I created Qin Tianjian in modern times

It seemed as if there were countless sharp knives hidden in the wind, blowing so hard that it hurt people's faces.

The roar of thunder is like the roar of hell.

Standing in this doomsday-like scene, Lin Shaoqi was anxious and angry.

He looked up at the sky fiercely, took off his hat, pointed at the sky and shouted:

"Oh my God, is there really no way out for me?"

Such a cry naturally received no response, and in fact it was just a useless vent for Lin Shaoqi.

He couldn't bear to see the people being hurt again, but in the face of nature, human power seemed so insignificant.

Those weapons that humans are proud of are useless in the face of natural forces.

As disaster approaches, it seems that humans have no choice but to wait helplessly for the verdict of fate.

There was an inexplicable salty smell in the air. Due to the typhoon, severe tsunamis could occur at any time in Yingkou and Haicheng areas.

First there was an earthquake, then a typhoon, and maybe a tsunami next. It was as if God was playing a cruel joke on them, vowing to wipe out these two cities completely.

Lin Shaoqi urgently arranged to provide the victims with the greatest possible protection, but he knew very well that this action would not change anything.

However, Lin Shaoqi was unwilling to watch the people he had rescued with great difficulty being judged by fate again.

For a while, Yingkou and Haicheng became the focus of attention of the entire top leadership.

The severe storm warning issued by the Meteorological Bureau was quickly transmitted to the top government officials through the General Meteorological Administration.

For a time, everyone who learned the news was worried for the people of the two cities.

It should have been a prosperous new year, but unexpectedly, rare and severe natural disasters broke out in Yingkou and Haicheng areas in a short period of time.

After the earthquake, Haicheng and Yingkou were already crumbling, with ruins all around.

The rescue operation has not been completed yet, and most of the victims have not even been evacuated, yet they have to face such a high-intensity disaster again.

People's hearts are filled with an unprecedented sense of powerlessness.

"Rumble..."

Every thunder was accompanied by gusts of wind that swept up the ruins on the ground, with flying sand and rocks covering the sky.

Lin Shaoqi stood in the wind and sand, giving orders loudly.

He firmly implemented the military's philosophy and never gave up on any of his people no matter what happened.

A battle between humans and nature, quietly filled with smoke...

At the same time, the team members arrived at the edge of the sea. The wind was raging and the waves were like giant beasts ready to devour everything.

On the coast, the fishing boats were hit by huge waves, like helpless leaves, and could only drift with the flow.

"What's going on? Why is the wind suddenly so strong?" Zhu Qingyang frowned, full of confusion.

It was calm when I came here just now, how come it suddenly became dark and full of flying sand and rocks?

Han Feng looked at the sea with a serious expression. The sky in the distance merged with the sea, looking terrifyingly gloomy.

The sea was surging and the wind was howling, causing an irrepressible fear to surge in people's hearts.

"Do you smell anything?" Han Feng suddenly asked, and the team members were all stunned.

Then, Han Feng frowned and said, "From just now, the fishy smell in the air has become stronger and stronger..."

The team members nodded in agreement after hearing this. After Han Feng's reminder, they also realized this.

At first there was only a faint fishy stench, but now in the strong wind, the smell became more pungent, even making people feel nauseous.

But this smell is very special, not the usual fishy smell of fish or shrimp. It is extremely pungent and cannot be ignored.

Pan Zi frowned and said, "I once encountered a stranded whale when I was on a mission. The smell made me unable to eat for a week. But the smell of that behemoth was not half as bad as this one. Where does this smell come from?"

Yang Xueli's eyes fell on the fishermen's wooden house not far away, and then she pointed there and said, "Why don't we go ask the fishermen over there? They may know something..."

The team members walked along the beach towards the wooden houses. Some of the wooden houses had collapsed, and the remaining ones looked very flimsy, obviously temporarily built after the disaster.

In addition, this place seems to be far away from the epicenter, so the disaster situation is not too serious.

When the team members approached, they saw some fishermen in simple clothes. They were braving the strong wind, holding tools in their hands, and urgently reinforcing the foundation of the wooden house, fearing that the makeshift wooden house could not withstand the typhoon.

While the fishermen were building the village, they complained in dissatisfaction, saying that God was really going to kill them all.

The team members walked into the fishing village, but the fishermen obviously had no time to talk to them as they were all busy.

