The difficulty of traveling through the jungle far exceeded Lorraine's imagination.

After the advance supply fleet was merged in the Trini River Bay, the landing troops finally solved the problem of shortage of capacity.

Every soldier can sit on the boat and flow up the river, no longer having to go deep into the jungle full of dangers, no longer having to use his own luck to challenge the appetites of terrifying beasts such as anacondas, jaguars and those brightly colored peerless poisonous insects.

But this does not mean that the next journey will be smooth sailing and rest assured.

During the dry season, the navigable environment of the San Juan River is worse than everyone expected.

The water depth at the estuary was two to three meters. When we arrived at the Trini River Bay, the river that suddenly widened was only a limited amount of more than one meter left.

If this depth is constantly challenging the draft limits of 10-meter and 15-meter levels, and there are slight changes in the riverbed, these crucial ships are likely to be stranded.

What's more, the river water rich in aquatic organisms is as green as oil and not clear. Even if the water is shallow, it cannot be seen to the end with the naked eye.

What is the condition of the riverbed? Does it meet the navigation standards?

All kinds of invisible and unknowable suspicion made the landing troops unable to escape from the state of fear and fighting. Not only did they not improve significantly in speed, but even their spirits gradually returned to the high-pressure state on the first day.

Nelson keenly noticed the team's concerns.

He discussed with Lorraine and Spencer and took on the heaviest responsibility as usual.

The marching queue was adjusted accordingly, and Nelson and his guards moved to Daliju, becoming the pioneer of the entire fleet.

As long as they are sailing, five sailors stand at the bow of the ship and radially explore the temporary additional poles underwater, 3 meters forward and 1 meter downward, just in line with the draft and steering distance between Dali and Cactus.

Behind Dali, the Cactus followed closely, followed by the previous fleet, controlled by Barto.

Lorraine and his Cang Qing Dewdrop fell to the end of the team, responsible for monitoring the almost impossible pursuit. He also had a new hopeful hand, the Living Saint who had completely completed the training, Spencer's adjutant, and the Army Lieutenant Freemanny.

Sleeping overnight in the river.

Today is the seventh day of going upstream, and the fleet marchs to the Bay of Rice.

Les Bay is a continuous bend in the middle of the San Juan River, and the water flows to wash out a tidal flat on both sides of the river.

During the flood season, the water flow here should be turbulent, otherwise the rainforest plants with such tenacious vitality would not have missed this nutrient-rich mud.

But now it is dry season.

The chaotic water flow was smooth and unwavering, rolling up mud smoke, and there was no trace of excitement.

Indigenous sailors say that this mudflat is a common drinking spot for rainforest animals and a natural hunting ground for American crocodiles.

This kind of predator often lies under the water and hides in caves. The natural protection of color and the habit of liking quiet make it extremely difficult for human eyes to distinguish them. But once they act, they will burst out with huge power and their speed is far beyond people's imagination.

For safety reasons, Lorraine suggested setting up the overnight stay on the river surface far away from the tidal flats, and wrapping all the boats with cables tightly to build a relatively stable floating island, with large ships outside and small boats inside.

This is to protect those fragile dinghys.

The full-loaded boat was very deep in draft? The freeboard was less than 20 cm from the water surface? The unobstructed state caused the people on the boat to lack protection. Once they were raided by predators, the 14 people on the boat did not even have room to hide.

Busy? It's midnight.

Most of the soldiers who were physically exhausted and mentally exhausted were already sleeping on the crowded boats.

The large ship will normally leave 4 to 6 people for nighttime? The small boat has neither space for nighttime, nor the crew can handle the duties.

Long-term nervousness makes them very tired? They can’t even open the lights when sleeping overnight? Only absolute darkness can give them a moment of breathing.

Lorraine was the total value star tonight. She walked around the island-like boat. He returned to the blue dewdrops and saw the lantern carrying a gun? Standing like a pine tree, Lieutenant Freemanny.

Take off the gun? Stop the ground, kick your legs, and stand up!

When Lieutenant Freemanny saw Lorraine come back, he suddenly raised his spirits and shouted in his moving voice that could seduce the parrot: "Hello, sir!"

Lorraine was almost shocked from the board.

