. "Oh my god...has this been looted by pirates?"

Standing in the middle of the dirty and messy aisle everywhere, looking at the strangely posed subordinates, Feili couldn't help feeling dizzy.

During the long ocean voyage, although the rookies of the Giant Bear Legion performed quite poorly, they could not get rid of the bad habits of being unorganized and undisciplined. But at least they learned to fix various instruments, otherwise the storm would be at risk of being hit by flying foreign objects... Of course, this was also the lesson that was learned after several unlucky people paid the price of bleeding.

But the new natives knew nothing about this, and the poor moved a lot, and these guys even carried many stone tools and jars and jars. On the boat, they couldn't control their curiosity and kept rumbling around and looking around, opening up every cabinet that could be touched. The crew members didn't even have time to manage it - because of the language barrier, they didn't know how to manage it.

As a result, when Xiangrui was dancing street dance in the sky, percussion music was also played in the cabin, which kept ringing and winter, destroying countless furnishings. Along the way, from the cabin on the top of the bow to the engine room on the bottom of the stern, almost all the cabins along the way showed a tragic situation after a typhoon attack: broken vessels, overturned cabinets, and the wounded in the fields...

What's even more terrible is that none of the stinky indigenous people seem to be seasick...

Along the way, Feili saw the guy lying on the ground and vomiting very much. The sounds of "vomit--------" are heard one after another. They almost vomited all the moldy bread and expired cans in their stomachs and intestines, and finally they had to twitch and retching weakly. Even the bitter gallbladder was about to be vomited out... The basically closed cabin was filled with the sour smell of lingering and the middle-aged man. The walls and the ground were also covered with vomit mixed with stomach acid and other secretions. It looked like a group of ogres, mud monsters and goblins had just come here to play a boxing match.

In a corner full of filth, Feili even saw a dead body--the native man grinding a spear with oil and stone. Because the bump came too suddenly, he accidentally poked the spear into his chest...

A group of priests who were tortured by altitude sickness and dizziness were dragging their tired bodies and panting to treat the wounded. However, the indigenous wizards with bird feathers seemed quite energetic, jumping around with feathers, and with one move, they used a large-scale healing spell, which shocked the Naserrel, who claimed to be the first in magic, and couldn't help but put away their contempt. Although these guys were poor and dirty, they were not ignorant and savages who ate raw meat and drank blood.

"Why did it happen like this? It was so smelly that even flies couldn't stay there?" Feiri asked in a muffled voice, "This reminds me of the weasel druid named Duncan during the Battle of Arctic Harbor... Why didn't anyone clean it up?"

He pointed to the messy cabins everywhere. "There are more than 4,000 people on the ship who are entrusted with military pay and more than 1,000 allies. Are they all dead?"

"Sir, how can you do this?" The infantry commander Fedon, who had a pale face and chapped lips, shivered and complained. After more than a year of military life, he is now very proficient in Naserel and common language. "In this ghost place, the brothers can't breathe, and they feel chest tightness and dizziness after moving a little, and many people have bleeding from their noses... I'm not afraid of you to joke, but the official is still swaying when walking! Look, can't we have any plague, right?" he asked with some worries.

"...This is a damn altitude sickness." Feili was stunned for a moment, and could only shake her head helplessly. Whether it is the humans, dwarves or dark elves on the Feren continent, basically no experience in survival in high altitude areas. There are quite a few people who have gone through hell and abyss. I want them to understand that the natural physiological reactions produced by the human body are really difficult to adapt to changes such as air pressure reduction, oxygen content, and air drying caused by altitude. Besides, everyone understands the causes and consequences. There is no good solution for the time being.

After all, Xiangrui is just a "flying surface ship". Instead of a professional passenger plane like Boeing 737 or Airbus, it is impossible to set up expensive sealed air pressure chambers. Moreover, there is no medicine for treating altitude sickness on the ship... It seems that in this world, no one is full and can study such market-deficient things. Therefore, all the officers and soldiers of the Giant Bear Legion can only rely on their own efforts, and even Feili, the highest commander, is no exception.

