The sky and the earth were pitch black, the dark clouds were tightly covered above, and the waves more than ten feet high were swept by the strong wind, which surged them to emerge continuously, and soon fell down and pushed the ship in an unknown direction. In the waves of the North Atlantic, the steel battleship, which had been damaged by a torpedo, was indistinguishable from a small sampan, both of which were extremely small. The ship was surrounded by mist, obscuring the crew's view, and the captured German sailors had to do in vain to drain the water while being reprimanded by their American counterparts.

Black Tarbert is the leader of the American sailors, and he is said to be a leader, but in fact he is just a rookie in the navy, he was sent to the battlefield after only one year of training, and he only completed three escort missions this time, and his companions are similar.

Not long ago, their convoy recklessly broke into the encirclement of the Germans, except for a few transport ships that turned around and fled when the opportunity was not good, almost all the warships were destroyed, their ships were also beaten to pieces, shells fell on the deck one after another, and the ammunition exploded almost the whole ship into two parts, Tarbert originally thought that he was going to hang, but he did not expect to miraculously escape a small life, and after being rescued by the commander of the 6th Army on the same ship, he captured a German ship in a daze.

Now he and his seven remaining companions were the survivors of the hapless fleet, and there were only nine of them plus the Commander. But on this captured ship, they were the victorious side.

Walking along the deck into the cabin, two angry companions were punching and kicking a German who had fallen to the ground, having lost so many friends and wounded himself that it was impossible not to take out his anger on the German.

Tarbert understood this, and so did the commander of the 6 Army, so no one stopped them, but simply locked the redundant Germans in the cabin, and the remaining weak soldiers were singled out and monitored by the Americans in turn to carry out the necessary operations.

I said. Tarbert couldn't help but frown when he saw the two acquaintances kicking and beating like crazy. "You'd better calm down and don't mess up the task assigned by the chief."

His words sobered up the two Americans for a moment, thinking of the superintendent's miraculous appearance, and they couldn't help but swallow their saliva and obediently stood back in place.

"It's a shame." Tarbert muttered to himself, patrolling the passageway, the few important positions that were guarded by his own people, although they were not even more than a squad, and there was really not much they could do. But the Germans were bare-handed, their strength was equally weakened, more than half of the three hundred men died after the naval battle, and many more were killed and wounded in the ship-taking attack personally launched by Commander Eric, and now there are only a few hundred left, and now there are only about twenty of these guys still working in important places such as boiler rooms, and if they dare to make a move, the weapons behind them will immediately make them miserable.

Perhaps it was because of the shock on the original destroyer. Tarbert, like the others, could not remember the details of the operation, except that they quietly approached the damaged German ship, and then the commander jumped to the opposite side like a pirate in the Age of Discovery, and so many Germans were suppressed by him alone. Timid as frightened as a flock of quails, all kinds of small arms shot desperately, but even the commander did not scratch the oily skin at all, and then he could only honestly hand over the control of the ship.

This experience. It's a miracle, and Tarbert can't figure out how he was instigated by his boss to do such a crazy thing in the first place, but he finally won instead of being slaughtered by the other party. If he survives until he retires from the army, he must find a way to write a war memoir and let the world know how Mr. Tarbert captured a German battleship with nine men who survived the war.

Thinking all the way, Tarbert walked to the officer's cabin - the reason why the officer was not in the captain's room was because it had been completely wiped out by the American gunfire, so this officer's cabin on the first platform deck at the front of the hull became his temporary station, although it was not as luxurious and comfortable as the captain's room, but the furnishings were significantly higher than the sailor's cabin and the sergeant's cabin, in addition to bunk beds and office equipment, there were ventilation fans and lights, which could be used as a temporary office for officers.

Now the miraculous chief is there.

"Ensign." Tarbert saluted as soon as he entered, and he did it with sincerity, not only because of the bravery of the chief, but also because he saved his own lives and the lives of his brothers.

"Relax, Tarbert." Awarded the rank of 6 Corps as a civilian soldier, Second Lieutenant Eric was squinting at the window and not knowing what he was looking at. "It's not a barracks now, I like people to call me by my name, not ensign or whatever, tell me, how is our ship doing now?"

"Our men and the Germans formed a temporary damage management team, and basically confirmed the situation of the ship, although it will not sink for the time being, it is impossible to operate normally." Despite what his boss said, Tarbert was meticulous in telling the situation.

