There seemed to be countless sharp knives hidden in the wind, making people's face hurt.
The roaring thunder was like the roar of hell.
Standing in this doomsday scene, Lin Shaoqi was anxious and angry.
He looked up and stared at the sky hard, took off his hat, pointed at the sky and shouted loudly: "God, are you really not giving any way to live?"
Such shouts naturally won no response, but in fact, it was just useless catharsis for Lin Shaoqi.
He couldn't bear to see the people being hurt again, but in the face of nature, the power of human beings seemed so small.
The weapons that humans are proud of have no effect in the face of natural forces.
Disaster is approaching, and humans seem to have no other way than to wait helplessly for the verdict of fate.
The air was inexplicably filled with salty smell. Due to the typhoon, a severe tsunami could break out in Yingkou and Haicheng at any time.
First there was an earthquake, then a typhoon, and then there might be a tsunami, just like God made a cruel joke, vowing to completely erase these two cities.
Lin Shaoqi urgently arranged to provide maximum protection for the victims, but he knew very well that this behavior could not change anything.
However, Lin Shaoqi was very unwilling to watch the people who had finally rescued were again judged by fate.
For a moment, Yingkou and Haicheng became the focus of attention of the entire senior management.
The severely disastrous storm warning issued by the Meteorological Bureau was quickly transmitted to the top government officials through the Meteorological Bureau.
For a moment, everyone who learned the news was worried about the people of the two cities.
It should have been a prosperous new year, but unexpectedly, in a short period of time, rare severe natural disasters broke out one after another in Yingkou and Haicheng.
After the earthquake broke out, Haicheng and Yingkou were already shaking, with ruins everywhere.
The rescue operation has not been fully completed yet, and most of the victims have not even been transferred, and they will encounter such a high-intensity disaster.
People's hearts are filled with unprecedented sense of powerlessness.
"Boom..."
Every thunder accompanied by a strong wind, rolling up the ruins on the ground, flying sand and stones, covering the sky and the earth.
Lin Shaoqi stood in the wind and sand, yelling orders.
He firmly implements the military's philosophy and will never give up any people no matter what happens.
A battle between humans and nature is quietly filled with smoke...
At the same time, the team members arrived at the edge of the sea, with strong winds raging, and the waves were like giant beasts ready to devour everything.
At the coast, the fishing boats were as helpless as lonely leaves, and could only go with the flow under the huge waves. "What's going on? Why is the wind suddenly so strong?" Zhu Qingyang frowned, full of doubts.
When I came just now, the waves were calm, but why was it dark in the blink of an eye and the ground was flying sand and stones?
Han Feng looked at the sea with a serious expression. The sky in the distance merged with the sea, which was terrifyingly gloomy.
The sea was surging and the strong wind roared, making people feel an uncontrollable fear in their hearts. "Did you smell anything?" Han Feng suddenly spoke, and the team members were stunned.
Immediately afterwards, Han Feng frowned and said, "Since just now, the fishy smell in the air has become stronger and stronger..."
The team members nodded in agreement when they heard this. After Han Feng reminded them, they also realized this.
At first it was just a stinky smell, but now in the strong wind, the smell has become more pungent and even a little disgusting.
But this smell is very special, not the fishy smell of fish and shrimp. It is extremely pungent and cannot be ignored.
Pan Zi frowned and said, "When I was on a mission, I encountered a stranded whale. The smell made me unable to eat for a week. But the smell of that giant is less than half as good as it is now. Where did this smell come from?"
Yang Xueli's eyes fell on the wooden house of the fishermen not far away, and then pointed to it and said, "Why don't we ask the fishermen over there, what they might know..."
The team members walked along the beach towards the wooden house. Some of the wooden houses have collapsed, and the rest also looks very thin, obviously they were temporarily built after the disaster.
In addition, it seems that it is far from the epicenter, so the disaster is not too serious.
When the team members approached, they saw some fishermen wearing simple clothes. They were holding tools in their hands and urgently strengthening the foundation of the wooden house, fearing that the temporary wooden house would not be able to withstand the typhoon.
The fishermen were complaining dissatisfiedly while building, God really wanted to kill them all.
