"In 1973..." I looked at Li Yuanyi, "Is this left by Ning Hanqing?"
Li Yuan nodded a little, and raised the greeter oil tank, "It can only be him. It seems that our route is not wrong, and it basically matches the direction of Ning's history."
Moreover, Ning Hanqing is very familiar with the underground situation. The third trip to Daxinganling directly brought diesel oil, which was prepared for this ship.
Da Hao was almost beating over there, and said to Li Yuan, "There is no major problem with the diesel engine, and I have to run it first for specific conditions."
Da Hao stayed under the cabin and fiddled with the diesel engine. The others got on the deck. The cold light bombs outside had gradually extinguished. The entire underground space was dark, and only the sound of the river flowing quietly could be heard.
Li Yuan hung a few headlights on the mast, illuminating a space on the deck. "You save a bit. Use one of these headlights and one less."
Li Yuan chuckled, "I'm pretty diligent and thrifty, don't worry, Da Hao has a few dollars on his back for the spare battery."
As soon as the voice fell, I felt the whole body of the ship vibrated. The source of the earthquake came from the deepest part of the deck. I had heard several places in my ears rattling with this vibration.
Then came the roar of the machine below the deck, accompanied by vibration. This old ship, which has been silent for many years, has been moored in the underground port for decades, and it is running again amidst waves of roar.
Da Hao climbed up from under the cabin and wiped the sweat off his face, ignoring the oily stains in his hands, like a chimpanzee: "Brother Zhao! It works! The Japanese devil is ready for this boat too!"
"It seems that the quality of Japanese goods was leveraged during World War II." Thin said.
I can’t listen to this, "Is this a well-built ship? This is because the oil of Sinopec Corp. is of good quality. It is a great victory achieved by the working class with the outstanding representative of Comrade Da Hao. What is it about Japanese products? thing?"
The oil stains on Da Hao's face couldn't be wiped off, and he was stunned. I didn't know that repairing a diesel engine by myself would give me a great victory.
"All right, political commissar Ning." Li Yuanyi patted me: "Get some water for the representatives of the working class." Li Yuanyi patted me on the shoulder and went to the cockpit to check the situation.
Where did the water wash his face? The water in the river didn't look very clean. Finally, he took a bandage and dipped some clean water and threw it to Da Hao: "Just wipe it, save the water. After wipe the bandage Don't throw it away, you can use it when changing the dressing for the injury on your leg."
Da Hao held a handful of bandages and froze again, wondering why the outstanding representatives of the working class had fallen to such a point.
I followed Li Yuanyi into the cockpit and raised flashlights for them. Seeing Chen Qiyong wiped the dashboard clean, some positions were spotted, and there were some patterns. I wondered: "Dr. Chen still Will sail."
Together with Li Yuan: "Dr. Chen's family is engaged in ocean fishing. In a project in the South China Sea the year before last, Dr. Chen's family contributed a lot."
Chen Qiyong lightly lit his cigarette and said lightly: "It's all the past, don't mention those, by the way, after the Nanyang incident, how are everyone else okay?"
Li Yuan turned to face the door outside: "In the end only one survived."
The topic seems to be a bit heavy. I was curious to hear that the two of them must have met each other not only on this project, but have collaborated before, and that matter is very important to both of them.
The location seems to be Nanyang? I glanced at the two of them suspiciously. They were not talking about this topic. I thought it had nothing to do with me anyway, and I felt sick when asked.
Da Hao had already raised the rope outside. He stood on the bow with a black face and shouted: "The Titanic sets sail—"
Zhao Feng kicked his fat buttocks and got him off the bow: "Please pay attention to your mouth! This guardrail has long been rusted into slag and you want to drown? You still set sail, do you have a sail?! I think you are the Titanium."
The sail has long since become scum.
This is really a scene that is too magical. A ship that was tattered and broken decades ago, like a ghost ship, reveals the atmosphere of decay and ruin everywhere, sailing in the dark in the underground river that is thousands of meters underground.
Lighting is indeed an insurmountable problem. You can only put a cold light bomb at a distance. If you can use the built-in xenon headlights, you can use the xenon headlights.
In any case, the ship moved.
In the dark, the ship swayed at a very slow speed. According to Chen Qiyong, it had reached the fastest speed. After all, it was decades of old age. It is fortunate for people to be able to move, and naturally they do not demand speed.
Li Yuanyi also asked everyone to prepare diving equipment to prevent the broken ship from disintegrating in place. After all, the deck of this ship is full of seams, the hull is rusty to the point of slag, and there is creaking everywhere. The loudest is the four-stroke diesel engine in the cabin. Listening to this movement, you just need to shake the ship apart.
After several hours of treacherous sailing, we got closer and closer to the giant peek in the heart of the river. In the end, without the help of cold light bombs, only the swaying xenon headlights hung on the bow of the ship, you can vaguely see the majestic outlines of the two mountain peaks in the darkness in the distance.
Towering straight into the air, silently in the dark. If it is on the ground, I think there will be clouds and mist on its toes.
"Captain! Should we turn away!" Li Yuan shouted to the cockpit.
The sound of water came faintly, the sound of water waves beating against the embankment. Although the hot wind has gradually weakened at some time, the water waves are still there.
Chen Qiyong was silent, dangling a cigarette and slowly turning the boat off its head. He walked around his feet and drew on his calf.
After all, this foot is really too high. It is impossible to climb with climbing ropes. Monkey King has to be crushed underground. Although the calf is like a stretch of mountains, it is easier to get on the shore.
The back part of the ground glimpse's body is sunk in the water, so there is no shading or anything on the water for us to transit, and finally we have to climb directly from the deck.
Seeing this glimpse of the calf getting closer and closer, breaking through the fog in the light of the light, and gradually appearing in our field of vision. He heard a click, the hull shook violently, and everyone staggered.
Then came deathly silence.
The roar of the diesel engine disappeared, and the ship stopped on the water and did not move forward.
Dahao screamed like a pig: "It's over, the Titanyma is sinking!"
I don't know what happened, but the hull has begun to roll over. I pulled Chongyang over: "I'm ready, there is no rose."
Chongyang sorted out some diving equipment such as scuba goggles and fins from the equipment bag: "Ready."
When the others were still in a hurry, Chongyang and I were standing on the bow of the ship and were ready to go directly into the water.
The Titanic would be so efficient. (End of this chapter)