Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei who returned from Sekiro

Chapter 388 Supply Station

Erika held up two index fingers, each representing the number one.

With a serious expression, she touched Lu Mingfei's upright right index finger with her left index finger, and when the two touched one, they became two.

Then it was Lu Mingfei's turn, he touched Erika's two with one, and it became three.

They were playing a little game to pass the time. The rules of the game were very simple. Whoever first added his two hands to eight won the game.

When Lu Mingfei was in elementary school, he often played this kind of small game with his classmates during the break between classes.

Although this kind of gameplay is a little childish for elementary school students, it is just right for Lu Mingfei and Erikai.

Just kidding, they play this kind of small game mainly because the hovercraft is too boring.

There's no internet here, so you can't surf the web or watch anime.

In order to avoid being exposed during this operation, Angers did not even install GPS positioning, and navigated entirely by memory.

After the initial freshness passed, riding a hovercraft in the boundless snowfield became a very torturous thing.

Fortunately, Lu Mingfei has Hui Liyi by his side, and Ange and Chu Zihang are also very lonely people.

They have been advancing non-stop in the hovercraft for a day and a night. Lu Mingfei and Hui Liyi slept together in the cabin, and when they woke up again, the driver of the boat was changed from Angers to Chu Zihang. .

Compared with Angers' radical boat skills, Chu Zihang can be regarded as a conservative, but he is not too conservative. For ordinary people, he still belongs to the drag racing party.

Ange, who was asleep with his right hand propped on the armrest and his chin resting on his palm, suddenly opened his eyes and asked, "How long have I been asleep?"

“五个小时，校长。”楚子航看了一眼表盘上的时间，他们在10月18日的中午出发，如今是10月19日的下午5点23分。

It was supposed to be an evening with sunset glow, but the sky in northern Siberia has already dimmed.

"It should be almost at the supply station." Anger glanced at the fuel counter.

There was enough food and water. What they carried were compressed biscuits and bottled mineral water, enough for four people to consume for a week.

The key is the fuel. The fuel in the tank is less than one-fifth. Although there is still a spare barrel of oil left, it is not enough to support them to reach the Great Rift Valley.

"Slow down, we're going to rest at the supply station tonight, and further ahead is the real forbidden area for humans." Anger opened the window of the boat, and a gust of cold air swept in.

He poked his head out and looked at the foot of the mountain in the distance.

Under the night sky, there was a vast expanse of whiteness, dotted wooden houses stopped at the foot of the mountain, and thick white snow covered the roofs.

Warm fires were lit up in those small wooden houses, giving people a warm feeling in the darkness.

The hovercraft stopped in front of the signal post. A Russian man with a scarf wrapped around his nose and hat ears hanging over his ears walked slowly through the snow with a lantern in his hand.

He was still holding a half bottle of vodka in his hand, and his nose was red, as if he was drunk.

Angers chatted with the man in Russian through the car window.

He seemed to have made a joke, and the man laughed.

When the man finished laughing, he handed over a stack of banknotes. The man drank the vodka in one gulp, threw away the empty wine bottle, carefully put the stack of banknotes in his breast pocket, and patted hard.

Feeling the heaviness brought by the money, the man showed a satisfied smile.

"Follow him, he will take us to refuel." Angers said.

Chu Zihang nodded, followed the man, and parked the hovercraft behind the house.

The man went inside and refueled the hovercraft with two other men carrying oil drums.

The four got off the boat and were assigned to two rooms, each with two beds covered with white cloth.

A fire burned warmly in the fireplace, and a humming generator stood outside to power the lights.

For dinner, each had roast venison with buttered Daliba. They also got a bowl of vegetable soup, a can of yellow peaches and a not-so-fresh orange.

In places like Russia that are not suitable for the development of planting industries, the price of vegetables and fruits is much higher than that of meat.

What's more, it's still a supply station in the suburbs far away from the urban area. Under normal circumstances, it would be nice to have a can of canned fruit.

It seems that because Angers spent a lot of money, these hospitable Russians also took out their treasured fruits.

Lu Mingfei managed to bite into the sliced ​​pre-dinner bread. It was really hard and dry. After taking a bite, Lu Mingfei silently soaked the bread in the vegetable soup, and then ate it after it became softer.

