Smashing alone would definitely not completely destroy it, so after the smashing, I unscrewed the kerosene barrel, poured the last half liter of kerosene down, and lit it with a magnesium rod.
Man proposes, God disposes.
Do what I have to do, and leave the rest to God.
After struggling to climb out of the submersible, I was so tired that I almost fainted and could no longer lift my hands.
He leaned sideways with a plastic bottle between his arms and drank three bottles of water in a row, stuffing ten turtle eggs covered with gravel in one breath.
At this time, I had reached the end of my strength and could no longer hold on.
So I dug my bloody hands into the salt pan.
Even though I gritted my teeth, severe pain erupted from my cracked and tattered fingers at that moment, making me howl in pain for a long time.
Under this severe pain, all the senses in my body were infinitely magnified.
I clearly felt the severe pain from my fingers spreading from my arms to my whole body. The pain made my whole body twitch and convulse!
After the first wave of severe pain, I immediately picked up the engineering shovel, knelt on the ground, and dug hard.
Slowly, the submarine sank at a speed visible to the naked eye, and most of its body bones were buried in the sea.
But I didn't dare to take any pause. I counted the time and worked on it for another two and a half hours until the submersible completely sank into the gravel.
After a while, the high tide time came, and only a satellite antenna of the entire submarine was left exposed on the water.
There was really nothing I could do about this antenna, so I just found a broken oil drum to cover it.
After doing all this, I was so tired that I couldn't speak at all. I just collapsed on the beach and couldn't even lift my fingers.
After adjusting my breath for a while, I struggled to get up and transformed into the rag king of the desert island. I used the branches, garbage, fishing nets, and anything I could pick up on the sandbank washed up by the typhoon waves to serve as cover around the submarine.
The cold water comes and goes, lapping at the stubborn reefs endlessly.
The tide is long and tireless, scouring back and forth until only one third of the white reef sandbar remains.
Above the dome, thick and colorful clouds overlap, interpreting the gathering and dispersing of millions of reincarnations.
It was late at night, and the entire sandbank was dead silent.
When I woke up from my sleep, I lay feebly on the ruins of the original office building, exhausted beyond measure.
The cold sea breeze blew my scattered hair, making me curl up and shiver several times.
The electronic watch and clock have been scrapped. I roughly determined the time through the humidity of the sea breeze and the retracing sound of the tide.
So far, the search team of Beautiful Country has not found this place, which shows that my method is correct.
But this does not mean that the submarine is safe.
Only by waiting until daytime tomorrow can we further demonstrate.
Dragging my exhausted body, I got up in the dark and set up traps everywhere on the sandbank in case of emergencies.
At noon the next day, I was cleaning up the mess and suddenly heard a huge blast.
Looking up into the distance, at five o'clock, between the sea and the sky, several black spots are approaching quickly.
In less than five minutes, those black spots showed a terrifying and ferocious look in my eyes.
The first black spot is the most famous H60 Seahawk helicopter in the beautiful country.
The second black spot is the beautiful country’s ace helicopter, the Sea Stallion!
The appearance of the third black spot made my heart jump into my throat and my spine went cold.
This is actually an Osprey helicopter that can hit aliens!
Three of the most mainstream and top-of-the-line helicopters from the beautiful country appeared together in the South China Sea, completely subverting my understanding.
In an instant, layers of goosebumps appeared all over my body!
Sea eagles are aggressive, and sea stallions naturally focus on search and salvage.
The last Osprey is responsible for transportation!
Sure enough, I still found him.
I don’t know if I can escape this murder.
I want to escape, but reality cannot escape at all!
In the blink of an eye, three helicopters flew away from me
My head flew by, bringing with it a huge sea breeze that made me unsteady on my feet.
I stood on the sandbank, watching the three huge objects slowly getting smaller in my field of vision, and my body became extremely stiff.
When the huge sound of breaking wind subsided, I immediately picked up the engineering shovel and rushed to the submarine, trying every means to cover it up.
But at this moment, the huge sound of breaking wind came again, forcing me to stop my movement.
What the hell!
Those three helicopters actually killed me!
In less than five minutes, three of the world's top helicopters appeared in my field of vision again, getting bigger and bigger, and my eyeballs burst.
Three minutes later, the Seahawk attack helicopter hovered in the air over White Reef, its huge machine gun barrel facing me mercilessly.
From a distance, I could see the murderous intent emanating from the gun barrel.
The airborne machine gun has a caliber of 20 millimeters, and one bullet can cut a person in two.
The roaring sound flooded the heaven and earth, and the strong sand covered the vision.
The Stallion helicopter hovered above my head, the huge explosion was deafening, and the strong wind caused me to be unable to lift my head.
To the west of the sandbank, the Osprey helicopter hovered, and two thick ropes fell from the sky.
The pop-pop sound became the only sound in the world.
After a while, a group of special warfare ropes loaded with live ammunition landed on the ground and immediately formed a standard combat mode.
After the special operations were launched, a base camp was quickly established.
Then, this group of special warriors, their faces covered in oil paint, quickly occupied all parts of the sandbank, raising their fists to signal safety.
Amidst the noisy radio roar, the Osprey helicopter worth 800 million Shenzhou coins landed slowly!
A few minutes later, several scientific researchers in casual clothes rushed down from the Osprey, opened a large box, took out modular equipment and quickly assembled it.
Generator sets, simple tents, pot lid satellites, various supplies and equipment...
At this time, I was standing above the submarine that was covered by sea sand, and next to it was the antenna of the submarine that I had covered with garbage.
Six meters away from me, at the eight o'clock position, a camouflage special agent was looking at me coldly with a gun in hand.
The gun is a special model of hk461!
This is a standard weapon that only the beautiful country Haite Marine has!
This group of people is Haite Land War!
The most awesome, top and terrifying evil god in the world!
They also have a name.
seal!
In the eyes of SEALs, there is a condescending look at ants and contempt and coldness.
His finger was on the trigger. With just a slight pull, I would die on the white reefs 1,800 kilometers away from my motherland.
