Raising an island tortoise in the apocalypse

Cao Langli crushed the cigarette butt with her toes, wrapped her white fluffy coat tightly, stretched out her hand and pushed open the wooden door that creaked in the strong wind, and came to the open space in front of the house.

The whistling cold wind wrapped palm-sized snowflakes on her haggard sallow face like a knife. Cao Langli silently raised her hand to catch a tuft of dandelion fluff that was blown away, quietly watching this small island .

This small island is only as big as a high school campus, but it is a paradise for more than 1000 people living in the vast ocean.

Residents affectionately call it "Fukushima". Firstly, they want to give their homeland an auspicious name. Secondly, this is a homonym for its real appearance.

Fukushima is an island floating in the sky.

Before the end of the world, Fukushima was just an inconspicuous flat hillside. Every year in late spring and early summer, dandelions all over the mountains and plains would cover it with a fluffy white blanket.

However, this year's dandelions unexpectedly produced snow-white pappus during the Spring Festival, and the plants grew bigger and bigger, and some even grew to the height of two or three people, which attracted the amazement of the surrounding villagers.

In just three or four days, this small hillside was occupied by crowds who joined in the fun. Everyone came to check in and take pictures, or marveled or laughed, completely oblivious to the trembling of the ground under their feet.

Until a brat struggled to tear down a dandelion the size of an umbrella, before he had time to show off his new toy, he was floated into the air by the sudden lift.

At this time, the shocked crowd reacted.

The hillside under their feet was already more than ten meters above the ground before they knew it.

And this is not the most frightening thing, right now in the south, a wall of ink-colored water is rushing forward here...

Cao Langli recalled the scene of the end of the world, and then looked at the island now scattered with dandelions, after all, he sighed deeply.

The extra life they picked up was only half a year?

While she was lamenting, the wind intensified, blowing large fluffs of dandelions into the sea.

Cao Langli's expression changed, and she turned her head to see He Feng who hurried over.

"It's not good, boss! The wind is getting stronger and stronger, and we may not even be able to survive tonight!" He Feng's face was very pale, and his voice trembled slightly, "If the wind is stronger, I'm afraid that Fukushima will fall directly... "

Cao Langli walked to the edge of the island with a stiff face, looking down at the dark sea below her.

They all know in their hearts that when the contact area is large enough, the reaction force brought by the water surface will not be much worse than that of the hard ground.

Such a large island, falling directly from high altitude, can only be torn apart, and the people on the island, in the vast ocean with nothing to rely on, can only end up with death.

Residents huddled together in fear, shivering on the increasingly unstable Fukushima.

Cao Langli clenched her back teeth tightly, and the line of her jaw became more and more sharp: "It's too late to make a boat...how about escaping directly? How about jumping directly with the wooden plank in your arms? What is the probability of survival?"

He Feng didn't speak, just shook his head.

Subzero temperatures, rough waves, and endless seas.

Relying on simple floating objects alone, the probability of survival is basically zero.

The wrinkles between Cao Langli's brows became more and more profound, she closed her eyes, she couldn't do it, she still wanted to live, they were willing to pay any price, even if they could only live for one more second.

Any price... She suddenly thought of something, opened her eyes suddenly, and asked in a deep voice: "Throw away all the unnecessary things on the island, how long can you last?"

He Feng had never calculated such an equation in his life, but at a critical juncture, rough figures still came to mind in an instant.

"About two or three hours..."

"Throw!" Cao Langli threw a word from her chest without hesitation. She knew exactly what this word meant. It meant that the achievements of the island people's hard work for more than half a year and the guarantee of the future would be thrown away.

But if there is no future, where is the guarantee?

After the order was delivered, none of the residents objected. They just froze in place for a while, their eyes full of regret and reluctance, but their expression was extremely firm.

The messy Fukushima got busy silently.

The house built with hard work from materials floating from the sea, the abundant fresh water hoarded, and the precious equipment found by luck were all dismantled, transported, thrown out of the island, and fell into the dark sea.

