasts. I had nothing on me except a dagger and a box of cigarettes that I hadn't had time to unpack.

It made me worried, and even for a few hours, I spent all the calories I had saved up my hard-earned energy, running around on the beach, taking advantage of the fammer and fainter daylight, like a child thrown into a magic box, looking for a chance to survive. When night fell, I always thought that those beasts with shiny eyes were looking for food at night, and it made me feel even more worried about white sweat, if, I mean, if there were really beasts, rabbits or something might not be beasts, even if it was a wild boar, trying to kill me now, it was just a matter of snorting twice, not to mention those things with fangs in their mouths.

Near the beach, not far away, I should have only moved a few dozen steps, there is a very thick tree, at a glance, it seems to be the kind of big banyan tree we commonly see, the branches and leaves are very prosperous, it is a kind of tree with the size of a palm, layered, densely covered everything under me, I have only one idea at the moment, climb up, how to climb up, first hide in the tree for the night, tomorrow at dawn and then think about how to die, but tonight, I have to survive.

But at this moment, a loud crisp sound once again pushed my already very tense nerves to the limit, and the sound came from the depths of this land, and it was very special to me, this sound, wasn't this the wail of the "Zheng He" when the left string broke on the sea?