I can't figure out the strength of the opponent, and my own strength is insufficient, which is the so-called 'scared wolf with a hemp stick'. Zhou Qingfeng couldn't figure out how many warships the pirates entrenched in Nassau still had, so he could only send an unmanned reconnaissance plane to keep an eye on Nassau's every move, and at the same time the fleet went to Grand Abaco Island north of Nassau.

There is a small port on Big Abaco Island, Mars, and Zhou Qingfeng and others landed at the port in small boats, trying to obtain supplies and information.

The Caribbean Sea is a famous holiday destination, and the island of Gran Abaco is full of bright sunshine, white sandy beaches, and turquoise waters. In the past, tens of thousands of people lived here all year round, but now it is quiet, and even if there are living people, they don't know where to hide and survive.

There was no one in the port area of Mars, and Zhou Qingfeng led the team to find an airport with an earthen runway nearby, and many abandoned small sightseeing planes were found in the hangar. The only fly in the ointment is the lack of fuel.

"We have nothing left now, no staples, no fuel, no hope. Take whatever you want, I can't stop you anyway. "The guard at the airport was an old man with grease on his hands, who seemed to be in charge of ground handling.

"Where are the people on the island?" Zhou Qingfeng wanted to ask about the situation.

"Escaped." The old man shrugged his shoulders, he was a native of the island, who had lived here for generations and lived by the tourists who came and went every year. "Somehow there was a riot, at first people ran towards the United States, but then the Americans ran towards us, like a tidal wave, and soon it became a dead place."

"Do you know what's going on in Nassau? It is said that the place was occupied by a guy named General Santos. He doesn't seem to be short of fuel. Zhou Qingfeng asked again.

"I don't know, we have completely cut off contact with the outside world, and no one cares whether we live or die." The old man on the ground was in a state of complete frustration.

"And what about Miami?"

"I don't know."

"And what do you know?"

"I don't know anything."

The old man stayed in his broken hangar, shaking his head in the face of the problem. Zhou Qingfeng looked at the other party's dull eyes, and said softly after a long time: "My name is Victor. Hugo, I think we can help each other. I guess you must be hungry and should probably have given you some bread. ”

"You still have bread?" As soon as the old man heard that there was something to eat, his eyes were glowing green, and he quickly got up from the rotten sofa where he was sitting and said, "We only have some canned fish, fruits, vegetables, and so on." But the staple food has been cut off for almost two months. ”

"We can trade flour for your fruits and vegetables." Zhou Qingfeng's words almost made the old man kneel down.

The old man shouted into the wooden shed behind the hangar, and a few children ran out. They brought some fruits and the like, but Zhou Qingfeng shook his head and said, "These are too few, we want more." Gather all the people left on your island to work for us, and we will provide flour as a reward. ”

If you shelter on the island, you can find three or four hundred people, all of them old people and children, young and strong, who have gone out to find a way to live. It's just that few people know these days that it's safer to stay on such an isolated island.

Although the island cannot grow food, there are farms that produce fruits and vegetables, as well as plenty of canned food. The fleet exchanged flour for supplies with the people on the island, and a bag of fifty kilograms of flour could be exchanged for half a ton of citrus, which was almost like a robbery. The Aurora's cold storage was quickly filled. And the inhabitants of the island began to cheer as if they had found a way to live.

"Old man, can those planes still work?" Zhou Qingfeng finally set his sights on several abandoned small planes at the airport.

"Of course it works."

"Is there anyone else on the island who can fly these planes?"

"I can, it's easy to fly these little planes, I can fly them if I can drive. We don't have fuel though. ”

"We've got some jet gas, maybe you can teach me."

"You still have gas?!"

After being surprised that Zhou Qingfeng could provide a large amount of flour, the residents of the island were surprised that Zhou Qingfeng had gotten a lot of aviation gasoline. Several Cessna series small planes on the airport were dragged out, and the old man on the ground staff served as instructors to train Zhou Qingfeng and others to act as pilots.

The small aircraft of the Cessna series are indeed very easy to fly, safe, reliable and relatively comfortable. Zhou Qingfeng learned the fastest, and he was almost able to drive independently in three days. The first thing he had to do was to get to the bottom of the situation near Big Abaco.

First Nassau, then the Bahamas, then Miami, in short, the cataclysm is almost three months old, social order has been restored, and human life can be said to be orderly in chaos. However, when Zhou Qingfeng was exploring the surrounding situation, he also found that there was also a small plane running over Big Abaco Island, as if he was looking for something.

Both were monoplane piston propeller planes, and during the pilot, the plane even approached Zhou Qingfeng's Cessna and pulled the trigger at him.

“Fuck！ What does this* want to do? "Zhou Qingfeng's learning ability is extremely strong, but his flying level is still relatively trendy for the time being. He had recently taken to the skies for two days in a row to reconnoiter the perimeter, and on both occasions encountered this hostile small plane.

Especially in the second encounter, this small Beechcraft plane with a single wing actually fired tom-tom under the nose, and large-caliber bullets whizzed and flew. This firepower frightened Zhou Qingfeng on the spot and ran towards the sea. But the other party chased down from the sky directly.

"Damn, I'm not a fighter pilot!" Zhou Qingfeng's hairs stood on end on the spot, the machine gun bullets shot a splashing waterline on the sea, and the 'Beechcraft' quickly approached the 'Cessna' piloted by Zhou Qingfeng, and it was about to kill him alive in the cabin.

At the critical moment, Zhou Qingfeng could only fly the plane into the sea, use his strong body to withstand the impact of hitting the sea surface at high speed, and then quickly burst the glass cover of the cockpit and escaped from the plane.

And when Zhou Qingfeng was still in the seawater, the 'Beechcraft' in the sky still didn't let him go, and the whizzing bullets repeatedly shot out of the seawater, and he didn't leave until he couldn't see any signs of survival.

And Zhou Qingfeng held his breath in the sea water for two minutes, watching the Cessna he was driving sink into the dark and deep ocean. After waiting for his opponent to leave, he emerged from the sea and called for support on his waterproof individual radio.

And the 'Beechcraft' swaggered back to the airport in Nassau, and before he landed, he reported his results to the airport on the radio, "The two big ships of the other side have been found, tell General Santos that he can send a fleet to launch a surprise attack."

And I shot down an enemy reconnaissance plane today, and the opposing pilot fell into the water and sank into the sea. I think you can get the paint ready and paint a battle mark icon on my plane. ”

Immediately there was a burst of cheers on the airfield radio, shouting loudly for the achievements of their pilots. (To be continued.) )