Another morning, when an old monk in a monk's robe held a beautiful little axe, he sat on the side of the roadside door to chop wood.

Han Youshan was very ashamed when he went out and saw it, and wanted to say that this kind of physical work should be done by himself, but he took a closer look and found that the master was very easy. Countless times easier than him.

In short, I didn't see how hard the old man was, and when he raised his axe and fell, the firewood was smoothly split, and the petals were not evenly proportioned.

The time difference is more than ten hours, on the other side of the ocean, it is night at this time.

The 10,000-ton freighter is in a huge storm, fluttering and undulating, and the black waves are surging, two or three stories high, smashing towards the hull again and again.

"Go back, don't stand on deck, don't worry about anything, go back to the cabin. The captain ran in the wind and rain, shouting loudly, and drove the crew back into the cabin.

"Give me the rudder, and you will go down too...... Go down, don't worry. ”

Except for the captain and two or three people beside him, even the people in the cockpit were driven down.

The storm was big. Naturally, 10,000-ton ships are not so easy to fall, and there may be some injuries to the crew or damage to the cargo. But since the crew ate this mouthful of food, they had no intention of backing down.

"What is he doing, Captain?"

"yes, even if he's kind, tsk, maybe something will happen!"

"But no, just a few of them, can they handle it......"

The crew in the cabin could clearly feel the freighter tilting and swaying in the sea, most of them were old sailors, familiar with the swelling of the currents, this was a big storm.

It's just shaking, shaking...... Worried.

"Hey, did you notice anything wrong on the ground?" asked the little crew member suddenly.

The crew members who were all gathered together turned their heads, "What?!"

"The waves didn't come down. I mean, the waves didn't come down!" the crew shouted vigorously the first time.

All of them were reminded at once, and then they recalled, and found that it was.

They could clearly feel the fierce and majestic surge of the current just now, but the follow-up of this step, the feeling of the huge waves crashing on the hull of the boat, the feeling of the ship being smashed, never appeared.

It's weird......

"Why?!"

"I don't know. ”

"Go up and have a look?"

"Don't, don't go! ”

Thinking of those guests with special temperaments, and thinking of the sound of heavy iron like footsteps that he heard by chance a few days ago, the old crew opened his mouth to stop it seriously.

I just silently thought in my heart: This world really doesn't seem to be that simple.

At the same time, on deck, the last of the waves cracked in the middle of its rush to the hull, and the force of the impact reversed it to block the volley, split in both directions, and then fell back to the surface.

Almost overnight, the cargo ship was out of the storm zone.

Just as the sky began to light up.

There was a feeling of sudden enlightenment in his chest, which was quite breathable, Han Qingyu stood at the bow of the boat and looked at it, turned off the device, and put the war knife back into the wooden box.

On the side, Wu Yi also put away the sick lonely gun, and the iron armor was washed bright by the seawater.

"How are you feeling recovering?!" Wen Jifei stepped forward and asked.

"No, it's still not fully recovered. In northern dialect, Han Qingyu turned his head and asked, "What about you?"

Wu Yi looked at him and shook his head.

Wen Jifei's brows furrowed, "Then what should I do?" Captain said that it would be there tomorrow night. Why don't we continue to drift on the sea for a few more days?"

"A few days is enough?!" he asked, turning his head to Zhe Qiuhong on the side.

Zhi Qiuhong looked at him, "I don't know." ”

"You don't know? Didn't you say that you can resume at the end of the trip?"

"Well, so it's just an estimate. I've never been in a situation like them before, and I don't know much about them. Zhe Qiuhong replied blandly.

Wen Jifei: "......"

It wasn't until it was certain that their discussion was over that the captain came out of the cockpit.

The strength shown by these people in front of him was too terrifying, and he wanted to ask in his heart, but he didn't dare to ask and couldn't ask, he said, "Now let's ......"

"Just keep going, let's get to the place and say goodbye, let's get off the boat first. Thank you, Captain Ling. ”

After Han Qingyu finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at the storm area, where the surge was still fierce.

............

