Dream Guide

Thick fog rolled on the lake, and the shadow of the boat was looming in the fog, almost invisible, just like a dream in memory.

Now everyone knows that when there is fog, the lake will open a space channel, and through the thick fog, you will shuttle to the other end of the Ramla Ant Nest. In such a space, it is impossible to tell how far away the ship is from here. Coupled with the influence of fog, it is also difficult to distinguish its specific shape and size.

Everyone was wondering where this ship came from.

Alice said: "Is it a ship from Earth? Is it a United Nations rescue team that discovered this ant nest and came to take us back?"

No one answered her, because everyone knew that this possibility was too slim.

The boat rose and fell, as if it was encountering wind and waves, and appeared and disappeared in the thick fog. People seem to be watching an old black and white film, in which an old man is driving his fishing boat and fighting against the storm.

However, Petru's expression became more and more solemn. His eyes were fixed on the lake, and his brows were twisted into a rope.

The careless Boris also looked a little strange. He couldn't help but said: "Why does it look like a warship to me?"

Boris's words were like a bomb thrown into people's originally peaceful hearts. An ominous premonition began to hang over people's minds like a dark cloud.

Alice said: "Why does it have to be a warship? We can't see what it looks like at all!"

Ivan explained: "Intuition! The intuition that a qualified naval soldier should have! Finding the enemy in a harsh environment and distinguishing between enemy and friendly targets are the basic qualities of a soldier."

Alice stopped talking and looked at Anderson.

Anderson gently hugged Alice's shoulders, but his face was not relaxed. "I don't know if it's a warship, but it's obviously not here to fish," he said.

Su Huilan said: "Could it be the ship of the savage tribe?"

"If so, then this tribe can't be called savages!" Petru said. "I'm sure Boris is right. That's a warship! Maybe it's the one that attacked your scientific research ship. Ship, it must have rushed into Ramla with your lifeboat! This is really persistent. How much do you owe him? Pirates are not so persistent in their robberies!"

Although Aoki was not like them in being able to tell what kind of ship it was from such a vague ship silhouette, his intuition told him that what Petru said was right.

He looked at Situ and said, "Should we change places? This beach should be the first choice for landing from other dimensions. It's too eye-catching!"

Situ seemed to have been waiting for something, and after a long time he said: "When the fog clears, it means we have lost an opportunity to go back. You know, every opportunity means time - immeasurable time!"

Aoki imagined that the atomic clock of consciousness in Situ's mind was ticking, and that time on earth might be passing rapidly.

The fog was thicker, and the ship might be closer, but its shadow was blurry.

"What should we do? Are we just waiting like this? If it fires a missile towards us before it reaches the shore, we will all be finished!" Petrou said.

Situ finally sighed and said, "Okay, let's take shelter behind the mountain and see what happens."

He and Aoki led their respective tribes, briefly cleaned up the traces on the lake beach, and then climbed to the back of the hillside.

"Let's camp here first, and then decide which way to go after the ship docks. Aoki, let's divide some of our people to patrol the back. Don't be attacked by both sides. Although the savages on the island generally don't They come out to attack when the fog starts, but they have to guard against it," Situ said.

Aoki has already thought of this and communicated with Cooperta in his consciousness. Cooperta personally took the people to patrol the back mountain.

After waiting for a while in the camp behind the mountain, the fog on the island was as thick as a cloud. There is no need to see if the ship has docked at this time, because it is impossible to see it. Everyone could only find a small open space in the forest and sit down in a small circle, almost touching each other's bodies before they could see each other.

Due to the limited field of view, the atmosphere became a bit weird and tense. No one spoke, as if everyone around him had disappeared. Everyone pricked up their ears to listen to the noise coming from the distant lake. If such a big ship docked, the noise would definitely be loud.

After waiting for a long time, the fog did not lift, and there was no special sound coming from the lake.

Aoki tried to spread the spiritual power far away through the ebony staff. However, in such a thick fog, the spiritual force field on the island became very unstable. It was like a whistling wind at one moment, and like a rushing water at another, which made him confused. His head was dizzy.

He heard Situ say: "When there is fog, all the mental force fields in Ramalali affect each other, just like radio wave interference. It is best not to activate the radio station at this time."

Aoki put away his mental energy, felt better, and said, "Then we can only wait."

Situ said: "Wait, isn't most of life spent in waiting?"

Alice said: "I feel better when I hear your voices. Such a thick fog is really scary!"

"Don't worry, I'm here," Anderson said.

Alice said "hmm" and leaned into Anderson's arms.

"Hey, Petru, I heard that you killed one of Asan's aircraft carrier formations, is it true?" Boris said loudly in the thick fog.

"I'm not a fool. If it was really an aircraft carrier formation, I would have run away!" Petru said, "It's just two escort formations and a few old destroyers and frigates!"

"Oh, that's a feat worth showing off! Tell me, how did you do it? As far as I know, Somali pirate ships can't even withstand mortars."

"I bought two submarines. They were built when your idol, Comrade Joseph Vissarionovich Stalin, was in power. They are old enough, but they are still enough to spank Asan with their torpedo tubes. of!"

"Oh, that's natural! The submarines produced in the Soviet era are world-class!" Boris said proudly.

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They kept chatting about wars, pirates and the Cold War, from the pistol that killed Kennedy to Stalin's pipe. Although it was meaningless, it did lighten the atmosphere at this time. People either actively or passively heard many interesting stories that only those in the army or pirates would know, and quietly waited for the thick fog to dissipate.

However, the fog kept rising and showed no sign of dissipating. Without the guidance of the sun in the sky, time became uncertain.

"When will this damn fog lift?" After an unknown amount of time, Boris complained, "I still like days with sunshine."

"But actually that thing in the sky isn't the sun, is it? It's just a star with an unknown name!" Alice said.

"Oh, scientists are so rigid! That's what you think. To me, that's the sun!" Boris said nonchalantly.

"But the sun refers specifically to the central object in the star system where the earth is located. Every star should have its own name!" Alice said stubbornly.

"Then tell me what its name is. If you can tell it, I will admit that you are right." Boris said.

Alice was speechless for a moment, because she really didn't know the name of the star here.

"It's called Cheva!" Mrs. Larry said suddenly.