"Go and help first, we'll talk later..." After Han Feng gave the order, the team members quickly dispersed to help the fishermen reinforce their houses and transport food.

The fishermen were a little confused at first, but they felt relieved when they saw the military uniforms on the team members.

At any time, this outfit can bring people an irreplaceable sense of security.

With the help of the team members, the people of the fishing village finally completed the urgent reinforcement and repair work. Therefore, the fishermen introduced the team members to the village chief.

The village chief is an elderly man with dark skin due to years of exposure to the sun. His fingers are covered with thick calluses, and it is obvious that he has been engaged in physical labor for many years.

Led by the village chief, the team members came to a wooden house. Although the house was small, it was filled with the village chief's belongings. This was his only home after the disaster.

After arranging the team members to sit down, the village chief sealed the house and poured a cup of hot tea for each person. Although it was called hot tea, in fact, there were only one or two tea leaves floating in each person's cup.

The wooden house was extremely simple, and even the bed was just a wooden frame covered with straw.

"Comrades, thanks to you for helping to reinforce the house. Otherwise, we might not be able to survive this storm on our own." The village chief sat down slowly, the firelight reflecting the wrinkles on his face.

Han Feng looked at the village chief and asked in confusion: "Village chief, why are there only old people in the village? Where have all the young people gone?"

This question seemed to touch the old man's sorrow. He sighed deeply, and the last ray of light in his cloudy eyes seemed to go out.

"The young people have all gone to the city to support national development and to engage in the glory of labor. The old guys like us are left, and we usually go fishing and dry our nets, so we have a leisurely life. But when the earthquake struck, although our village is relatively far away from the earthquake, it was still affected. The earthquake triggered a tsunami, and our village was also destroyed. The houses you see were all built by our comrades. We thought everything would be over, but God was blind and another storm came."

At this point, the old man sighed deeply, and then said sadly: "This is also our fault. We did not offer sacrifices to the Dragon King this year, which angered the Dragon King. This is why there are so many disasters..."

The old man's words puzzled the team members. "Village chief, what is the Dragon King sacrifice you are talking about?" Yang Xueli asked.

The village chief drank a sip of hot tea and slowly said, "Every year, our village holds a Dragon King sacrifice. This is a rule passed down from our ancestors. On this day, we will slaughter pigs and sheep, invite the gods to pray for good weather and no sea disasters in the coming year. But you also know that the sacrificial ceremony has been cancelled in recent years. But we old bones still perform sacrifices privately every year. But this year, a logging camp was built on the mountain, and the place for sacrifices was gone. As a result, there were many disasters. It must be that the Dragon King was angry." The old man's words reached the ears of the team members, but they did not take it too seriously. They knew very well that there were no dragons in the world anymore, so how could there be the so-called anger of the Dragon King?

Judging from the expressions of the team members, the village chief had obviously misunderstood: "You must think that what an old man like me said is feudal superstition. But you don't know that there are really dragons in our area. I have even heard the roar of a dragon with my own ears. The sound is like that of an ox or a tiger, like a bell or a chime. There is really a Dragon King in this place. These storms and earthquakes are the wrath of the Dragon King. We have no choice but to bear it..."

Having said that, the old man stood up and slowly walked towards the inner room, as if he wanted to prepare some food for the team members.

Looking at the village chief's back, Pan Zi lowered his voice and asked, "Is what the village chief said true? The dragon's roar he described seems real..."

Facing Pan Zi's question, Han Feng pondered for a moment and said, "It's impossible. Dragons in the sky go into the mountains, dragons in the sea go into the water, and there are no real dragons in the world for a hundred years. But the strange thing is that the village chief said he heard a dragon roar, and it sounded exactly like a real dragon. This is what I am most confused about. If the old man didn't hear it with his own ears, how could he describe the dragon's roar so clearly?"

Han Feng's doubts made sense, and the team members also felt confused and at a loss.

Just then, the old man came out with a plate of snacks.

Although his life was not affluent and he relied on fishing for a living every day, in order to entertain the team members, the old man still took out the snacks that he was reluctant to enjoy at home.

Looking at the snacks in front of them, none of the team members reached out to take them.