On the flat island, only clumps of huge dandelions remained, swaying and firm in the strong wind, reflected in pairs of praying and begging pupils.

It was as if God had heard people’s begging. At this time, the wind just started to stop. Fukushima, which threw a lot of weight, not only stopped falling, but slowly rose a lot, barely maintaining its balance at an altitude of more than 300 meters.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the emotions of surprise and rejoicing offset the reluctance to throw away their wealth. However, people only had time to let out a short laugh, and the next second, a more rampant hurricane swept in. Most of the few dandelions were blown away again, and the island suddenly fell for a certain distance, and gradually tilted in one direction.

The ear-piercing screams resounded across the sky, Cao Langli was stimulated by the instant fall and her heart beat wildly. She staggered and stood still. When she looked up, she suddenly opened her eyes wide and rushed forward in fear!

"Be careful—" A half-grown child came to the edge of the island at some point, unable to stand steadily due to the bumps, stumbling and about to fall from a high altitude.

Cao Langli almost flew to the edge of the soft ground, trying to straighten her right hand, but she could only reach a small piece of the child's clothing.

She stared blankly at the small figure that kept falling, and the broken snow-white fluff in her hand, and she was overwhelmed by an unprecedented sense of powerlessness.

There is no other way, let’s accept our fate, no matter how hard we try, we will all die...

This strong woman who had dominated the political world since she was young finally broke down. She clutched the grass roots on the ground tightly, let the cold tears flow down her cheeks, and knelt down on the ground with a blank mind.

At this time, a black shadow cast on her body, and the sound of flapping wings rang in Cao Langli's ears.

"You guys are big enough to work at heights without even taking protection?" Gu Ye flapped his wings, supported the terrified half-grown child in one hand, and looked at the high-altitude island with no guardrails in disapproval.

Gu Ye was startled by the child falling off the island, and wanted to be sarcastic. He accidentally caught sight of Cao Langli's empty eyes and winding tears, swallowed the sarcasm that had reached his mouth, and handed her the trembling and crying child : "He's fine, just scared, be careful next time."

Cao Langli took the child wordlessly, didn't even say a polite thank you, and even thought sarcastically in her heart, what's the use of saving it?It won't last long anyway.

Gu Ye didn't see her answering, and according to the usual process of friendly exchanges, he politely praised: "The scenery of your base is really good, and the air is very good living at such a high altitude."

"Watch the excitement from a distance. If you hurt yourself, the loss will outweigh the gain." Cao Langli closed her eyes, not wanting to explore whether the praise was genuine or false, and reminded lightly.

Gu Ye paused for a moment while retracting his wings, and asked suspiciously: "What are you watching? Our base is just here to do some business." He pointed to the sea below.

Cao Langli looked in the direction of his finger. At some point, an extremely large steel giant ship suddenly appeared on the boundless sea. At a glance, it almost occupied half of the sea surface. Looking down from a high altitude, the inside of the giant ship was hollow and densely packed with people. Shuttle and stay in it, many people are stopping and looking up at the direction of Fukushima.

She looked at the Huazhong in shock, and the sudden surge of hope caused Cao Langli to lose her composure for a moment. She almost scrambled and grabbed Gu Ye's clothes, begging with a trembling voice: "Please, help us, as long as you can save us!" We, you can do whatever you want!"

Before Gu Ye had time to ask what happened, another strong wind blew, and the island sank again.

He blinked at the bare dandelions, and said with a smile: "You mutant dandelions are still afraid of the wind?"

Listening to the desperate cries of the residents, Cao Langli was anxious and angry. She had no intention of making fun of him, and said angrily, "This is more than 300 lives. Are you just gloating like this?!"

Gu Ye even tried to shirk the waste of a few sets of clothes. How could she wear such a heavy hat? He lowered his eyes and estimated the distance between the island and the sea. He squeezed his chin and thought for a while, then waved his hand: "Nothing will happen. Yes, lucky for you, this function has only been completed for two days, so it’s a good time to try it now.”

As he spoke, he pinched the little yellow chicken in his pocket, and ordered: "Central China Base, activate c-form."