The American sailors were all from the grassroots, no one knew how to manipulate the rudder and sonar, and even the observation was very reluctant, all they could do was to spy on the German technical soldiers, or go to the kitchen to cook a simple meal. Unless all the detained Germans are released, they can only passively wait for God's guidance, but it is obviously impossible to lock the Germans in and release them again.

Fortunately, Eric had his own way, and although he didn't say it explicitly, an inexplicable confidence prevented Tarbert from continuing to worry.

"Don't worry, we will definitely set foot on the 6 places before the supplies are exhausted, for now I just need you to control the prisoners, use them in groups, unless you are allowed to talk to each other, the violators will be punished but in moderation, and those who do not listen to the advice three times in a row will be killed immediately. The locked people are given only one meal a day, the workers are given two meals, and the table is good for three meals, which creates some small differences between them that are conducive to our differentiation. I don't expect them to really help us, just do the basic tasks and don't let the losses continue to grow. ”

He said the important things one by one, and Tarbert took it to heart. It didn't have to be so careful, but these people didn't have much management experience, and Eric had to think more about them.

After the assignment was completed, Tarbert left the officer's cabin, where he was to replace another group and take turns resting.

Now only Eric himself is left in this small space, there is no noisy camp outside, there are no idle people who come to knock on the door at any time, etc., and it is impossible for other warships to suddenly appear in the wind and rain, which is very conducive to doing something undisturbed. He pondered quietly for a moment, and called out two glazed-eyed Germans with weapons in their hands from the next room.

"Watch the door, anyone who breaks in without permission, you will kill him."

At the sound of the command, two Germans stood by the door, one on the left and one on the right. Eric walked over to the cell where they had been hiding, manipulating useless metal into a wall, sealing the entire door tightly before taking out the serum he had asked for from Dr. Erskine, the glass jar under the silver cap contained blue potions that could strengthen the bodies of ordinary people.

According to the doctor's description, after infusion of a huge amount of vitamins, the main muscle tissue is injected with serum, which can immediately induce changes in the cells, and then in order to promote growth, the object will be soaked with vita rays, and in the next few minutes, ordinary people can be turned into people.

Eric didn't need to strengthen his muscles any further, and although the power of the Lord God was repulsed, he was back to his old flesh and blood, but now he wanted to continue as he had set out his ideas.

Magneto is the master of magnetism, the professor is the monarch of the mind, Eric not only retains the magnetic talent of the bloodline sphere, but also accepts the gift of the power of the phoenix in the universe through Guòqin, he has the strengths of these two powerhouses, and he also wants to deduce their power further on the original path. Facts have proved that his choice in the past was not wrong, Tong guò's control of electromagnetic force Eric has already initially touched the mysteries of the material world, and what he needs to do now is to make his spiritual power go further before getting the Rubik's Cube of the universe.

Mental power comes from the brain, and what he has to do is very simple.

There was a pain in the forehead, and a serum was slowly injected.

The brain is not somewhere else, and for the sake of safety, he can only inject one.

After a few seconds, the empty bottle fell to the ground.

"Ah......h

I don't know what kind of ordeal Captain America has experienced, but Eric's suffering is definitely above him.

A faint blue color spreads out from the injection of the forehead, and the entire forehead seems to have been carved into a bottomless hole, and all perception loses its meaning. The skull seemed to turn into a soft substance that kept twisting, suddenly expanding, suddenly contracting, as if it could burst at any moment, under the tremendous pressure, the eyeballs were filled with blood red, and the brain seemed to turn into boiling water, endlessly tumbling under the action of magnetism, and finally his soul was cut into countless pieces by the cruel sword, and each fragment was deeply locked in an Eric's self.

Through thousands of fragments, Eric saw an incomparably complex structure of the universe.

In the midst of it, another will is passing through the endless void, approaching a flame that is getting closer and closer.

The blazing light was enough to burn the eyes to ashes, and the heat melted with powerful radiation, and here, the light was distorted, and the stars were assimilated, and the fierce ripples shook the space, roaring like a great tsunami.

That will is not afraid of the flames at all, she came from here, the phoenix of Nirvana is her root, and now she has to search for the person she is looking for through the flames.

In the midst of this infinite flame of light, suddenly that will stopped, and after a fluctuation in the void, a pair of familiar eyes appeared in front of her.

"Hello, Jean." With a smile, the silent message has spanned seventy years.

Through a wonderful source of power, when the two of them looked at each other across the river of time, somewhere in the big 6 in Europe, a strange man with gray skin and blue lips suddenly woke up from his long sleep. (To be continued!)

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