Zhu Qingyang looked at the old man with a puzzled look on his face and asked:

"Village Chief, why are you so sure that these things are caused by the Dragon King's anger?
Is it because you heard the so-called dragon roar? "

Hearing this, the old man's face suddenly changed. He walked to the door carefully, opened it and looked outside. After making sure that no one was there, he closed the door mysteriously and said to the team members in a low voice:
“I’ve never told anyone about this, but since you asked, I’ll tell you.

Just a few days ago, there was a heavy fog on the sea. It was the middle of the night. As you know, in our small fishing village, we only have a public toilet outside.

In the middle of the night that day, I suddenly wanted to go to the bathroom. When I went out, I saw that the sea was covered with thick fog, and there was a fishy smell in the fog.

That day, I heard the roar of a dragon, and more importantly...

I saw a huge figure vaguely in the white mist on the sea.

Although the figure flashed by, I am sure I saw it. "

Upon hearing this, the team members stood up and asked almost at the same time:
"Village Chief, when did you see it?"

The village chief thought for a moment, then spoke to the team members word by word:
"I can't remember the exact time, but there was an earthquake the next day..."

The village chief’s words shocked the team members.

Their eyes widened, and they suddenly realized a possibility...

Could it be that this earthquake and storm are related to the figure the village chief saw in the white fog?

Is that really a dragon? Or did the village chief see it wrong?

The clues the team members currently have do not allow them to make a clear judgment on this.

But the team members vaguely felt that their investigation was necessary.

After a while, Han Feng looked at the village chief and asked:

"Village leader, we won't bother you any more here. Can you lend us a fishing boat?"

Hearing this, the village chief's eyes were full of surprise. He pointed out the window and said in disbelief:
"Don't you see that the storm outside is getting stronger and stronger? Going out to sea at this time is seeking death.

Not to mention our small fishing boat, even cargo ships wouldn't dare to go out to sea in this kind of weather!"

How could the team members not know this, but they made this decision because they realized that the formation of this storm might not be a natural phenomenon.

The village chief mentioned that they saw a strange giant shadow in the middle of the night. Although the team members did not think it was a real dragon, they had to find out what it was.

Moreover, an earthquake occurred right after the giant shadow appeared, which was too much of a coincidence.

The team members felt that... there must be something wrong with this matter...

"Village Chief, don't worry about other things. We just want to borrow a fishing boat. Please help us..."

When the team members said this, they were not making a request as members of the 788 Exploration Team, but as juniors to the elders who cared about them.

Hearing this, the village chief waved his hands repeatedly. He had been fishing at the seaside for many years, so how could he not know the danger?
Many fishermen who are familiar with the water dare not go out to sea on windy days, let alone such a catastrophic typhoon.

"I can't just watch you guys die. I absolutely can't do this. How am I going to explain myself if something goes wrong?"

The village chief waved his hands repeatedly, and the team members saw this and decided not to make things difficult for him anymore.

After sitting for a while, he left.

When they walked out the door, it was raining heavily. The village chief tried to keep them, but the team members still left.

The village chief could only stand at the door worriedly and watch the team members leave.

But soon, he discovered that the team members did not leave, but walked towards where the fishing boats were moored.

Suddenly, the village chief realized what the team members wanted to do. He didn't care about getting wet in the rain and ran out quickly:
"Don't be impulsive. You must not go out to sea at this time!"

However, at this time, Han Feng had already given the order, and the team members jumped onto the fishing boat one after another. Zhang Qilin cut the cable with one knife, and the team members worked together to drive the fishing boat away from the anchorage.

The village chief ran to the beach anxiously and shouted desperately, but the team members had already made up their minds and headed towards the sea against the wind and rain.

The villagers who heard the news asked anxiously:

"Village chief, what happened? What are you doing out in such a heavy rain?"

The village chief pointed anxiously at the fishing boat that was gradually sailing away:
"They are going out to sea in this weather. Aren't they going to die? Hurry and chase them back..."

But it's easier said than done. Which of these villagers would dare to go out to sea in such weather?

The small fishing boat could not withstand such wind and waves, and it would probably never come back.

Fortunately, a villager reacted quickly and said:
“Hurry up and find the military base and ask them to send rescue personnel as soon as possible.

If it’s any later, it might be too late…”

This reminded the other villagers, and they all ran away.

Watching the fishing boats gradually disappearing in the fog, the village chief became increasingly uneasy.

...(End of chapter)