He had a dark face? He flew up and landed on the deck: "Entitle Freemany..."

"Yes! Sir!"

"Whether it is subordinate or position, I am not your chief..."

"That's why I call it an adult? sir! This is worship and respect from the heart, which is completely different from the above and below the business respect? sir! Please give me a clear look, sir!"

Lorraine looked at him playfully: "It sounds like? You still haven't understood my preferences. Go to Bartoon again tomorrow, right? You need to go back to build it."

Freemanny's face changed drastically? His voice suddenly lowered sixteen degrees: "I...I'll go to observe the water surface now... Mr. President, don't let me feed mosquitoes..."

The training was not thorough enough...

Looking at Freemanny who was fleeing back to his post in a panic, Lorraine shook her head and climbed into the top cabin.

The blue dewdrops are a Bermuda Srup type with a characteristic Srup type rear deck cabin. The superstructure is only half a floor. Even if the blue dewdrops are raised, they only raise the roof of the cabin.

The traditional Srup-type upper cabin roof is independent, without a head or tail, and does not lean against the sides, like a box protruding on the deck.

The blue dewdrop adopts Bermuda's high-speed design, forming a fluid inclination angle horizontally against the side, and the stern end extends directly to the entire raised stern, making it have better windward performance.

Therefore, the cabin with blue dewdrops is more like the stern of a large ship. The top of the cabin is the rear deck, which is the spaciousest and most open-minded place on the entire ship.

Lorraine saw a graceful figure at the top of the cabin, wearing a coat and a hood, sitting in the direction of the river with one leg bent, looking silently at the confusing moonlight.

Henna...

Since Lucie's visit to Nelson, Lorraine and Henna have been in a strange cold war.

Lorraine Qi Henna locked the door without his consent. Henna... It was probably because Lorraine Qi accepted Nelson's invitation without thoroughly recuperating.

In short, the two of them have never spoken seriously since then.

When Mais Island was in the battle, the two did not communicate directly. They traveled to the coral kingdom behind them, and excavated the remains of the wreck, Henna was not even exposed.

They said a few words at the mouth of the San Juan River, but they parted in disagreement.

Since then, the two of them have even closed their most basic eye contact, like two close parallel lines, each independent and without interfering with each other.

Skirt! Woman!

Lorraine looked at the moonlight with disgust, walked to Henna with her head raised, took out the star-shaped shell he picked up at the bottom of the sea from her arms, stuffed it into Henna's palm.

Henna looked down in confusion.

Under the moonlight, the star shells shine with pearls, like a iridescent color plate with breathing, with light and shadow flowing, and light and darkness turning.

But all the beautiful things are just foils. In the center of the star shell, a dark red mark like ink became the end of all light and shadow, attracting all eyes.

"Is this...you carved it?"

“Born.”

Henna's eyes lit up, as bright as gemstones, brighter and brighter than the shining star shells and the bright white moonlight.

“Where did it come from?”

"I can't think of anyone else who visits the souvenirs in the Garden of Sea Gods... Anyway, go to bed early."

The topic seems to be over again.

Lorraine stood up depressedly, but he didn't speak, and Henna didn't speak.

Silence lingered away, Lorraine pressed the handle of the knife and turned around, and then took a step, suddenly she felt something grabbing his trouser legs.

"About that day..."

Henna's voice was as thin as a mosquito, and it was even worse than the mosquitoes in the rain forest.

"right……"

"Crocodile! The crocodile dragged Charles away!"

A sudden scream broke through the sky, and in the middle of the boat surrounded, a shrill scream erupted from the unprepared boat.

Lorraine was stunned.

In just a moment, he suddenly started, picked up the wind light hanging from the inner port and threw it towards the pitch-black boat.

The weak fire swayed in the air, hitting the head of an unknown unlucky bullet and extinguished in an instant.

Just before the fire went out, Lorraine saw at least 20 gray-brown narrow-kissed crocodiles rolling on the water, tangling and twisting like intertwined muscle fibers.

"Do not be sure..." Lorraine gritted her teeth and pulled out the knife, "Hena, go and notify Nelson and Spencer."

"Fremany, fire your gun and get in the fight!"
Chapter completed!