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Chapter 1609 Move on!

When the U.S. military was busy searching for and rescuing its two pilots, and was struggling to explain to their superiors the two expensive fighter planes that had crashed, the Sea Dragon Palace finally arrived at the junction of the Bering Strait and the Chukchi Sea.

At this time, on the Bering Strait, the cold wind howled, the weather was very gloomy, and the sky was already covered with snowflakes.

The weather forecast said that there will be a blizzard in the future, and many tourists and tourists will have to return to the station.

The temperature dropped by more than ten degrees, and it was almost too cold outside for people to stand on.

Even wrapped in a thick fur hat and one-piece down jacket, it was still unbearably cold.

In this situation, I am afraid that only the bravest tourists, the most ardent fans, and those who have the responsibility to stay will continue to stay outdoors.

On the American icebreaker, Associated Press reporter Wilder stared solemnly at the south, hoping to see the Dragon Palace on the sea.

Not long ago, the scene of those four American fighter planes flying with two strange flying objects made him have a bad association.

He always felt that he seemed to have missed a huge news.

He saw everything just now, but no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't figure out why that happened.

He was eager to know what happened, but at this moment, he was on the frozen sea, and the information was not smooth.

After several fighter planes flew over, the Sea Dragon Palace did not appear.

No one knows when it will arrive and where it is now.

This kind of waiting of not knowing when it will end is actually the most difficult thing.

And he was still worried that the weather would deteriorate further and he would not be able to take pictures of the Dragon Palace on the Sea, making his business trip this time completely a waste of time.

At this moment, the satellite phone in his hand rang.

"Yes, I'm Wilder, what did you say? Are you telling the truth? I don't... Hey, hey? Can you hear that? Hello? Say it again, what did you just say?"

The voice on the phone is intermittent.

The strong wind blew even harder, and Wilder could hardly stand still on the deck, but his mood, like the strong wind, could not be calmed down.

"What did you say on the phone?" Next to him, a black colleague struggled to hold the camera and asked him, "Can we go back?"

"The two F-35C just now... crashed." Wilder said.

"Oh... when can we go back?" The response from the black colleague was flat.

It seems that in the whole world, he only cares about whether he can leave this ghost place.

Wilder's heart was full of ups and downs.

In the end what happened?
If I can go to Sea Dragon Palace to interview, if I can see the first-hand information...

"Sir, we have been notified that we must start returning." An officer came out of the cabin and shouted in Wilder's ear, "A snowstorm is coming, we are going to the port to take shelter!"

"What?" Wilder didn't hear it, but felt a little unbelievable.

"The blizzard is too big, sir! We're going to the port for shelter!" the officer repeated loudly.

"Don't they need to hide?" Wilder pointed to the opposite side.

In the growing wind and snow, one can vaguely see that the icebreaker Yamor on the opposite side is still parked there steadily.

"Our boat is too small, sir," explained the officer with difficulty.

If they didn't want this big reporter to appeal for them, increase some funds, and replace their little broken ship, they wouldn't be so polite to Wilder.

After all, if you stay here for one more second, there will be a little more danger.

"Let's go! Go back! I don't want to stay in this damn place for a second!" Several colleagues yelled, and they were about to put away the camera. Wilder turned around helplessly, and planned to enter the cabin. , the air pressure in the vicinity changes.

"Om..." It seemed that something was pressing on the eardrum, making the eardrum buzz.

A beam of light shines from afar.

The penetrating yellow light pierced through the fog and heavy snow and shot straight into the distance.

Looking along the light, a gray shadow floated on the distant sea level, rapidly growing in size.

On the surface of the sea, the ice floes crowded and collided, making creaking sounds, and then the sound of booming water came from afar.

Like the humming of giants in the sea.

"coming!"

"Sea Dragon Palace is here!"

"My God, it's finally here!"

There were exclamations one after another, and Wilder shouted: "Camera! Quick! Quick!"

No matter how much they didn't want to work, those colleagues quickly set up their cameras and pointed them forward.

Visibility was very low in the snow and fog.

But this level of wind and snow, the Dragon Palace on the Sea is still clearly visible.

It is simply too big.

The gray silhouette and the stretched hard sail "wavy petals" are like some terrible monsters from the ancient times, approaching in the snowstorm.

On the opposite side, on the Yamor, Captain Dezhnyov took out his flagon again.

Just took it out from his bosom, and the moment he put it to his mouth, the flagon was already so cold that it seemed to be able to freeze his lips.

He stuffed the jug back with some annoyance, and stared at the Sea Dragon Palace in front of him.

Here, most of the sea is still floating ice, and in front of it is the completely frozen ocean.

The thick ice, which never seemed to melt, was strong enough to trap any ship like a worm in amber.

Even Captain Dezhnyov would not command his Yamor to enter the icy Arctic Ocean at such a time.

Here, this narrow pass separates the Pacific Ocean from the Arctic Ocean, and the temperature of the sea water is completely different.

He really wanted to know how Sea Dragon Palace would deal with such a blizzard, such an Arctic Ocean, such a world of ice and snow!

"These nasty guys should stop, I don't want to rescue them in such a ghostly weather!" Captain Dezhnyov muttered, "Stop! Stop!"

Even if he is the captain of the Yamor, he doesn't like sailing through ice at all.

Sailing through the ice, constantly tilting the bow to crack the ice on the sea, it feels like playing a pirate ship, even the most experienced sailors will be dizzy.

Especially when the ice is so thick that it takes a lot of force to fracture it.

He didn't like that feeling at all.

As if hearing his voice, Sea Dragon Palace seemed to slow down.

In the Dragon Palace on the Sea, Wang Guanshan turned his head to look at Gu Xiaobai: "Xiaobai, I read that the weather forecast said that there will be a huge snowstorm in the future. Do we really want to continue?"

Gu Xiaobai did not speak, closed his eyes, and covered his ears with both hands.

Everyone in the cabin held their breath.

As early as when they were still on the Zhongjun, they had seen Gu Xiaobai's ability to track storms and play with typhoons with his voice.

A few seconds later, Gu Xiaobai said: "Turn on the auxiliary power and move on!"

"Yes!" Wang Guanshan replied, "Go ahead!"

(End of this chapter)