"Listen, this situation is because we came to a place with higher altitudes, dry and thin air and low air pressure, which is not a plague. As long as we maintain a good attitude to face it and pay attention to some taboos, it is not difficult to spend this journey safely!"

Feili hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to make several suggestions to Fetton based on his experience in another world, "Please remind everyone not to walk quickly, do less physical labor, and not to overeat, and not to drink alcohol or smoke, and pay attention to keeping warm. If possible, give everyone some butter tea..."

"Even if you didn't say that, the brothers were all lying on the floor and they couldn't move." Feidun replied with a wry smile, "Also, what is butter tea? I've never heard of it."

This stopped Feili. He scratched his head and thought for a long time, but still couldn't remember much - he was not a Tibetan in his previous life, and he had never been to the roof of that mysterious world.

"It seems like I'm mixing brick tea with butter... Well, no one on the boat can do this, and I don't know how to do it specifically, so I'll change it to milk tea." He shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly.

"As for the order, sir." Feidun gave a military salute, "but this will not be a long-term solution. You must pass through this area as soon as possible. Otherwise, even if you arrive at the Temple of Time, our army may have lost its combat effectiveness."

"Don't I want to get the Neser scroll earlier?" Feili's expression was extremely bitter. "In order to obtain enough output power, the engine room is burning gold every moment! If this continues, I will be bankrupt in a short while... Oh, forget it, you can go to the engine room with me to see the situation!"

"yes!"

"Hum, haha!"

"Boom, boom!"

"Ba--------"

"Damn it, the steam pressurized tube is cracking again! Who will fill it with linoleum? Well. What is this?"

"Hiss-----cracking..."

"Bam! So it's a good thing you, the thief bone, did it again! Say, why did the gold that was supposed to be thrown into the reactor as a catalyst run into your crotch? No wonder the power is always too much... 告! Are you a drug dealer? He actually stuffed gold bars into **! Come on, take a mace! Since this bastard likes to burst into ass, I will give him enough one at a time!"

"Give me your life! Mr. Owo, please forgive me this time!"

"That... Your Mace... I really can't find it! But there are many screwdrivers, wrenches and visors. Which one is better?" A young man replied tremblingly, tremblingly, with a clear trembling voice in his words.

"Tsk tsk, there is not even a mace? How did you, the tool custodian? Forget it, just use vise to make do. I don't know how much expansion potential this guy's sphincter has, and whether it can just plug in the mouse..."

"Woo woo, spare your life..."

As soon as he stepped into the engine compartment of the Xiangrui, Feili was surrounded by various noises: shouting and scolding in various languages, the roar of dozens of machines, the roar of air valves and pipe breakers, the impact and friction of metals, and the explosions and wails that sounded from time to time... All of this formed a huge wave of sound in his ears. His face turned pale, his scalp was numb, and he felt that even his head was about to crack.

What's even more terrifying is that the entire cabin is filled with the smell of engine oil, and the smell generated by the high temperature of wood and rubber. The white steam completely obscured the sight. Although Feili looked at it hard, she could only barely see blurred figures, and at the same time she felt her heart beating faster. She breathed poorly - under the evil aura of the powerful Sanlu series products. The Xiangrui Earth Turbine Cabin has become a terrifying existence similar to a steam room, and is further moving towards the level of an oven or fireplace.

Fortunately, the lich does not need to breathe, so naturally there will be no altitude sickness. Therefore, Owo's working condition was not greatly affected - it was still the same as usual. So, after slapped the three fat men's shoulders in a row, Fili and others finally found this fat lich in a corner with less steam. However, the scene in front of them almost made the relatively "pure" commander suspect that the great archanger's sexual orientation was problematic:

In the rising fog, the magic consultant of the Giant Bear Legion, the commander of the Xiangrui Turbine, one of the most famous arcane artists of the Naserel Empire, the tentacle monster that women all over the world changed their qualities. The powerful and obscene Mr. Diorwo was covered with oil stains and dirt at this moment, as embarrassed as a groundhog that had just emerged from the mud, and a wisp of black smoke floated out of the head.