The taste of venison is not so delicious. The smell of mutton and fishy smell has not been removed, but the meat is tender and juicy. It is much more delicious than the dry bread that can be used as a hammer. Compared with the compressed biscuits that Lu Mingfei ate that day , that is even more rare to whet the appetite.

Moreover, Lu Mingfei's last meal was in the morning, and the compressed biscuits and water were too filling, so he didn't eat anything at noon.

You must know that the best seasoning is hunger. For a hungry person, shark fin and abalone are not as good as full bread.

He licked the food on the dinner plate clean, finished the vegetable soup, pried open the canned yellow peach, and enjoyed it happily. The orange was unexpectedly sweet and juicy.

The food of the Russians can't be said to be exquisite, but the calories are quite enough, and everyone is full for this meal.

To survive in this kind of ice and snow, you must ensure that you have sufficient physical strength, otherwise just walking, and your feet stuck in the snow will make you exhausted.

After the meal, the man who originally led the hovercraft delivered two bottles of vodka.

Don't underestimate these two bottles of wine, which are hard currency in Russia.

This country is addicted to alcohol. There is a saying that if you do not drink with others in Russia, it is the same as giving others the middle finger in the United States.

In each of their supermarkets, several walls are filled with vodka, brandy, whiskey, and red wine, but alcohol is not cheap in this country. A bottle of the cheapest Wuhu brand vodka costs 200 rubles/500ml.

The government charges a very high consumption tax on alcohol, 331 rubles per liter, which means that even if the cost of a liter of wine is 30 rubles, the price will not be lower than 331 rubles after it is put on the supermarket shelves.

Because the price of wine is too high, many of them choose other alcoholic products instead.

Things like body wash, antifreeze, cologne, aftershave lotion, window cleaner, car antifreeze, rose water, and even medical glue.

Especially the bath liquid, which is a kind of medicinal tincture, is a herbal medicine obtained without distilling and removing the extract.

It contains a high concentration of alcohol, and many people buy it for drinking. You can see a person walking out of a pharmacy on the street and pouring the bath liquid he just bought into his mouth.

A bottle of branded vodka, which in Russia is only affordable for the middle class, and the poor only drink alcoholic products.

And the man made a special trip to give Angers two bottles of vodka. It can be seen that he likes this big-spending old man very much.

Angers smiled, and went out of the house with the wine and the man.

In such an unchanging white snow field, it seems to be at the end of the world, it is very rare to meet an interesting man.

After eating and drinking, under the eaves, looking at the icicles colored by the bright flames of the fireplace, smoking, drinking, and bragging with a man I just met is not bad.

The three young men stayed in the house, and Lu Mingfei found a pack of old playing cards in a drawer. Anyway, it was still early, and before bedtime, they simply played Doudizhu on the dining table.

Outside the house, the man's bold laughter could be heard, and Ange spoke to the man in fluent Russian.

Snowflakes gradually began to float in the sky. The velvet-like snowflakes flew and fell to the window. They were turned into warm yellow by the light of the fire, like pieces of exquisite jade.

Erika inside the house tightly held the cards in her hand, and seemed to be still analyzing the situation on the field.

Lu Mingfei asked: "Brother, how did you come here?"

"The principal and I took the flight with a fake passport," Chu Zihang said.

"Brother Caesar still hasn't returned to Kassel?"

"No, the student union is considering whether to elect a new chairman, but no one dares to take on this responsibility because Caesar has not announced his abdication yet."

"How is Xia Mi? Are you still used to life in the academy?"

"She is very motivated and helped us a lot." Chu Zihang gave a pertinent evaluation.

"Are you very motivated?" Lu Mingfei thought of a certain dragon king who lost badly at the poker table.

That guy was identified as an A-level before entering school, and both the Student Union and the Lion Heart Club offered her an olive branch, so she chose the Lion Heart Club without hesitation.

People from the student union asked her why she chose the Lionheart Club instead of us. She said that she and Chu Zihang were from the same hometown. When a fellow villager saw a fellow villager, her eyes were full of tears. As a girl who was alone abroad, it would be safer to go to a place with acquaintances. Otherwise, she is so good-looking and innocent, so she can be easily deceived.

The day she joined the club was a party for the Lions Club to celebrate the victory of Freedom Day. The new recruits took commemorative photos under the banner of the Lions Club, and the leaders of the Lions Club took photos with them.

