Twenty minutes later, Zhou Wen finally surfaced for the first time. He took off his oxygen mask, took a deep breath of fresh air, and looked behind him. The once huge steel monster in the distance has now gradually sunk in a sea of fire. Even from a distance of several kilometers, you can still see the bow of the Izumo raised high on the river. Its rear half has already Disappeared into the rolling Yangtze River.
"Get the hell out of your horse and go see your Amaterasu!" Zhou Wen shouted excitedly, waving his fist in the air towards the silently whining battleship. At this time, the depression in his chest was swept away. I felt infinitely happy and comfortable, but my eyes were filled with tears.
He continued to shout hoarsely: "Monkey, have you seen it? My warriors, have you seen it? This is your glory, your glory, and I will remember you forever."
At this time, Zhou Wen had forgotten that the cold river water had already soaked into his body along the damaged diving suit. He also forgot that there were Japanese gunboat searchlights not far away, searching angrily for the hateful infiltrators. He just wanted to have a good time. I want to vent my joy and want to comfort Monkey Zai and the six suicide squad members who are still alive in heaven.
We succeeded. We sank the arrogant Japanese battlecruiser Izumo. Although we cannot change the course of history, we can write a certain segment of history, and we can make the invaders heartbroken.
After the excitement, Zhou Wen gradually calmed down and observed the surrounding situation. Now it is impossible to get ashore nearby. The flashlight of the Japanese patrol on the shore indicates that the shore in this area is controlled by the Japanese army, and the barking of wolves and dogs is even heard. Moreover, this area is a Japanese-controlled area, and it will be difficult to escape if discovered.
At this time, the motor sound of the Japanese gunboat in the distance came again. Zhou Wen took a deep breath, put on an oxygen mask, and dived into the dark river water.
After entering the water dozens of meters deep again, Zhou Wen began to feel the biting cold air eroding his body. He estimated that the water temperature at this level should be below 5 degrees. Without the warmth of a diving suit, even with his superhuman physique, he would not be able to last long in this temperature. Moreover, his current physical and mental strength has reached a limit after several hours of tension and fighting.
After the Japanese gunboats moved away again, Zhou Wen hurriedly surfaced again. There was not much oxygen in the oxygen bottle now, so he had to save it for critical moments.
Only then did he realize how strenuous it was to swim in a diving suit. The oxygen tank on his back felt heavier and heavier, as if there was a person pressed on his back. It was impossible to drop him, but he had to swim out of the control of the Japanese army. The district is at least twenty kilometers away, can I hold on?
Zhou Wen now regretted not bringing some chocolate or something to replenish his energy, just a piece of candy!
Forget it, let’s swim.
In this way, Zhou Wen kept diving to avoid the search of Japanese gunboats, and kept paddling hard on the water.
"The champions of the 1,500-meter swimming competition in the Olympics are not as good as me, right? This is the feeling of swimming a marathon."
Zhou Wen waved his arms mechanically, and began to think wildly in his head. The heat in his body had dropped to a dangerous limit. He could only adjust his breathing silently, and the strong inner breath of Qi Jinjing had been basically exhausted.
Now, the power actually driving his limbs comes from the slowly input Prajna Qi from the beads on his chest. The current Prajna Qi is like a loyal guard, protecting his chest in groups, keeping his heart still Maintains vitality and heat.
At this time, he had swam more than ten kilometers away, but the Japanese gunboats still did not give up. They were still searching everywhere with red eyes like hungry jackals. There were still Japanese movements on the shore.
"Your sister! Isn't it over yet? Didn't you just blow up a cruiser? Why do you little devils act like your own mothers are dead, and you have to mobilize the entire army." Zhou Wen cursed angrily in his heart.
He didn't even think about it, sinking the flagship of the Japanese Third Fleet. According to the little devil's stingy behavior of picking his buttocks and putting it in his mouth and sucking it twice, wouldn't it be equivalent to killing their mother?
Zhou Wen estimated that the Japanese troops on the shore would have to mobilize at least a thousand people to completely control the more than ten kilometers long riverside area, and he didn't know how many more would be ahead? Forget it, keep swimming.
You must know that he is swimming against the current. If he slacks off for a moment, he will be carried back by the current. He simply has no time to rest and catch his breath.
Another half hour passed, and Zhou Wen could no longer swim. His hands and legs felt like they were not his. The soreness in the muscles of his arms turned into tearing pain. His whole body felt weak. This is the first time in this world that such a bad situation has occurred.
We must go ashore now, otherwise if we faint, not only will we sink to the bottom and be drowned, but we will be discovered by Japanese gunboats even if we are floating on the water.
Having made up his mind, Zhou Wen struggled to untie the oxygen bottle that had very little oxygen left on his back, mustered up his last bit of strength, and swam towards the shore...
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"Those navies are all incompetent fools, and they were actually infiltrated and sunk the warship. They get higher military pay than us, eat better food than us, and usually they all have their eyes on the top and look down on our army. , now they fools should all commit suicide."
A commander of the Ninth Division of the Japanese Army was angrily cursing those damn navy. It was their incompetence that brought shame to the empire, and it was their stupidity that made his unit have to rub its eyes that were not awake in the middle of the night. Come to this damn navy. The cold riverside searches for the more damned infiltrator.
He led half a patrol of six people and had been wandering along the riverside for several hours, but still did not receive the order to close the team. The defeat two days ago had already made the soldiers under their command complain. They complained that they did not get the glory and merit they imagined when they came to China this time, and even their dream of making a small fortune became out of reach.
But now, even a good night's sleep has become a luxury, and I have to wipe the butt of those stupid navy.
After a while, they once again came to a forest that they had visited three times before and carefully observed the situation on the ground.
Not to mention, although the Japanese commander Cao was full of resentment, he still had basic professional qualities. He knew that this small forest was the only place in this area where people could easily hide, so every time he patrolled here, he would let his soldiers start fighting. spirit to search carefully.
The Japanese Army Commander Cao was still an experienced veteran. He did not lead the team into the woods. Instead, he circled the edge of the woods and carefully observed the situation on the ground with a flashlight.
Wherever you walk, there will be traces. This sentence was verified again at this moment.
After careful searching, he found a series of water stains and wet footprints on the ground, extending from the riverside into the woods. Captain Cao immediately realized that there was someone in the woods, and it was probably the infiltrator.