When Feili found him, the fat lich who had a dead body with a preservative was grinning and stripping off a bearded dwarf's underwear, and taking off his own pants... Mr. Owo, when did you become a bl? Look, the poor dwarf was so scared that his face turned pale than the shroud at the funeral.

Moreover, the dwarf was wide and fat, full of prickly heat and lumps, and a strong body odor could be smelled more than ten steps away. Your taste was a bit weird...

"Well, Mr. Owo, are you going to play really? I know you have been holding it in for a long time since you went to sea, but you don't have to find such a person to leak it, right? And this environment is also..." Feiri approached behind Owo and asked carefully.

"Of course I'm going to play it real! Do you know how many gold bars this bastard has blacked out!"

Owo replied without looking back, and at the same time, he pulled out the belt from his pants and tied up the unlucky dwarf. At this time, Feili suddenly realized that the dwarf who was about to be a little bitch was actually an old acquaintance.

"Bam? Why are you..."

"Woooo, respectful commander, help me!"

When the savior arrived, poor Bam couldn't help but shed tears of excitement and screamed, which made Feili feel sad for a moment.

Speaking of which, Bam is also an old man in the Giant Bear Legion. Long before the establishment of the Legion, he was the captain of the Dwarf Wild Boar Cavalry of the New Demon Sobrey State Militia. Later, when he was sieging the troops of the Elves Marshal Sofia Learton, his cowhide dwarf Wild Boar Cavalry was useless and almost wiped out. He became the commander of the bare hands and commander and had to be transferred to the Minister of Logistics. Unexpectedly, this bastard was corruption on his post and finally was dismissed from his post for purchasing a large number of expired canned food and inferior lard on the eve of the Battle of Arctic Port. After the armistice, he once left Feili's command, but after the reconstruction of the Giant Bear Legion, Bam, who had been unemployed for a long time, came to apply for the recruitment and was currently working as the lowest-level furnace steward in the engine room.

"Bang!"

Seeing that the thief was not honest, Owo was so angry that he shaved him, "Little guy, don't listen to this bastard's nonsense." The fat lich said to Feili with his time, "I don't know how much gold he used as a catalyst, so that the power of the Mither's energy core was always unable to reach! This disgusting bastard actually stuffed the gold bar into the **!"

As soon as he heard someone dared to intercept the gold he took out with pain, Feili, who was a little sympathetic to Bam the moment before, suddenly changed color, "What? He dared to steal my gold? This bastard is looking for death! This wind must not be long, otherwise the military rules are used for... Fuck as you like, I absolutely support you!"

"Hmph, the problem is more than that!" Owo said angrily, "It is still a trivial matter for him to embezzle a little gold, but because of insufficient power, the machine cannot operate normally and the flight state is unstable. That is a serious crime! If I hadn't made it in time, the entire ship might have crashed due to insufficient lift... This ignorant bastard really costs money but lives!"

After hearing this, Feili's face was so gloomy that it could drip into water. After a while of silence, he opened quietly.

"Well, it's true that you want money but don't have life... What are you going to deal with him?"

"Hehe, since this guy likes to walk through the back door so much, I'll give him enough anal!" Owo proudly raised the vise that was captivating in his hand. "I originally planned to use a mace, but I couldn't find it for a while, so I used this for him to perform an expansion surgery, but unfortunately the length seemed a little short... Hum?"

After hearing this, Feili rolled up her sleeves without saying a word and pulled out a long straw broom from her space ring. The waxy rod was taller than Bam's.

Since he developed the method of flying on a broom, Feili always had to carry a lot of these things with him for replacement at any time. If anyone who didn't know looked at it, he thought he was a cleaner... or a girl trembled.

However, in addition to cleaning and flying, brooms can also be used as weapons in some occasions...

Seeing Feili handing over the broom, Owo blinked in surprise, not understanding what he meant for a moment.

"Take it and let me do the way for heaven," Feili said gritting her teeth. "Fuck with this!"

At that moment, his face was solemn and murderous, as if Grandet possessed... Well, it was the rampage Grandet that was stolen from his own vault...

ps: It seems that when Indonesia was anti-Chinese, natives often used this weapon to deal with Chinese people. I have seen a photo and it was so miserable...
Chapter completed!