The breeze fluttered, and seabirds flew over the sky.

It made a chirping cry, which made Song Yingsheng on the deck look up.

In the eyes, a dark sky suddenly appeared, with sunsets slowly falling into the sea in a dim environment.

This was obviously the end of another day, and the ship planned to take advantage of the night to escape from Dunkirk.

Just a few dozen minutes later, the sound of setting sail was made. The Sun-Downward Officer in a dark blue military uniform looked at the sailing ship from afar, hoping that it could complete the mission smoothly.

The same thoughts include more than 400 wounded soldiers, medical staff, etc. on the ship.

They huddled together in this medium-sized ship, hoping that everything would go smoothly.

Song Yingsheng sat on the deck and felt sleepy.

Although this is in the copy, the copy still has real-world rules, and people will be trapped.

Yesterday, Song Yingsheng had been listening to Stuka's continuous bombing and didn't sleep for long.

This led to him almost falling asleep even on the deck as hard as metal.

But at this moment, a young lady in nurses' uniform suddenly came over and shouted to the many soldiers on the deck:

"You can come in the cabin to eat, which contains hot tea and a few pieces of bread!"

Most of the soldiers rushed up, stood up one after another, walked quickly to the cabin, and under human control, they barely fell from the deck in an orderly manner.

As for Song Yingsheng, he was not that anxious, mainly because he could barely stick with Coke, so he would not have such a big demand to eat.

However, if he had a cup of hot tea and a bun, it would seem quite good in this evening temperature, which made him choose to follow him and walk into the cabin.

Before leaving, he looked at the deck and found that there was still someone left on it. Song Yingsheng didn't pay much attention, so he continued.

After arriving at the cabin, it felt extremely crowded, and it felt like the clouds, which was a bit like the situation of some popular attractions during the peak tourist season.

Song Yingsheng only felt that he had even difficulty walking and began to regret why he had to come down.

He actually has a little confined phobia and is afraid of living in such a place. After all, if there is any accident, he can't even run away.

Moreover, this kind of squeeze always makes people feel that he has no space for himself, but he endured it. After getting a piece of bread with strawberry jam, he ate it with the hot tea.

The taste is nothing special, it just becomes more delicious when hungry.

Song Yingsheng looked around and many people started chatting, talking about girls in their hometown, their own experiences, etc.

They may not know each other, but as humans, they often need to communicate.

For example, a young man next to Song Yingsheng took the initiative to talk to him:

"Where are you from? I'm from Beckland."

"Manchester." Song Yingsheng casually talked about a city.

"No wonder, your accent is from there." The young man suddenly realized that although the sound he heard was actually systematically translated, that is, as long as Song Yingsheng thought, he could even speak an Irish accent.

But if this is the case, the other side would probably not understand. Song Yingsheng smiled and responded: "Your accent is also very good at Beckland."

"Of course." The young man seemed very proud of his accent: "The tone of our speech is closest to the royal family, unlike those rural ones... Oh, I mean, I'm talking about Liverpool, you know, those country bumpkins, they talk weirdly."

"I understand, I understand." Song Yingsheng still responded casually. In fact, he didn't understand the various regional discrimination in China.

In his opinion, this should be like those things like stealing manhole covers and selling cakes. It is a forced label that no country can avoid.

And the young man was one of them. As he spoke, he became more and more excited. He even scolded his allies, Gaul, and said how they were self-righteous. He also commented on the nouveau riche in the Free Country, which was like a keyboard warrior decades later.

Song Yingsheng had to listen silently, and at most occasionally responded. In fact, he didn't really want to stay here, but the door of the cabin seemed to have been closed, so he had to endure it here for a while and listen to the young man keeping there.

.

"Do you know? The Gauls, don't behold he is our ally now. In the past few hundred years, he has been enemies with us. Instead, he is now fighting Germania, which was more friendly to us in the past. This is very strange." The young man continued to talk loudly: "It's the Maoxiong Kingdom, their route is already strange, and it actually..."

Halfway through, the young man suddenly stopped talking.

Because he and Song Yingsheng suddenly heard a sound of shaking mountains.

Accompanied by it, the cabin was shaking violently. Song Yingsheng's hot tea that had not yet been finished, fell to the ground and burned slightly. Song Yingsheng's right hand.

But he didn't mind the pain at this time, and quickly grabbed the nearby pillars to prevent himself from falling down.

And the next moment, I saw the lights in the cabin going out collectively.

The light and noisy cabin just now turned into a dark and helpless cabin instantly.

Song Yingsheng could not see anything, which caused his phobia to completely attack.

The only thing I could feel was that there seemed to be an explosion somewhere in the cabin, and a large amount of sea water was coming in.

They began to invade the space inside, drowning Song Yingsheng and others inside.

He could hear the young man next to him constantly struggling, but the powerful water pressure kept pushing them aside, with no chance to leave.

"I don't want to die..." the young man next to him shouted in despair.

But even so, Song Yingsheng said he could not help because he could not breathe anymore and could only hold his breath in his arms. In an extremely helpless environment, he tried to come up with a solution.

But what can I do? He had no chance to think calmly, and he had no chance to break out of the cabin. In the end, he wasted a lot of golden time. Even if he tried to swim out many times, he was still defeated by the power of the sea.

With 130 seconds of breathing, he drowned in it.

The system of ridicule suddenly appeared.

[You who lived through the invaders died like this?]

【You have completed the escape to Britain Copy Ending 2: It is not the torpedo that kills you, but the sea.】

【Get 30 plot coins!】

【As a result of defeating the invader, you will get an additional 200 plot coins!】

【Get a guardian flag!】

[The current plot currency is: 427]

The words ended, and Song Yingsheng returned to the museum.

He was speechless. He was really drowned. I shouldn't have gotten on the boat...

It’s so stupid. Who would have thought that he was so unlucky that the ship was blown up by torpedo!!!

It's outrageous. First, it was blown by a bomber, and then it was torpedo. Do you want to do it again, both sea, land and air?

The only comfort was that he won a good reward after defeating Liu Qingzhi, which made him not so sad.
Chapter completed!