Chapter 255: Deadly Dawn (25)

Silence around, the smoke covered the river, the dock, and the trestle.
The two cargo ships were burning in the estuary, causing the yellow tongue to jump in the thick fog, as if the entire world had become gaseous.
Shuaike asked them to wait, Ford, Kbis, the two soldiers and the silent girl.
They hid in a crew house overlooking the river bank. They were all armed. Except for the girl, she had never said a word or looked at anyone.
Shuak hid the gun behind him and hid behind a loading shed.
In the past, he used to come to the market at the Reed Port. Although most of the estuary is occupied by industrial facilities, there will always be fresh seafood. Hundreds of boats are crowded between large transport ships and floating in many docks And the embankment.
But now, it's a mess here.
More than one huge wave swept fishing boats into the street, smashing them into houses and factories, crushing bones and bones, and covering the road with a layer of garbage and debris.
The stagnant water is even worse, it is like brown grease, where corpses float, thousands of corpses clog the port, piled up under the trestle, and are gathered up by the surging tide like abandoned waste.
This place is full of the smell of death-death soaked in sewage.
Shuak sat down and opened his kit. He took out a few things he had rescued from the bedroom and spread them out on a shabby box to sort it out.
There is a small tin box, a tin box containing coarse tobacco leaves.
He hasn't smoked for a long time, he used to smoke on the battlefield.
Opening the tin box, he smelled the smell of tobacco accumulating inside, then poured the small cloth bag in his hand and opened it.
It's exactly the same in his memory. A small silver compass and a black pendulum.
Well, they seem to be made of silver and obsidian, and he has never corrected the person who said that, that obsidian hangs on a slender silver chain, and he has not used these objects for many years- It has been more than ten years, but the smooth black sphere at the end of the silver chain is still warm.
The compass is made in the form of a human skull. This is a delicate handicraft of thumb size. The skull is slightly slender and slightly exceeds the standard ratio of humans, implying that it is not based on human skulls.
The skull is actually a box, which is opened along the outline of the lower jaw by a micro hinge, revealing the upper jaw as the dial. The inscription on the edge of the compass is extremely small and fine. It needs a watchmaker's magnifying glass to see it. Of course, this Shuike also has.
As he moved the compass, the black and gold hands moved briskly.
He lowered it, facing north, watching the hands tremble.
Shuak took a small notepad from his bag and opened a new page.
The old handwriting has filled more than half of the pages. He took out the pen attached to the notepad, pulled out the cap, and wrote down the date and place.
It took a few minutes. He lifted the silver chain and let the pendulum swing slowly over the compass. He repeated this process several times and neatly recorded the angle and direction of each swing of the pendulum, as well as the compass needle shaking The way.
He calculated the corresponding position and wrote it down.
Then he turned to the last page of the notepad, spread out a sheet of yellowed paper that was folded and stuck to the back cover, and began to study the chart above.
This is a transcript left by his mysterious ancestor, a copy of the chart that was written before the birth of human civilization.
His old handwriting is very different from today's, and the chart shows a wind direction chart with basic orientation, which is a wonderful mystery put into writing.
Shuaikesi thought about the two forces in the showdown in Cusconal and realized that they had something in common. They had the same view on one thing, at least some of them.
"Go west..."
As he expected, they needed a boat.
Shuaike carefully collected these things as before, checked his gun, and then set off to find others.
"This one?"
Ren looked at the dinghy suspiciously.
"Hurry up,"
Shuike greeted everyone.
The dinghy is a fishing boat, enough to carry a dozen people, its slender body, and a covered cabin.
"Where are we going?"
Kebis asked, but was a man who jumped on board.
"Leave here."
Shuaike took this time to move some boxes onto the ship.
"Go far, go west."
"what?"
"Northwest to the northwest."
"why?"
Rennes still has so many problems.
"Because we have to go over there to help me move the boxes."
They turned over the boxes in the crew’s house and found some cans, brown bread wrapped in oil paper, and medical supplies and other useful things. Kraft and Ford took four buckets to the water tank near the port to pick them up. Drinking water.
"Are we going to row a boat?"
Ren glanced at the oar on the ship. .
"Yes, but we can't make a sound."
"I don't want to draw."
"I didn't let you row, boy, we have Ford~EbookFREE.me~ He won't be tired."
This young man, Rennes, gradually became restless.
Shuaike could see that they were all very nervous. Except for Anne, she was sitting on a bollard and looking at the body in the water.
Gunshots were heard from the inland streets of the port, as well as the sound of heavy objects moving and wild howling.
But Shuike knew they were not beasts.
"Go get the water for your friend."
Shuaike finished talking, and then drilled into the cabin to check whether there was any excess.
Renn walked along the beach towards the water tank, and the wind blew across the pier with black smoke, and he coughed.
He didn't even think about Irene, not at all.
However, she suddenly appeared and appeared in front of him, as if appearing from the smoke.
She smiled, she had never been so beautiful in his eyes.
"I've been looking for you, Ren."
She dinged softly and came towards him.
"I thought I would never see you again."
Ryan was speechless, he opened his arms and walked towards her with tears.
Kafka, by the water tank, looked up, he saw Renne standing at the end of the road, he saw what he was doing.
"Ryan!"
Little Kafka shouted.
"Ryan, don't! Don't!"
He was about to rush, but was suddenly blocked by someone.
Someone appeared on the pier, some appeared from the smoke, they were fierce and dirty, wearing Tsing Yi.
They are skinny, as if they are malnourished, they have guns, they have short knives made of corroded metal.
The gun leaned against the water tank, but he had to withdraw, and he couldn't get the weapon.
The rebels laughed at him and approached him.
"kill him."
Creed Foster was the last to show up from the thick fog and immediately gave his order.