If the palm tree can live the first plant, it can live the second plant, and within three years, this unicorn dragon will be able to feed back to Shenzhou.

It's exciting to think about it, and the only unicorn dragon hanging overseas will become a paradise overseas Penglai in the future, what a wonderful and desirable thing it is.

So on this day, I gave the White Reef Sandbar a new name.

Thang Long Island!

More than 100 days of boring and boring island guarding life did not make me any frustration and depression, on the contrary, I liked this ordinary and ordinary life very much.

There is no intrigue, no flies and dogs, no attacks and dumping, and no life and death.

The more difficult it is, the more it can temper people's will.

This was the case with the Golden River Cliff Cave back then, and the same was true with the White Reef Sandbank.

The full moon and the lack of the moon are celestial phenomena, the ebb and flow of the tide is the sea, and the ups and downs are life.

Time can whiten my sideburns and tan my body, but it can't wipe out my fighting spirit and hatred!

Good days are always short and helpless.

On the fifth day, Typhoon No. 2 officially passed through the sandbar of Baijiao.

Compared with Typhoon No. 1 Yutu, Typhoon No. 2 is not as powerful as ever. The rain continued for a whole week.

After the renovation, the headquarters building survived the attack of Typhoon No. 2 unharmed.

With the blessing of the jacks, the five-foot-tall headquarters stilt building not only resisted the typhoon, but also successfully avoided the claws of the waves.

I got up as usual, recorded the hydrology, wind direction, humidity and temperature, and started my day.

Take a walk around, pick up piles of marine debris, and return to the headquarters building to collect fresh water.

Breakfast was over, and it was eight o'clock.

Climb up to the headquarters building and raise the faded red flag.

Pick up the binoculars left by the seals and patrol the territory as usual.

Suddenly, a point of light flashed twice in my telescope at four o'clock and then disappeared.

I let out a sigh of surprise and adjusted my gaze to take a closer look.

About five or six kilometers away, there was a fishing boat with an invisible number floating with the waves.

It's a closed fishing season, and it's impossible for fishing boats from neighboring countries to come here.

Unless it's smuggling!

But this is not the main shipping lane, and smuggling ships do not take this route.

I kept an eye on it and went into the headquarters building to hide and observe.

When I found out that the fishing boat was targeting Thang Long Island, I immediately pulled out the container and went to the front of the shallow sea to hide under the water and take a sneak peek.

In a few moments, the fishing boats in the military-grade binoculars were clearly visible.

In a downwind position, I could already hear the wailing of the fishing boat's motors.

It was preliminarily determined that this was a fishing boat with a damaged engine and had taken refuge on Thang Long Island.

On the fishing boat, the red flag of China is hung.

Seeing the red flag fluttering in the wind, I felt a wave of warmth and excitement in my heart, and I relaxed my vigilance.

The fishing boats of the compatriots in Shenzhou can be saved!

Just as I was about to get up to prepare the medicine first aid equipment, suddenly, I heard a rapid and terrible call.

When I raised my binoculars and looked over, I saw a man with his hands tied behind his back being kicked into the sea.

In the blink of an eye, the man disappeared and sank forever in the South China Sea.

Then, another man with his hands tied behind his back was pushed to the side of the boat.

A stout, tall white skinned man stabbed the man in the arm with a knife and threw him into the sea.

The man seemed to be watery and did not sink into the sea, and he gasped for breath with his head held high.

The white-skinned man turned around and took the speargun from his man and shot the man brutally.

The man immediately stopped moving, and floated with the speargun with the waves for a short time before sinking into the South China Sea forever.

White Fur turned his head and gave the most brutal grin, pointing straight at Thang Long Island.

This scene was seen by me, and my first reaction was to retreat and set a trap!

But I didn't.

I'm going to save someone!

The last compatriot who fell into the sea is not dead!

Take a deep breath and plunge into the sea, and quickly swim in the direction of your compatriots falling into the water.

Overhead, the dark shadow of the fishing boat passed in front of my eyes, and I only glanced at it quickly and sped forward.

Now I have a lot of energy, I swim 300 meters out of the bottom of the sea in one go, get up and breathe, and then dive into the sea again.

After three consecutive breaths, I rushed to the place as fast as I could.

By this time the compatriot had sunk to the bottom of the sea, and blood was bubbling from his legs.

But surprisingly, this compatriot did not panic at all.

Lying at the bottom of the sea, he kept grinding the reef with both hands, trying to get out of the trap by himself.

This compatriot is excellent in water.

From falling into the sea to now, I have been able to hold my breath until I arrived, and I am indeed a rare diving master.

But this compatriot is at the end of his life.

The strength in his hands became smaller and smaller, his neck was swollen, and the bulging blood vessels could be seen from afar.

Suddenly, a white shark sprang out from the side, grabbed the compatriot and bit it.

The compatriot instinctively turned around to dodge, but it was too late.

At the last moment, I pulled the trigger with a speargun in my hand.

The head of the spear grazed the head of the compatriot and hit the head of the white shark, and he was deeply immersed in it.

Immediately, this white shark spun in pain!

At this moment, the compatriot could no longer hold back, his mouth opened wide, he ate two mouthfuls of water, and his body twisted twice in vain, and then he could no longer move.

When he was dying, the compatriot's eyes bulged out, staring straight at me, as if to tell me that he would not blink an eye to death.

But his face was very calm!

It should be very calm!

My feet slammed into the sea, my waist exerted force, and I rushed to my compatriots like an arrow from a string.

The special dagger left behind by the seal was the first to cut the speargun line, and then cut the ropes of the hands and feet, and picked up the compatriots to float.

There are many white sharks in this area, and the shark's sense of smell is super strong.

If it attracts a group of sharks, then I guess I'll have to explain it here.

I didn't dare to have any delay, and dragged my compatriots to the shore quickly.

The location I chose for the shore was very clever, right off the corner of the headquarters building.

It was low tide, and my position was far away from the fishing boats that were already docked, and no one noticed it without using binoculars.

The sound of-stirring sticks and vernacular exchanges was heard in my ears, and I leaned down and quickly flattened my compatriots.