The team members walked into the fishing village, but the fishermen obviously had no time to talk to them and were all busy. "Go and help first, and then talk about it later..." After Han Feng gave the order, the team members quickly dispersed to help the fishermen strengthen their houses and transport food.
At first, the fishermen were a little confused, but after seeing the military uniforms of the team members, they felt relieved.
At any time, this outfit can bring an irreplaceable sense of security.
With the help of the team members, the people in the fishing village finally completed the emergency reinforcement and repair work. Therefore, the fishermen introduced the team members to the village chief.
The village chief is an elderly man whose skin looks dark due to years of exposure to the sun, and his fingers are covered with thick calluses. He is obviously engaged in physical labor all year round.
Under the leadership of the village chief, the team members came to a wooden house. Although the house is small, it is full of the village chief's belongings, which is his only home after the disaster.
After arranging the team members to sit down, the village chief covered the house and poured each of them a cup of hot tea. It is said to be hot tea, but in fact it is just one or two pieces of tea leaves floating in everyone's cup.
This wooden house is extremely simple, and even the bed is just a layer of straw on a wooden rack. "Thanks to your help strengthen the house, otherwise we might not be able to survive this storm," the village chief sat down slowly, and the firelight reflected the wrinkles on his face.
Han Feng looked at the village chief and asked in confusion: "Village chief, why are there all old people in the village? Where have the young people gone?"
This question seemed to touch the old man's sadness. He sighed deeply, and the last ray of light in his turbid eyes seemed to have been extinguished.
"The young people have all gone to the city to support the development of the country and devote themselves to labor. The remaining old guys, who usually fish and dry the net, have a leisurely life. But this earthquake broke out. Although our village is far away from the earthquake, it was still affected. The earthquake triggered a tsunami and our village was destroyed. The houses you saw were built by comrades. I thought everything would pass, but I didn't expect that God would not open his eyes and another storm came."
Speaking of this, the old man sighed deeply, and then said melancholy: "It's also our fault. This is not the sacrifice of the Dragon Prince, which angered the Dragon Prince. It's so disasters and difficulties..."
The old man's words made the team members confused. "Village Chief, what is the sacrifice of the Dragon Prince you are talking about?" Yang Xueli asked.
The village chief took a sip of hot tea and slowly spoke, "Our village holds sacrifices for the Dragon Prince once a year, which is the rule passed down by ancestors. Every day, we will kill pigs and sheep, ask the gods to pray for blessings, and pray for good weather and no shipwrecks in the coming year. But you also know that the sacrificial rituals have been cancelled in recent years. But we old bones will still conduct sacrifices in private every year. But this year, a logging farm was built on the mountain, and the place for sacrifice was gone. As a result, there were many disasters and difficulties. It must be that the Dragon Prince was furious." The old man's words came to the ears of the team members, but they did not take it too seriously. They knew very well that there were no dragons in the world, so how could there be the so-called Dragon King’s anger?
Looking at the expressions of the team members, the village chief obviously misunderstood: "You must think that the old man is talking about feudal superstition. But you don't know that there are really dragons in our area, and I have also heard the cry of dragons with my own ears. The sound is like a cow, a tiger, a bell and a chime. There is really a Dragon Prince in this place. This storm and earthquake are all the anger of the Dragon Prince. We have no other way except to bear..."
Speaking of this, the old man stood up and walked slowly towards the inner room, as if he wanted to prepare some food for the team members.
Looking at the village chief's back, Pan Zi lowered his voice and asked, "Is the village chief's words true? The dragon scream he described seems to be true..."
Faced with Pan Zi's question, Han Feng pondered for a moment, and said, "It is impossible to reasonably be possible. The dragons in the sky enter the mountains, the dragons enter the water, and the dragon gate. There is no real dragon in the world for a hundred years. But what is strange is that the village chief said that he had heard the dragon's scream, and it was exactly the same as the real dragon's scream. This is what I am most confused about. If I hadn't heard the old man with my own ears, how could he describe the dragon's cry so clearly?"
Han Feng's doubts were very reasonable, and the team members felt confused and confused.
At this moment, the old man walked out with a snack.
Although his life is not well-off and he relies on fishing for a living every day, in order to entertain the team members, the old man still took out the snacks that he couldn't bear to enjoy at home.
Looking at the snacks in front of me, none of the team members reached out to get them.
