Before leaving, Sean specially found the newly built robot by Xiao Ai and said with a little seriousness: "Xiao Ai, now the only one with the strongest underground farm capabilities is you. Although Leo has a certain combat power, he is just a child. His thinking is not mature and he cannot deal with powerful enemies. Someone must be attacked, and he can only rely on you!"

"Ai! No problem! Xiao Ai is very strong! Please leave it to me for the matters of the owner and the farm! This robot is actually a set of armor. In dangerous situations, the owner can hide in it. It was made by melting four robots of Xiao Ai, 100% special star steel. The technology of this planet can hardly harm the owner inside. If there is even greater danger, I will take everyone on the shuttle and escape to space!" Xiao Ai replied quickly.

Sean put his hand on her head and said with a hint of doting emotion: "Well, Xiao Ai is so awesome. I'll be relieved to hand everyone over to you."

After the explanation, Sean and Lucy walked into the long passage and returned to the ground. For safety and concealment, Xiao Ai set the exit and the entrance respectively in two opposite directions, and the straight line distance between the entrance and exit reached an astonishing 10 kilometers.

Currently, the only means of transportation on the underground farm is Goddess of Dawn, which cannot be used for commuting, so the two of them can only take the most primitive method and walk.

Of course, for the two people with endless physical fitness, they just spend more time. Now what Sean and the others lack the least is time.

Just as Sean embarked on a long journey, the Europa Navy stationed in the English and Dover Straits were worried about food supply. Unlike the army stationed on the British Isles, they could easily obtain supplies and have to suffer some losses in sea transportation. Although the strait is not wide, the supply ships must always consider weather factors. They need two weeks to get a chance to take the opportunity to return to the port for supplies. Once they encounter extreme weather, the supply ships will not come.

Therefore, they had to fish on their own, but over time, in recent days, let alone fishing nets can catch fish in the entire net, even if they use fishing rods, usually the soldiers will return empty-handed for hours.

The Europa League is one of the richest regions in the world. Every year, it harvests a lot of food, enough for them to eat, and even sometimes a lot of food remains.

However, with the arrival of the doomsday, some citizens were panic-hunting food in various places. In addition, some bad businessmen kept holding on to sell it, which further increased the price and further caused a shortage of food.

Citizens need more food to resist the panic, which has led to a rapid decline in Europa's food reserves. The European Union Government is very anxious.

Gradually, this situation began to affect the front-line garrison. At the beginning, the quality of food was only declined. For example, compressed biscuits were no longer so hungry, and the steak was replaced with cheap pork chops or even chicken chops, but in fact, the amount was enough, so no one said anything.

What's too much is that in the past two weeks, the supply volume has become smaller and smaller, and there are some excuses for altitude loss. They even said that their navy can fish directly on the spot to supplement it.

The garrison commander of the naval commander, 58-year-old General Hunter Torre, hung up the phone angrily and roared: "All damn capitalists should be hung on the street light!"

The soldiers can rotate back to the port every two weeks, but he is the highest commander on the front line and only has a chance to take a turnover in three months. He has not set foot on land for more than two months. He is tired of this damn task. Now there is still a problem with the supply. He called and said that he wanted to replenish supplies, but his superiors used insufficient food to make excuses, saying that the international grain price has been three times higher and it is still not enough to sell, and said that most of the food was bought by a major country in the East.

"Fak! It's just a rude remark! These guys who are ugly and greedy! Adjutant, how is the fishing situation?" Hunter cursed angrily. After the scolding, he remembered the current embarrassment and had to turn around to ask the adjutant.

The adjutant smiled bitterly and shook his head and said, "Report to the commander, the fishing thunder seemed to have disappeared. The soldiers have found nothing in the past two days."

Hearing this, Hunter was even more angry and cursed: "Damn it! Isn't this going to approach me to grab food in a few nearby cities!? Let the frigate drive his sonar to find it!"

The adjutant said helplessly: "I tried it. There are no fish near the strait, even the small fry, there is not a single one."

"Damn it! Then go to the Atlantic Ocean to look for it. You can't starve to death here, you can't let my soldiers eat zombie meat. Hunter said in anger.

The adjutant said hesitantly: "This... Sir, I just received the news that there are indeed a large number of fish in the Atlantic Ocean, but... "

“Just what?

When Hunter yelled, the adjutant trembled and forgot the words.

"Bastard, tell me, is something happened?"

""Yes...yes... Actually, two hours ago, a frigate went to the Atlantic Ocean, but after discovering a large number of fish, the frigate lost contact..."

Hunter grabbed the collar and the adjutant finished speaking in one breath.

"Fak! Lost contact? Why didn't you say it earlier?"

"I... I just received the message. I came here to report this matter, but I forgot it just now."

"A bastard! Send two destroyers over there. I contact my superiors to transfer satellites to the sea area where the incident happened, give me the coordinates, hurry up!"

"The last contact was 40 minutes ago, with the coordinates being 6°59'31.362 in the Atlantic Ocean and 48°53'19.470 in the north latitude. The adjutant said quickly about 315 from us.

Hunter immediately picked up the phone, dialed the phone number at the Europa Navy Headquarters, and asked about the satellite location.

"Change satellites immediately and search for the Atlantic Ocean for 6°59'31.362, 48°53'19.470 North latitude, one of our frigates lost contact..."

"Fak! Just looking for fish, why do they run so far? The nearest destroyer will take at least 3 hours to pass! Let them set off quickly!"

...

Two hours ago, the food was out of stock for more than 24 hours, and the soldiers could not bear the hunger, so after discussion, they decided to send a frigate to the Atlantic Ocean to look for fish.

The eastern Atlantic Ocean has been calm recently, but when they came to look for fish, the situation suddenly changed.

Suddenly, a storm broke out. The violent storm made the sea water swell violently. The huge waves hit the frigate, causing the hull to sway and the hull to sway left and right. The people on the boat felt that they could not stand firmly.
Chapter completed!