Chapter 1177: Leaping Towards Wan Litao

Salim grew up in the desert. He didn't dare to know everything in the desert, at least 70% to 80%. But he knew very little about the sea... and he didn't think he needed to know more , the sea will support you on the water, as long as you can swim, under the guidance of my cousin, he learned to swim in a few hours, just as his cousin praised him, he learned things very quickly.

Anyway, he doesn't plan to work on an ocean-going ship, he just surfs the sea. Is it necessary to know more about the sea?

Harmaidan wind theory is not high in strength, and it looks menacing because it has rolled up a large amount of floating sand from the Sahara and Libyan deserts, fine and light floating sand, otherwise it would not have formed a magnificent sand wall. If you change the place, there is no vast desert to provide these floating dust, and the harmattan wind will only be regarded as an ordinary monsoon, and it will not have a unique name at all.

Of course, even if the wind of Harmaidan is not super strong, it is at least strong. There are three feet of waves without wind on the sea, and when there is a storm, it will add fuel to the flames.

When Salim was paddling, he already felt that the waves were becoming more violent. Obviously, the high tide had stopped now, and it was in a stable low tide period, but the rolling waves seemed to be rising again.

Although the high tide in the Mediterranean Sea is much different than the high tide in the open sea, but with the help of the wind, the power is already higher than usual.

The strange thing is that there is a small piece of sea area that is relatively calm, the sea surface is only slightly undulating, compared with the surrounding area, it can be called paradise.

Salim didn't have any doubts, and he didn't allow him to think too much at this time, so he paddled vigorously to that side.

He didn't think he might encounter any danger, firstly because he could swim, and secondly because he was lying on the surfboard. The surfboard itself provided strong buoyancy, even people who couldn't swim would not drown if they lay on it.

20 meters... 10 meters... 5 meters...

The wind and waves are getting bigger and bigger, but they are not beyond his control. He is not directly affected by the wind in a prone state, but his vision is indeed becoming more and more limited. The scenery on the shore has become blurred and shrouded In the dim sandstorm, I don't know if the person who wandered on the shore just now and the black and white kitten have left.

Finally, he made a last stroke of the water, and the surfboard plunged into the calm sea area. The waves were much smaller, and he relaxed, feeling that his arms were a little loose.

He lay on the surfboard panting, waiting for his strength to recover, and hoping that the storm would pass quickly so he could continue surfing.

This sea area is so calm that it even gives people the illusion that it doesn't matter even if you lie on the surfboard, just like those foreign girls in bikinis basking in the sun by the swimming pool of a luxury hotel.

Salem turned his head sideways, facing the direction of the sea, and aimed the back of his head at the storm, so that he could breathe normally in the storm without being filled with sand in his mouth.

He didn't rest for long, or so he thought, before taking a deep breath and turning his head to look toward the shore, to see if the storm was showing signs of letting up.

However, he was stunned immediately, because the direction of the shore was so dark that he could not see the shore at all.

Even if the scene was blurry just now, at least the outline of Kishi could be seen!

How is this going?

His first reaction was that the surfboard was blown sideways by the wind, and what he saw was actually the sea, with the shore in the other direction.

So he squinted his eyes and looked at his front, back, left, and right in turn, but each direction saw the same scenery—the blue sea and the dim yellow air.

The tribal legends he had heard in his childhood flashed through his mind like lightning. When a traveler in the desert encountered the Harmatan wind, he felt that the wind was not too strong, so he continued to move, but soon completely lost his way, and finally stepped into Deep in the desert, never came out of the desert again, and was never seen by anyone.

Salim suddenly panicked. He always thought it was the sea, not the desert, but now he discovered that the sea is just a desert formed by drops of sea water, a desert of water.

He knew how to navigate the desert, find water sources, and how to survive in emergencies, but this was the sea, another new form of desert, and all his previous experience was invalidated.

"Calm down! Don't panic! Think of a way! There must be a way!"

He told himself silently in his heart, but it was of no use.

Unable to hold his breath any longer, his breathing became short and heavy, and his blood pressure and heartbeat also rose sharply.

He must find a way to get back to the shore, otherwise he will also become a lost traveler in the desert.

But where is the shore?

How did he get here?

Maybe, in fact, he was not too far from the shore, and he still stayed at the position just now, but the reduced visibility made him think he was far away from the shore?

Ironically, the overly calm sea had the opposite effect at this time, and he couldn't judge the direction by the ups and downs of the waves.

At this moment, he seemed to hear something, which was very distant and very faint, and could be drowned out by the sound of waves and the whistling of the storm at any time.

He held his breath and listened carefully.

beep--

beep--

Yes, it's the car horn!