Lu Mingfei especially remembered the way Senior Su Qian looked at Xia Mi, which seemed to be murderous.

This is the Shura field, and only a cold-faced Shura like Chu Zihang can withstand the Shura field.

I don't know how things will turn out, but Lu Mingfei thinks that Su Qian is more suitable for Chu Zihang. After all, Xia Mi is a dragon, and he is also a dragon king who is thousands or even ten thousand years older than Chu Zihang.

Xia Mi just wanted to play with Chu Zihang's heart, she was a bad woman, and Su Qian was a good woman who wholeheartedly wanted to be good to Chu Zihang.

In fact, Senior Sister Su Qian is pretty good too. She has a slender waist, long black legs and straight legs. She can cook and take care of her family.

On the battlefield, she is a top sniper. At home, she is a shy cook who cooks food and hot water for you.

Before meeting Erika, this was Lu Mingfei's ideal type.

But think about it carefully, the so-called ideal type seems to be all nonsense. When you actually meet that person, you will find that you like her with short hair, and you also like her with long hair. She loves to laugh, but she doesn’t. Laugh, you like both.

Today she looks like a fairy in a small skirt, but tomorrow she will change into casual clothes and tie a ponytail.

The ideal type is just a fantasy before you met her. When you really fall in love with someone, what she looks like is what your ideal type looks like.

But brother probably doesn't understand these things, after all, he doesn't seem to have been in a relationship, and he doesn't have a marriage certificate like him.

Sure enough, love is hard to understand.

Lu Mingfei shook his head, and used the pair of two to connect to the pair of eights played by Eliyi.

Chu Zihang waved his hand to signal Lu Mingfei to continue playing cards.

Lu Mingfei was a king bomb, adding three belts and one to finish his hand.

Erika looked frustrated, she was the landlord, she thought about it for a long time before playing the card, but unfortunately she still lost.

Lu Mingfei patted her head and pinched her little face, but she was still not happy and opened his arms to hug her.

Although Lu Mingfei felt a little ashamed to be looked at by his senior brother, he thought about it again, he and Erika were a legal couple, and the senior brother was like a piece of wood in this regard, it was more important for his wife to be happy than to feel ashamed, so he So she hugged Erika generously.

Chu Zihang looked at the two flirting and flirting, and silently shuffled the cards.

He glanced at the time, nine thirty-five.

It was completely dark, and there was only the sound of wind and snow outside the house. The principal and the man seemed to have gone to drink somewhere else, and a passionate chorus came from the opposite room.

He thought it was time for him to go back to his room and rest.

It would be impolite to stay in this room any longer.

"I have to get up early tomorrow morning, let's stop here today."

He put the folded playing cards back in the box.

"Alright then, senior brother, good night." Lu Mingfei waved his hand.

"Good night, senior brother." Eliyi in Lu Mingfei's arms also waved goodbye.

"Good night." Chu Zihang opened the door and walked out, turning on the light in the other room next door.

After a brief wash, he turned off the light and lay down on the bed by the window.

Somehow, when he closes his eyes, he will think of Xia Mi's face.

During those seven days, because the railroad workers went on strike, he and Xia Mi shared a room in a hotel in Chicago.

Xia Mi dragged him out, asking him to accompany him to the amusement park.

Chu Zihang thought that if he was idle, he was idle, so he decided to give Xia Mi an entrance counseling at this time.

He had done his homework and taught Xia Mi about dragons on the Ferris wheel, but Xia Mi suddenly rolled the poster of the amusement park into a stick and knocked it on his forehead.

He asked Xia Mi what he was doing, Xia Mi said, I am treating you, don’t you often dream of a girl who can’t remember her face, believe me, tonight, your mental illness will be cured up.

When she said this, she gritted her little tiger teeth and waved viciously the roll of poster in her hand that was hit by Chu Zihang's head.

Maybe that shot really worked, and he almost forgot about the girl afterward.

But a month passed, and recently, he dreamed of that girl again, and this time he saw the face clearly, it was clearly Xia Mi wearing all kinds of clothes.

He suspected that it was because he had bled too many times, causing memory problems.

After all, violent blood is a taboo technique, and if it is used too often, it will affect the body.

It must be like this, otherwise he couldn't explain why he felt a familiar feeling towards Xia Mi.

It seems that she has often appeared by your side for so many years.
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