"Ang~" A deafening sound like a bell spurted into the rain from the cracked mouth of a flying dragon, and the heat turned into a cloud of white smoke, which slowly drifted away with the wind under the hazy rain and fog.

Like a huge locust sucking on the wall of a tall building, the tail flew all the way to the side of the river with the torn bricks, its actions did not affect the interest of other similar hunting in the slightest, human beings will take it for granted that this weather is suitable for hiding their own figure to go out to find supplies, insects will no longer think alone, the instinct of predation also allows them to master the law of hunting in the same weather again and again.

The lone xenosaurus flapped its wings across the river, and even though it was one of the few insects in the swarm that was not afraid of rain, its instinct was still careful to maintain its height in the face of the vast and deep river.

The mutant's keen genes allow it to sense the smell of food, although it seems that its olfactory organs do not sense the actual taste.

The dragon's head, which was covered with huge barbs, looked at the water as thick as ink, and after letting out an unwilling hiss, the alien dragon Huo Ran flapped its wings vigorously and flew towards the sky with all its might.

Its natural fear of turbulent currents eventually forced it to give up on the genetic impulse to find out, and the beast's instinct was to quickly forget what it had just thought, and if it rained a little harder, they would have to give up the hunt and return to a clear spot on the clouds.

Most of the time, though, they choose to break open the doors of some buildings, find a dry place to shake off the droplets of water, and wait for the smell of food wafting through the humid air.

Beneath the river, a narrow black shadow glides down the current towards the open sea, and occasionally a string of tiny and fine bubbles floats onto the surface of the river, and before the strong wind blows, the sharp raindrops make them reintegrate with the river.

Qin Fenggang took his eyes off the red object on the screen, which was the thermal imaging that showed that something had just appeared on the surface of the river, and according to the comparison of the heat map in the database, it could basically be judged to be an alien dragon.

As an ocean-going submarine, navigating the river is a very risky act, and the unique shape of the Akula allows it to be operated by a group of skilled crew without fear of the threat of grounding, but it also has to be infinitely close to the surface to ensure that the belly of the boat is safe enough to leave a safe distance from the bottom of the river. The consequence of this is not only that the shadow under the water may be visible from the surface of the river, but also that the propellers of the submarine cannot be pushed forward at full power, but can only rotate slowly at the lowest speed, carefully keeping the heavy hull along the current and moving smoothly towards the sea.

It's an act of dancing on the tip of a knife, but when the whole world is on the tip of a knife, these adventures don't matter.

"Fifteen minutes into the offshore fault, where we were able to dive to a depth of 50 metres below sea level." The captain of the submarine, who was standing beside Qin Feng, explained to him the navigation chart, they were about to cross the most dangerous section, and the sea was the home of the submarine.

The K-1 Akula attack submarine was piloted by a group of skilled and experienced crews, and the captain was only 32-year-old Alic Vorstrykau, a member of the original "Red Sea Wolf Pack", who was still tightly choking the choke point of the sea transportation line to Britain under the endless anti-submarine attacks of the Allies.

Before reaching the sea, the submarine was in a tense combat state, and the two RU-7 lightweight torpedo tubes had been filled, just waiting to blast away all obstacles in front of it in the event of an emergency.

Because he was underwater, Qin Feng was full of confidence that he would be able to escape even after being discovered by the alien insects, but confidence did not mean that he was really willing to encounter it, after all, if his whereabouts were exposed, their way back would be cut off.

"A fault line has been reached." Alec's steady voice came, his hands tightly gripping the armrests above his head, and the whole person leaned forward.

With the concerted efforts of a group of crews, the sinking of the submarine became extremely slow in this transition period, and finally slipped into the fault without making waves.

Expressing his appreciation for the captain's superb command and coordination and scheduling, Qin Feng left the dizzying command room, the Soviet submarine was really durable because of its simplicity, and all the indices were represented by the most primitive circular compass, which also made the entire command room look like a clock exhibition hall while avoiding the problems caused by system integration.

Qin Feng felt that it was no wonder that the Soviet submarine commanders were able to navigate the intricate anti-submarine network with ease, no matter how complex it was compared to the submarine command room, right?

Any submarine that uses torpedoes as its primary means of attack will make good use of every minute of space to stock up on more ammunition to be able to destroy as many enemies as possible on its long ocean voyages. Akula is no exception, but unlike the mainstream submarines in the world today, its first half has been transversely widened, which allows its powerful and equally thick torpedoes to be densely stacked behind the launch tube, and the entire middle section of the submarine can be rowed as the crew's activity space, which makes its internal compartment not as crowded as imagined, and also makes its appearance more like a space battleship floating in space than a deep-sea submarine floating in water.

The command room is directly in front of the tower-shaped bulge in the middle section, and the captain's room is in the middle. Naturally, submarines do not have the extra space to set up beds to accommodate additional boarders like surface ships, and these loyal subordinates will not let the Supreme Commander squeeze into a mere bunk.

So, after visiting the living environment of ordinary boaters and finding that it was far more comfortable than he imagined, Qin Feng stayed in the captain's lounge without too much guilt. In fact, no matter how guilty he is, it doesn't help, the marine combat unit is a hierarchical place, if Qin Feng refuses to live in it, the captain's room will only be empty during this trip, and if he squeezes the bed with ordinary officers and soldiers, those soldiers dare to close their eyes, and whether they can fall asleep is still a matter of words.

Covered with soft futon, Qin Feng lay on a wire bed that was not much bigger than the collective bed in the university dormitory. There is an emergency protocol posted on the low ceiling, so that people will always unconsciously open their eyes to look twice before going to bed.

The futon was changed by the intelligence staff officers themselves before departure, and the long trip was a major event, and they discussed all aspects of the Supreme Commander's travel in private and came up with a set of regulations, which were originally arranged for Daxia to accompany him, but in the end, Wang Ba and Nikilai were two combatants who played the role of followers. It is forbidden to carry women when the submarine is on a long voyage, this regulation Qin Feng has no intention of revising it after understanding the historical origin, the strict law itself has its reason for existence, the person who invented these rules and regulations will never be without trouble, and behind every unquestionable regulation is the deliberate thought that has been repeated over and over again.