Chapter 587:

"Back!" Li Bady shouted, "Guys!" He shook them, pushing them roughly back into the fourth and final compartment. Like automata, they dragged into it weakly. The torpedo said lightly to Salolson:
"Get back those jars of food. Hurry up! Do we need to store anything here?! Captain! Is there anything?"
The captain looked at him blankly. Then, I learned that his throat made a harsh sound. "Nothing needed. This is the end. The last compartment. Finished!"
"Cheer up!" Li Badi cried. "Come on, Salolson-there is still a chance. Do we need anything here?"
"Wear sea suits in these lockers."
Lee Bad Torrance turned around and quickly opened the locker. He took out his heavy clothes and cried:
"You bring that food back. Then come and help me."
But when he was working, in the corner of his eye, he could see the ominous preparations in the water-filled compartment-the SEAL raised the torpedo and guided the torpedo back to the far end. Make it stable. Li Huai determined that the door can only withstand two to three blows at most. This means two or three minutes, but all sea suits must return to the fourth cabin!
He was tortured at work. For him, the situation is as bad as the man who lived under the submarine for a month. The toxic and dirty air tortured him greatly. What breath did he pay for the pain. But there are more strength and fresher muscles stored in his body. He burdened his body very heavily.
Lee Bad Torrance was panting heavily, his head seemed to be about to split, he stumbled into the last room full of sea suits. He smashed them into a pile on his feet, and then forced himself to shrink back. Another trip; another...
Without the help of scientists and scientists, this would never be possible. The help they provided was meager and slow, but sufficient. The fifth time to take on the heavy responsibility, hearing every second he expected in all the short, painful minutes: sharp, frayed cracks and subsequent reverberation. He glanced around and saw that the torpedo fell onto the deck of the second compartment and the sealer quickly lifted it again, and there was a slender but sure strip on the four angles of the door.
But the last set of clothes entered the fourth compartment, the connecting door was closed, carefully locked and bolted. The work of removing clothes has been achieved, but what should we do now?
Panting and exhausted, Li Huai forced his mind to ask this question. He attacked the issue from all directions, but was nowhere to be found. During the long period of imprisonment, everything seemed to have been tried but failed. Nothing. Yes, he has his torpedo and a nitro gun with 19 magazines. But what's the use of shells? Even if everyone occupies one of the SEALs, there will still be a group of people.
There are also sea suits. He fought for them and saved them, but what can he use them for? Go out and lead a desperate final assault into the ice cave above? Died in minutes!
There is no hope anymore. No fighter will even be. It is clear that these sealed creatures, the strange seeds of Arctic ice, have been trapped in the skin. On the mysteriously missing ship, her name disappeared. And he, Lee Bad Torrance, will be considered a lunatic who seeks suicide and finds suicide.
Among the 21 survivors Perry officials and staff, only a dozen people are willing to watch the inevitable progress. The rest were lying on the deck of the rear compartment in different positions, with no signs of life, only the tossing shallow breathless air, and occasionally convulsions in the throat and chest, because they tried to live with the deadly, invisible The enemy fights. Slowly strangled them.
Lee Bad Torrance, Salolson, scientists, Lawson and some others were pressed on the last watertight door, peeping at the quartz, and systematically attacked the door of the sea creatures leading to the third cabin. Smash it straight and hard; another final smash-the torpedo pushed into a series of cold, green water vans again, quickly grabbing the attacker from behind to the control room. These creatures become more and more bold. More and more people entered the submarine. Soon, every open carriage was filled with a graceful brown car body that slowly rotated from deck to ceiling. The countless wheels, levers and instruments were carefully checked, and the pale ones were checked in turn. Dilapidated faces, blank eyes staring at them through the only remaining door.
There is no further retreat now. Only water and droves shuttled back and forth behind. Wherever the water and seal hunters are, they are above, above, on the side and behind. The crew of the submarine was trapped in a transparent cell, waiting for the end.
Many, and he can use his throbbing head and body choking, Lee Badis Torrance followed this meeting so that he had nowhere to go, but it was the only way to open. He carefully counted everything he could contend with.
There are sea suits for men. Each suit has one hour of artificial air, but the air is abundant. Two port locks, on each side of the stern compartment. Torpedo with gun and nineteen rounds. no others? There seemed to be vaguely remembered something in his mind...something that might be useful...but he didn't remember it. He experienced the pain of slow strangulation and drove all his things time and time again, except for the painful consciousness, his thoughts of escape. But there are other things-maybe this is the key. Perhaps if he only remembered what it was, whether it was a tangible thing or a past thought just a few hours ago, the way out would suddenly appear.
But he can't remember. He has a sea suit, a port lock and a torpedo: what possible patterns can he weave to bring salvation?
No, nothing. Not even a beam can be untied in time to support the last door. There is no way to extend this final position!
Beside Li Badi, Lawson's nervous and panting voice whispered:
"Prepare. Now soon. It's all over."
The remaining five SEALs all left the third compartment and gathered with the group of submarines that were constantly swimming outside. The remaining five people are the staff of the battering ram. They carefully planned their movement, aimed their bodies at the torpedo, lifted it up and steadily drilled back to the far end of the compartment. They stayed there for a while, but looking at the person's voice made people look forward to it.
As one, the five seal creatures charged forward with burden.
collapse! And the dull reverberation below.
The last attack has already begun.
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Lee Bad Torrance's dull and desperate gaze swept across the carriage he was standing in. The characters stretched out on the deck, panting, panting, strangling people, and they were waiting for death in pain. His head sank, and he wiped the soreness on his forehead with wet hands. There is nothing more than waiting-waiting for the end-waiting for the moment when the patient tribe outside is waiting for victory in the sea, when the soft body inside will be torn and shattered....
The dragging sound lifted his eyes tiredly to one side. A crew member lying on the deck painfully drags his body to a row of lockers on the side of the carriage. The man's eyes focused on the locker.
Li Badi stared at his progress without thinking, he forced himself to crawl past his body inch by inch. He saw him reach the locker and lay there panting for a while. He saw a clenched arm almost stretched to a hook on a locker, and the man complained like a child for lack of quick success.
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