Lu Ming

Chapter 68

Xia Xianze, Feng Jun, Wang Liguo, the first batch of Transmigrators who set out, had already changed their outfits.

Finally, the long hair has been restored to short inches.At this moment, Lao Xia is standing at the bow of the boat, wearing a feces green jacket that is obviously one size larger, jeans, and Adidas waterproof shoes made in Yiwu under his feet. He is saying goodbye to Cao Chuan and the others who came to see him off.

Cao Chuan was wearing a very coquettish apricot-yellow Songjiang cotton robe, still holding a folding fan in his hand. Looking at Lao Xia's appearance as a post-disaster reconstruction worker, it was so different from his older brother who was used to seeing him, so he chuckled from time to time. a few times.Someone on the side seemed to be concerned and teased: "Mr. Xia, this boat is shaking, don't stop the medicine on the way."

"Understood, you can curse the leader." Xia Xianze took out a bottle of seasickness medicine for the little white rabbit from his pocket and said with a wry smile.

At this moment, Liu Zhe, a tall man in a waterproof jacket, came over, pointed to the nautical watch on his wrist, and said in a low voice, "It's time to set off, the tide is about to rise."

After everyone heard it, they did not delay. After Liu Zhe shouted, the irrelevant people stepped off the springboard and got off the boat, and then stood on the shore smoking and waving.The people on the boat were not so leisurely, they shouted and ran, pulled the sails and lifted the anchor, two large sand boats with sinking drafts, left the mouth of the pond, passed the Biezimen, and took advantage of the high tide of the Qiantang, with the company's long-accumulated belongings, with the whole group. With the determination to change the world, he slowly sailed abroad.

The waves ebb and flow, the waves roll, and the sight is gray; the clouds are dense, the fog is filled, and there is no light between the sky and the earth.It was obviously ten o'clock in the morning, but at this moment between the sea and the sky, it was as dark as night fell.

The fleet formed by the traversers was riding the wind in the dark sea at this time.It has been almost [-] hours since everyone set off yesterday.

After installing radar and sonar, the expedition fleet can finally get rid of the shackles of darkness and reefs, ride the strong north wind all the way south from Hangzhou Bay, take an almost straight route at an average speed of 4-6 knots, and pass through the night. After most of the rough waterway of Zhoushan ocean.

In a day and night, the boat travels more than 160 kilometers in the sea off Zhejiang. Such a speed is unimaginable in a sailboat in the Middle Ages - even if it is smooth sailing.Whether sailing near the coast of Fujian and Zhejiang, or taking the outer Zhoushan waterway, old-fashioned sailboats must find a place to anchor and shelter from the wind before nightfall.The sea conditions of Zhoushan in the seventeenth century were densely covered with reefs, and the sea fog was permeable.

The situation seems to be good, but at this time it is constantly ups and downs, and the atmosphere in the poop of the "Dog Eye", which is like a pirate ship in the Park of the Later Ages, is a little dignified-a few hours ago, the radar observed that an air mass was attacking from the southeast. Come.

Xia Xianze's face was pale, his breath was messy, and he looked like he was dying from seasickness.At this moment, he frowned tightly, leaning against the short chair in the cabin, and asked feebly, "Are you sure? It's not a false alarm, right?"

"It's definitely not a false alarm. The radar is working well now, and the storm's roadmap has just been typed out." It was Bai Hongda who was speaking, the warrior who "pleased for the people" at the time, and he was usually in charge of the fleet's electronic equipment.

After hearing this, Xia Xianze rubbed his brows with his fingers, looked up at the five or six passers-by sitting or standing in the cabin, and asked Liu Zhe with a grin, "Can't you escape?"

"It happens to be stuck on the route and can't escape." Liu Zhe shook his head, and then added: "We are a sand boat, and the ability to carry waves is the worst among sea boats. Although this storm does not seem to be strong, it is The aftermath is enough for us to drink a pot, it's better to avoid it."

"It's been a few months and there's still a strong wind!" Lao Xia frowned and said helplessly: "Since you can't escape, what are you waiting for, hurry up and avoid the limelight, this is a good start, right? It's really bad luck."

Now that the CEO has made a strategic decision, the others will start taking action no matter what the seasick ghost is talking about.Bai Hongda picked up the hand microphone and started calling: "Dongliangdongliang, this is Dongyao, pay attention to U-turn with me, U-turn with me."

Before long, the two sand boats at sea began to make a difficult U-turn in the headwind.Fortunately, the fleet was not far from Xuanshan Island at this time. After turning around, they passed the zigzag route. After more than an hour, two sand boats finally sailed into a small bay on the west of the island.

Xuanshan Island is at the southernmost tip of the Zhoushan Islands. When the traversers were training before, according to the reports of the indigenous seamen, they had landed on all the islands and reefs of Zhoushan for detailed inspections.At present, this small bay is one of the planned berths in the plan. This place is backed by the mountains and faces the sea, and the fleet can stay to avoid the storm from the direction of the Philippine Sea.

After entering the bay, the Mingjin sailors watched in awe as several passers-by began to operate the "Dragon Tail".With the roar of the motor, the sand boat briskly made a circle in the narrow bay, bypassing the reef that had been marked on the electronic chart, and then dropped the sail, began to dock, and anchored.

Shortly after docking, the ship began to organize people to go ashore for rest.Among them are Xia Xianze, a patient with severe seasickness, as well as "Class B" workers.A group of people slumped under their feet, staggered and walked straight to the hill that surrounded the bay.In later generations, this is a tourist area, with strange reefs and caves all over the place.However, in the [-]th century, Xuanshan Island was still in its primitive state, uninhabited, and only fishing boats occasionally came to take shelter from the wind.

The altitude of the hill is only more than 100 meters. The group did not go far in the knee-deep weeds and bushes when they saw a cave specially marked on the electronic map.The two leading traversers turned on the tactical flashlights on their assault rifles, and after walking around for a while, signaled that the sick group could enter, and then the labor group was led to another cave.

This cave is not deep, probably because of the high terrain, it is very dry inside.The area inside the cave is about 100 square meters, enough for the sick team to rest overnight.

Soon a few kerosene camping lamps were lit, and the small cave was bright.The accompanying sailors, under the command of the passer-by, shouted and pulled up two "steel helmets" - in fact, two American "Hardwell" camping tents.

The semi-circular tent covered with net rope is exactly the same as the classic World War II U.S. military M1 helmet, but it is magnified hundreds of times and looks very cute.

Each tent can fit 5-8 people, and several people who are highly seasick are arranged into one tent.In the other tent, there was an Akito laborer who suffered from severe seasickness—even though it had been selected before departure, some people were still dizzy and vomited when they got to the sea.

It didn't take long for the sailors to pick up buckets of water from other caves and carry them over. After a few chlorine dioxide water purification tablets were sprinkled, they began to pick up stones and set up a stove to collect firewood and prepare to cook.

(End of this chapter)