Someone was honking a car horn, which must be pointing him in the direction of the coast!

He was relieved, the most important thing in the desert is the direction, whether it is a desert of sand or a desert of water.

No matter how weak the horn sound, as long as it can be heard, it proves that he is not too far from the shore.

He tried not to think about the pessimistic side, such as the fact that the sound of the horn had only managed to get here due to the storm blowing from the direction of the land, which proved that he was quite far from the coast.

"Okay, come on!"

He adjusted the direction of the surfboard so that the head of the board was aligned with the direction of the sound of the horn, and he paddled vigorously with his hands and feet.

The sound of the horn has not stopped. The kind-hearted man must have found that he was in danger and brought him great hope.

He didn't expect that kind-hearted person to call the police, because calling the police was useless, and with Egypt's low police efficiency, when the police arrived... it was better to save yourself.

However, after rowing for three minutes or five minutes, his hands and feet were a little tired, but the sound of the horn was not at all close, it seemed to be farther away from him, and became intermittent.

How is this going?

Wrong direction?

No, if he swiped in the wrong direction, he would not have heard the horn.

Salem thought for a while, and felt that he had found the reason—he was like a piece of wood floating on the water, and the storm was blowing him into the sea.

The efficiency of paddling while lying on a surfboard is very low, and the force of paddling cannot match the force of the storm, which caused this situation.

If you jump into the water and swim towards the shore, with your body submerged in the water and only your head sticking out of the sea, wouldn't you be protected from the storm?

He didn't think much about it, and time didn't allow him to think about it, because the tide will go out after the low tide, and the tide will accelerate him to the sea, so he can only be trapped on the surfboard, waiting helplessly for the unknown year and month Only then can the rescue come.

Even if rescue came soon, he didn't want to wait, he didn't want to alert the police, he didn't want to be the protagonist of the news, he didn't want to be the object of ridicule by his peers, and he didn't want to lose the opportunity to work... If the police were alerted, he would definitely be taken back to the tribe by his father and trapped for life In the barren hut of his family, he turned his face to the yellow sand and his back to the sky like his father, grandfather, and grandparents for generations. He married a few wives and gave birth to a lot of children. His eyes gradually became numb and dull. There is no possibility of coming to a big city in this life. .

So, almost without thinking, Salim untied the foot rope of the surfboard, took a deep breath, and jumped into the embrace of the sea.

He can swim, but once in the water he feels something is wrong.

The sea water on the surface is still so calm, but there is an undercurrent surging under the ocean surface!

The undercurrent wrapped in a large amount of sand was like a pair of invisible hands, pulling his calf and dragging him towards the open sea. The force was extremely powerful, stronger than the storm, and it was beyond human power to resist.

He suddenly understood that it was this invisible undercurrent that quietly took him and the surfboard away from the coast, just like... the sand dunes flowing in the desert, no, it was even scarier than that.

Salim was aware of the approaching danger, and used all his strength to paddle the water desperately, crazily, but the more anxious he was, the more deformed his swimming movements were, and it became more and more difficult to breathe.

His heart was beating so fast that it was about to explode. It was as if a fire was burning in his chest, and his internal organs were almost burned to ashes.

The muscles in his legs were trembling unceasingly due to the tension and excessive force, and it seemed that he might convulse at any time.

The sound of the trumpet has become indistinct, and may not even be heard for a long time. The remaining sound of the trumpet in his ears may be just an illusion of his survival.

He regretted it, turned around and wanted to find the surfboard, climb back on the surfboard, and let the surfboard take him wherever he wanted, even to the other side of the Mediterranean Sea, it didn't matter, even if he alerted the police, even if he was taken back to the tribe , even if he can never leave the desert again in this life, at least he can survive.

As long as there is life, there is hope.

However, the sea is vast, and the surfboard has long since disappeared.

As he stopped paddling in search of the surfboard, his legs sank deeper into the water, and the force pulling him became greater than he could resist, even with all his strength treading the water.

cough!

A wave smacked his head and face, he choked on the first sip of water, followed by the second...

Driven by the desire to survive, his hands and feet fluttered wildly, trying to stick his head out of the water, but it was useless because the force of the turbulence was too great, and he was pulled deep into the bottom of the sea by a pair of invisible hands.

The little air that was left quickly escaped from his lungs, forming a string of bubbles rising to the surface of the sea.

He widened his eyes in despair, watching the light on the water gradually fade, while his body sank into the boundless darkness.

At the moment when he was about to completely lose consciousness, a streamlined black shadow seemed to pass over his head.

What it is?

Immediately afterwards, his hand was grabbed by another hand that did not belong to him.

In the next second, his consciousness disappeared.