The chef was informed that he could start preparing for cooking, and when the crew went back to the deck to clean up, they could turn their heads and see the backs of Han Qingyu and Wu Yi who were at the end, the two of them were soaking wet with wooden boxes in their hands, and they were going back to the cabin.

"They, the wave, won't be ......"

"Shhhh Don't guess! Don't look, don't look!" the old crew grabbed the young companion with all his might, and then took all the crew back with open hands, and dragged them all away.

In the cabin, Han Qingyu changed his clothes, and the strong feeling of exhaustion after the simulated battle with the waves made him very uncomfortable, "Am I so weak now?" asked others not to call him for breakfast, Han Qingyu lay down and continued to sleep.

I had no choice but to sleep, and then "molt, please, molt quickly......"

The freighter that left the storm zone was still wobbly.

However, Han Qingyu fell asleep quickly, he slept very hard, and when he woke up, it was almost time to get off the boat.

This end of the voyage has lasted more than 20 days.

In fact, in the past 20 days, a lot has happened in this world.

One day, Mila happened to see Hua Shuai on the night street of the small town where the Azure Military Academy was located in Xiong Zhanli, probably Hua Shuai, Mila had only seen him from a distance before.

He seemed to be injured. But as she prepares to pass, the figure disappears into the crowd.

It is almost no secret that the situation in Xiong Zhanli is dire, and it is almost no secret that one of the important factions of the relevant front army is preparing to break away from the blue.

Liu Yiwu lost his temper at the scene of the alliance meeting and scolded loudly. Given that he once scolded Red Shoulders to death at the top of Xilang Peak, no one at the scene said anything.

Ashilia and Ian and a group of reporters were waiting at the door, wanting to interview such a Chinese Asian front general, but Commander Liu left angrily after coming out.

Alphonse has been at odds with Teal lately, threatening to consider quitting Teal if the unilateral investigation continues.

The Azure Research Headquarters had already dismantled the big pointed main ship on Peak Sunny two months ago, and now they have built the first source power engine, of course, it is only a simulation attempt for the time being, and it cannot really be used on the spaceship.

Teal began to imitate ships, though death was scarce.

A few days later, the word "reserve" in front of the reserve air combat units of all armies was removed.

A large spiked swarm of over 300 large spikes landed in Antarctica due to another failure of the super defense stations on the side of the Refusers. Someone died there, someone there had a brilliant record.

The fleet that went to reinforce and kill was attacked by forces suspected of being Snow Lotus on the way.

......

When all this happened, Han Qingyu fell asleep quietly in the shaking of the waves.

The world seems to be gradually irrelevant to him, and even if many people remember and miss his name, the glorious and legendary stories of the past year really seem to be in the past.

There were also attempts to imagine and expect that Major The Qing would suddenly appear in the bloody battle of Antarctica, or on the glacier, as he had done in the past, but no, he seemed to have really disappeared forever.

It was the end of February 1992.

The city of injustice has no walls.

The wind always blows in the wasteland, and the broken pages of paper whirl and roll in the dark streets.

There are few pedestrians on the streets in the early hours of the morning, and the night in this city of exile is always accompanied by silent killings.

But the bars in the distance are still noisy.

A group of drunken men and women walked by and smashed bottles on the ground.

Ao Yong's somewhat thin figure stood in the shadows, and when he waited for someone to walk away, he swept away the broken glass in silence, emptied the garbage in the garbage hopper onto the garbage truck, and turned back to shout to another figure in the distance: "Brother Daofeng, it seems that we should go." ”

Qian Daofeng is actually two years older than Ao Yong, 21...... Raising his hand, he looked at the Chinese steel chain watch on his wrist, he turned around and said, "Okay." ”

Qian Daofeng ran a few steps with the garbage hopper and broom, and also emptied the garbage in the garbage hopper into the car, saying, "Then let's get in the car, hurry up." ”

Entrusted by someone, they were going to pick up a few people outside the city tonight, and a few Chinese people they didn't know had probably fled.

It's not the first time, maybe a dozen or twenty times.

This kind of thing is very common in unrighteous cities, just like newcomers who go out to work in their hometowns will always find fellow villagers to take them around, even if the villagers are actually not good in the city.