At the same time, the young man in the Huazhong cab received an order from another little yellow chicken, his eyes lit up with excitement, and he responded loudly: "Got it!"

The young man rubbed his hands, held back his excitement, and solemnly pressed the new red button on the console, and looked out the window.

Hami Melon's current speed was a bit behind that of Huazhong, and it took a while to gradually see Huazhong.

Yi Wei hunched his neck and stood on the head of the cantaloupe, squinting suspiciously at the Huazhong, which was parked on the empty sea.

It wasn't until the roar of a new type of engine came from a distance that he realized something and opened his eyes wide, only then did he see the crumbling island in midair.

The teammates on the cantaloupe all gathered around when they heard the roar of the Huazhong, jumping their feet in the cold, but their faces were still flushed with excitement, and tremblingly said: "Has it started yet?"

Yi Wei nodded, held his breath and looked intently.

In the distance, the steel shell of Huazhong was elongated and deformed. The high ship wall extended and closed to the side, changing from a fusiform hull to a flat diamond shape. The smooth metal shell completely enclosed the entire base.

Immediately afterwards, huge thrust was ejected from the four boosters below the Huazhong, and a layer of snow-white waves burst out around the hull. Under the extremely strong thrust, a sea surface with a diameter of several thousand meters was formed on the sea directly below the Huazhong. The powerful reaction force supported the Huazhong's slow rise from the sea.

The moment the Huazhong was actually vacated, the residents inside and the islanders on the cantaloupe burst into cheers instantly!

Success!The energy stone condensed in the disaster successfully lifted the extremely heavy Huazhong out of the sea and lifted it steadily into the air.

Cantaloupe floated up slightly to prevent the waves from hitting them. The dancing people glanced at Huazhong with a little envy.

【I want to fly too~】

Yi Wei heard it acting like a baby, and looked at his brother's oversized figure with some distress. This is very challenging, but the acting like a baby brother should be satisfied no matter what!

Yi Wei secretly clenched his fists with tears in his heart!

On Fukushima, Cao Langli and her residents were speechless, staring dumbfounded at the silver-gray spaceship that would appear in a sci-fi movie.

On the smooth and flat steel plate, the three big characters of Huazhong are printed on the most conspicuous part of the hull.

"Am I already dead? Am I dreaming? How is this possible..." He Feng looked at the three big characters without blinking and murmured.

At this time, Fukushima was shaking more and more violently, but Cao Langli and the others could no longer feel any fear. They watched eagerly the diamond-shaped spaceship slowly moving towards Fukushima, surrounded by a strong sense of security in their hearts.

Under the precise navigation of the little yellow chicken and the careful operation of the young man, the Huazhong rose directly below Fukushima, and slowly pushed Fukushima onto the smooth steel plate.

At this time, the last dandelions on Fukushima were almost blown away, and the island trembled dully, sitting firmly on the surface of the Huazhong, like a small petal was finally caught by a wide palm, and there was no need to worry about returning home. place.

Gu Ye raised his eyebrows and watched with satisfaction as the Huazhong caught Fukushima and then slowly lowered back to the surface of the sea.

The communication chicken in his hand was still reporting to him the situation in the cab.

"Transition time, 3 minutes and 2 seconds, take-off time, 15 minutes, total flight time, 23 minutes and 998 seconds, remaining energy... [-]"

Speaking of this, the young man in the cab was shocked. He also had an internship in Gu's Technology for a period of time, and he is very sensitive to this kind of energy consumption. After such a series of operations, it only consumes 02 energy. How much does this energy stone contain? energy? ?

Thinking of this, the young man glanced at the little yellow chicken on the console with a complicated expression. It was playing with a faint blue energy stone as a glass bead.

If he calculated correctly, there are enough energy stones in Huazhong's warehouse to fly continuously for three or four months.

And this reserve is only the result of two nights of overtime work by the little yellow chickens, which cost a total of fifty catties of white rice...

Hey, this reward-to-pay ratio has a little too many slots. ,,URL,: