Chapter 1475 (1/2)

South Pacific, an island about 200 nautical miles from tropic of cancer.

On the beach swaying with coconut shadows, a man in a life jacket was lying face down on the beach.

On the beach behind him, there was a long trail that stretched to the edge of the sea.

Obviously, he was washed up by the waves at high tide.

Also do not know how long, the man's eyebrows moved, throat issued a trace of pain murmur, followed by a violent cough. Seagulls, perched on palm trees, were startled to fly. He propped up the beach with his hands and reluctantly turned over and leaned against the coconut trees.

Brian, the U.S. admiral, commander-in-chief of the carrier battle group of the USS Eisenhower, had planned to launch a surprise attack on the space elevator with his fleet. However, when it joined four other fleets in the Mariana Islands, it suddenly encountered a typhoon of category 15

Brien swore to God that he had never seen anything so strange in his life.

The weather forecast clearly indicated that the Mariana Islands would be sunny and windy that day, but just after they met, the sky was covered with black clouds. After a while, the waves of tens of meters high were directly aimed at the fleet, and the violent hurricane even broke the wing of the F-35.

Originally prepared to deal with the star ring trade Navy, but it turned out to be a shackle to their feet. Except for the submarine under the water and a few light ships outside the fleet that may have escaped, the whole fleet was almost destroyed.

Brian has forgotten how he survived.

He only vaguely remembered that he had just put on his life jacket when a wave broke the bridge glass with a heavy load, and then rolled out all the people inside. At that time, the carrier had already overturned, and the carrier based aircraft and the ground crew on the deck had to fall into the sea like dumplings.

Opening the lid of his watch, Brian learned that he was in the southern hemisphere through the compass on the cover and the position of the sun. As for which uninhabited desert island it is, I'm afraid, only God knows

Brian grinned bitterly and was just about to get up from the ground.

Just then, however, several spears fell on his neck.

The cold sweat came out in an instant, and Brian gave up getting up from the ground and raised his hands instead. He tried to squeeze out a smile that was a little more friendly than crying, and said to the natives in palm leaves.

“Can-you-speak-English？” Can you speak English

This is obviously nonsense.

The natives chattered, and they didn't know whether they were arguing about eating him raw or plucking the skin and cooking it

Just as Brian was desperate about his future, he suddenly saw a familiar face.

For a moment, he was stunned,

because he was so shocked that he lost his speech for a moment, his eyes were wide and his chin fell down

”All out of the way, all out of the way.”

The natives gave way.

With a big belly, palm leaves in Rome, and blonde hair like a flat hat

”President, sir...”

After swallowing and spitting, Admiral Brian stares at the trump spectrum in disbelief, not knowing what to say.

Although the official statement is that his whereabouts are unknown, everyone thinks he is dead