Zhu Qingyang looked at the old man with confusion and asked:
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Just because you heard the so-called dragon cries? "
Hearing this, the old man's face changed suddenly. He walked to the door carefully, opened the door and looked outside. After confirming that there was no one, he closed the door mysteriously and lowered his voice to the team members: "I have never mentioned this matter to anyone, but since you have asked, I will talk about it.
Just a few days ago, there was heavy fog on the sea. It was midnight. You also know that our small fishing village only has public toilets outside.
I suddenly wanted to go to the toilet in the middle of the night that day. As soon as I went out, I saw the sea covered with heavy fog, and there was a fishy smell mixed in the fog.
On that day, I heard the dragon's cry, and more importantly...
I saw a huge figure faintly in the white mist on the sea.
Although the figure flashed by, I was sure I saw it. "
After hearing this, the team members stood up one after another and asked almost at the same time: "Village Chief, when did you see it?" ”
The village chief thought for a while, and then said to the team members word by word: "I can't remember the specific time, but an earthquake occurred the next day..."
The village chief's words shocked the team members.
They widened their eyes and suddenly realized a possibility...
Is this earthquake and storm related to the figure the village chief saw in the white mist?
Is that really a dragon? Or is the village chief misreading it?
The clues currently possessed by the team members make it impossible for them to make a clear judgment on this.
But the team members vaguely felt that their investigation was necessary.
After a while, Han Feng looked at the village chief and asked: "Village Chief, we won't disturb us anymore. Can you borrow a fishing boat?"
Hearing this, the village chief's eyes were full of surprise. He pointed out the window and said in disbelief: "Didn't you see the storm outside getting stronger and stronger? Going to sea at this time is just to seek death.
Not to mention our small fishing boat, even the freighter dare not go out to sea in such weather!"
How could the team members not know this, but the reason they decided so was because they realized that the formation of this storm may not be a natural phenomenon.
The village chief said that the strange giant shadow he saw in the middle of the night. Although the team members did not think it was a real dragon, they must also find out what it was.
Moreover, an earthquake occurred immediately after the giant shadow appeared, which was a coincidence.
The team members felt that... there must be something wrong with this matter...
"Village Chief, don't worry about other matters. We just want to borrow a fishing boat and ask the village chief to fulfill his wish..."
When the team members said this, they did not make a request to the old man who cared about them as a junior.
Hearing this, the village chief waved his hands repeatedly. He was fishing by the beach all year round, so how could he not know the danger?
Many fishermen who are familiar with water also dare not go out to sea on windy days, let alone such a catastrophic typhoon. "I can't watch you die, this matter is absolutely not good. If something happens, how can I explain it!"
The village chief waved his hands repeatedly, and the team members couldn't make things difficult for him anymore when they saw this.
After sitting for a while, he left.
When I walked out the door, it was already raining heavily. The village chief tried to keep it again and again, but the team members left.
The village chief could only stand at the door with uneasy confidence and watch the team members leave.
But soon, he found that the team members did not leave, but walked towards the place where the fishing boats were moored.
Suddenly, the village chief realized what the team members wanted to do. He didn't care about getting wet in the rain and ran out quickly:
"Don't be impulsive, you must not go out to sea at this time!"
However, Han Feng had already given the order, and the team members jumped onto the fishing boat one after another. Zhang Qilin cut off the cable with a knife, and the team members worked together to drive the fishing boat away from the mooring place.
The village chief ran to the beach anxiously and shouted desperately, but the team members had made up their minds and drove towards the sea in the wind and rain.
The villagers who came after hearing the news asked anxiously: "Guardian, what happened? Why are you coming out for so much rain?"
The village chief anxiously pointed at the fishing boat that was gradually moving away: "They went out to sea in this kind of weather. Isn't this going to die? Hurry up and chase them back..."
But it is easy to say. Which of these villagers dares to go out to sea rashly in this kind of weather?
The small fishing boat cannot withstand such storms, and this trip is probably a matter of going without going back.
Fortunately, some villagers quickly reacted and said: "Hurry up and find the military base and ask them to send someone to rescue them.
If it is later, it may be too late..."
These words reminded the other villagers, who ran towards the distance.
Looking at the fishing boat gradually disappeared into the fog, the village chief felt more and more uneasy.
…(This chapter ends)