The thick fog was rolling on the lake, and the shadow of the ship was looming in the fog, almost indistinct, like a dream scene in memory.

Now everyone knows that when the fog is foggy, the lake will open the space channel, and through the thick fog, it will shuttle to the other end of the Ramla ant colony. In such a space, it is impossible to judge how far the ship is from here, and coupled with the influence of the fog, it is difficult to distinguish its specific shape and size.

Everyone is guessing where the ship comes from.

Alice said, "Will it be the ship from the earth? Will it be the United Nations rescue team who discovered this ant nest and will come and pick us up?"

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

The boat ups and downs, it seems to be encountering wind and waves, flickering in the thick fog. People seem to be watching an old black-and-white film. An old man is driving his fishing boat, fighting the storm.

However, Petru's complexion 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: "How do I think it looks like a warship?"

Boris' words were like a bomb thrown into people's calm hearts. An unknown premonition began to loom over people's hearts like a cloud.

Alice said, "Why must it be a warship? We can't see what it looks like at all!"

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

Alice stopped speaking and looked at Anderson.

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

Su Huilan said: "Could it be the boat of the Savage Tribe?"

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

Although Aoki couldn't tell what kind of boat it was from such a vague shadow of a boat like they did, his instinct told him that Petru was right.

He looked at Situ and said, "Should we change the place? This beach should be the first choice for landing when other spaces come in. It's too eye-catching!"

Situ seemed to have been waiting for something. It took a long time to say: "Wait for the fog to clear, it means that we have lost an opportunity to go back. You must know that every opportunity means time-immeasurable time!"

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

The fog is thicker again, the ship may be closer, but the shadow is more blurred.

"Then what should we do? We just waited like this? If it shoots a missile at us before it reaches the shore, we are all over!" Petru said.

Situ finally sighed and said, "Well, let's take a refuge behind the mountain and let's talk about the situation."

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

"Let’s camp here first, and wait for the ship to dock before deciding which way to go. Aoki, we will patrol the back with a group of people. Don’t be attacked by both sides. Although the savages on the island generally don’t stay there. Come out to attack when it fogs up, but I have to guard against it," Situ said.

Aoki had already thought of this, and communicated with Kubota in consciousness. Kubota 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 can only find a small open space in the woodland, sit down in a small circle, and see each other almost next to each other's bodies.

Due to the limitation of the field of view, the atmosphere became a bit weird and tense. No one spoke, as if everyone around was lost. Everyone pricked their ears to listen to the movement from the lake in the distance, so if a big ship docked, the movement would not be small.

After waiting for a long time, the fog did not clear, and there was no special sound on the lake.

Aoki tried to spread his mental power far away with an ebony stick. However, in such a thick fog, the mental power field on the island became very unstable, like a whirring wind for a while, and a turbulent current for a while. His head is dizzy.

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

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

Situ said: "Wait, don't you spend most of your life in waiting?"

Alice said, "I feel better when I hear you talking. The thick fog is terrible!"

Anderson said: "Don't worry, I am here."

Alice let out an "um" and leaned in Anderson's arms.

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

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

"Oh, that's a record worth showing off! Tell me~lightnovelpub.net~ how did you do it? As far as I know, the Somali pirate ship can't even carry mortars."

"I bought two submarines. They were built when your idol, Joseph Vissarionovich Stalin, was in power. They are old enough, but it is still enough to use its torpedo tubes to hit Ah San in the ass. of!"

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

...

They talked about the stories of war, pirates and the Cold War. From the pistol that killed Kennedy to Stalin's pipe, although it was meaningless, it eased the atmosphere at this time. People actively or passively heard many interesting stories that only the army or pirates knew, and waited quietly for the thick fog to disperse.

However, the fog is endless, and it doesn't seem to disperse at all, and without the guidance of the sun in the sky, the time becomes uncertain.

"When will this **** fog clear?" Boris complained after an unknown amount of time, "I still like days with the sun."

"But actually the thing in the sky is not the sun? It's just a star with no name!" Alice said.

"Oh, scientists are really rigid! That's your idea, for me, it's the sun!" Boris said nonchalantly.

"But the sun specifically refers to the central celestial body of the star system where the earth is located, and each star should have its own name!" Alice said stubbornly.

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

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

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

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