After all the other officers left, Ling Fan did not leave and squatted down.
Bang!
He punched the ground and said in a muffled voice: "Wenzi, are you talking about Brother Ling too useless? Dongzi is not here, I feel like I am missing a backbone. I can't even make any decisions!"
When Gu Wen heard this, he smiled bitterly and sighed: "Brother Ling, I am like you. When Dongzi was there, I felt that the sky was not afraid of the earth, but now I am afraid, and I want to cry."
Ling Fan sucked his nose and said with a strong nasal voice: "What did Dongzi wander outside? Xiaobao's surgery must have been completed long ago. Why didn't he come back quickly?"
"Yes, why haven't Dongzi brought Xiaobao back yet?" Gu Wen also sighed.
In fact, both Ling Fan and Gu Wen were worried about Xiaobao's surgery.
Under natural disasters, not many doctors can survive, and not many can perform such surgery, and the medical equipment required for such surgery will definitely not be used. Yin Dong took Xiaobao to seek medical treatment, and the hope is really slim.
But they didn't dare to express their worries.
When talking about Xiaobao's surgery, Ling Fan and Gu Wen were not in the mood to speak again, and they left Hui Island together.
There are three transformed warships at the Baishan base, as well as some shipyards built a large number of wooden ships during this period. When the warships transported the people to the Devil's Bay, the wooden ships were filled with food and other daily necessities. They were pulled to Gray Island by the bay crocodiles and transported into the Gray Island Secret Land.
In addition, all the production equipment and instruments at the base, as long as they are modified and can be driven by energy blocks, were dismantled by the beast-controlling warriors and transported to the secret realm of Gray Island.
Before Ling Fan left, he went to the Secret Realm of Gray Island for the last time. General Zhong and Mr. Ling could not enter Gray Island, so they were waiting outside the island. Seeing him walking towards him with a sad face, he reached out and patted his shoulder.
General Zhong said: "Ling Fan, you should stay in the Secret Realm of Gray Island, Devil Bay, just have me there."
Mr. Ling didn't say anything, but the expression on his face also agreed. He hoped that Ling Fan could stay in the Secret Realm of Gray Island.
Everyone knows that the chance of surviving in the Secret Realm of Gray Island is higher than that in the Devil's Bay. Because of the strange spiritual energy of the Secret Realm of Gray Island, it's okay if you can't enter the Secret Realm of Gray Island. Like Ling Fan, you can obviously stay in the Secret Realm of Gray Island, but insist on going to the Devil's Bay, which is stupid.
Ling Fan wiped his face and said bluntly: "No need to persuade me. General Zhong, your military rank is higher than mine, but I am the highest commander of Baishan Base. At this time, I must die with the people at the base. If I am not here, the people will feel that if I abandon them, people will be unstable."
General Zhong no longer persuades him. At this time, people's hearts must not be confused!
Mr. Ling also sighed, "The safety of his grandson is important, but at such a dangerous moment, his grandson has no choice but to do so. He, a grandfather, cannot be held back!"
Suddenly, the old man thought of his great-grandson and asked, "Where is Xiaojun? He is still with your uncle in Dawan Village. Has anyone been to pick him up?"
Ling Fan said: "The people in Dawan Village have entered the underground maze dug by Dongzi. They don't go to Devil Bay, and Uncle Jiang will take them.
Then the boy went in with him. Uncle Master said that even if the base formation was broken, their safety would not be a problem, so I would not care about Xiaojun."
Mr. Ling frowned, wanted to say something, opened his mouth, and closed it again. In fact, he was also unsure of retreating into the Devil Bay and didn't know what the prospects were. Therefore, it might be safer to let Xiaojun stay in the underground maze of Dawan Village. Uncle Jiang is a great monk!
General Zhong couldn't help but ask: "Ling Fan, can't your uncle really help us maintain the base formation?"
Ling Fan smiled bitterly and said, "Uncle Master said that this formation is extremely exquisite, he can't even understand it, nor can he control it. Moreover, he also said that unless he controls the power of the same sect and origin as the formation, even if the formation master comes, he will be helpless. I was confused and understood that he cannot control this formation."
"I would have loved Dong Zi!" General Zhong couldn't help but sigh.
...
Yin Dong didn't know the situation at Baishan Base, and he didn't know that many people at the base were looking forward to his return. He was still practicing in the river while clearing out the water monsters in the river. It was not until the day Xiaobao had surgery that he stayed on the boat.
In the past few days, while the fleet was moving forward, Yin Dong took the time to take a team of crocodile warriors to the shore to collect a large amount of food.
Once, they discovered a bakery forest. The thick bread trees were actually floating, like sponges in the tree, storing a lot of water, and the roots were like bamboo whips and till the roots, piercing into the depths of the rocks, drawing water from the center of the earth. The fruits of this tree were actually like bread, baked and eaten, and the fragrance of bread.
Yin Dong and his friends dug up the entire baked forest and tied it around the edge of the ship, which could actually increase the buoyancy of the ship, which was also a surprise.
The roots of this bread tree are soaked in the river water, and the growth rate is significantly accelerated, and the bread fruits produced greatly alleviate the pressure on food reserves.
Yin Dong sat under the peppercorn on the public platform, hugged Qiuying and looked at the bread tree not far away. The fruits on the trees were dense, obviously much more than when they were on the shore.
"The fleet is not very far from the estuary, so I don't know if these bread trees can survive in the sea, and will the bread fruits they produce in the future be salty?" Qiu Ying also looked at the bread trees over there, a little worried.
Yin Dong glanced at her, reached out to smooth her frown brows, and whispered: "It's okay, the bread fruit has a salty flavor, just replenishes salt. The sea salt in this plant may be safer than the sea salt made in the sun."
"It makes sense!" Qiu Ying smiled, but her smile flashed and her pale face showed worries. She stopped and finally couldn't help saying, "Does Xiaobao's surgery take so long?"
While speaking, her eyes glanced at the wooden house below the peppercorn tree.
The pepper tree grew a lot in just a few days. Under the tree, a row of simple wooden houses were built, which was the infirmary of the fleet.
Xiaobao's surgery time is set this morning. Under normal circumstances, the operation time is two hours. It is already past five o'clock in the afternoon, but the operation has not been completed yet. Not to mention Qiu Ying is anxious, even Yin Dong will not be able to sink.
Stop it.
When Yin Dong heard Qiu Ying’s question, he frowned, but said: “This is a major operation, and it will take longer. Don’t worry. There is no news now, so it’s good news.”
Having said that, Yin Dong's heart was beating like a drum, pounding.
Chapter completed!