Thang Long Island slowly became a black dot in my field of vision, and finally sank under the horizon of my eyes. It fell into my heart and turned into an eternal rock in my memory.
Wind power. Level seven.
wind direction. northeast.
The heavy rain is miserable, and the sea and sky are vast.
The rain is falling in sheets, and the smoke is vast!
The strong wind also has its way back, and the fallen leaves will eventually return to their roots!
I, the one with the word, want to go home too!
The fishing boat sails on the sea with no future, slowly moving towards the motherland.
The sound of rain, wind and motor filled my eardrums like a TBM, stirring my heart crazily.
I yearn for the continent that is getting closer and closer, and the fire of revenge hidden in my heart is getting stronger and stronger.
More than a hundred days of guarding the island have tanned my body and sharpened my mind, but it cannot erase my will.
Long family, I am back again.
Waiting for my revenge!
This time, I want your Long family to die!
Because the load was too heavy and the fishing boat was not completely repaired, Ye Buyi slowed down.
After a night's sailing, the weather cleared up, and I began to search for them on the fishing boat.
The fishing boat was rented by Hatcher. There were a lot of items Hatcher had stolen from the sunken ship piled on the deck.
Most of the items are porcelain that was exported from the sea during the Qing Dynasty. Although it has some value, it is not great.
My interest is not in these porcelain from the sea, but in the four iron cannons.
These four iron cannons have been lying on the seabed for who knows how many years. They are covered with barnacles and corals and look very ancient.
With nothing to do, I cleaned out these four iron cannons and made a surprising discovery.
Two of the iron cannons were clearly the weapons used by Shit Chuan when he invaded China.
Under the iron cannon, the casting date can also be clearly seen.
Back then, the shit-stirring sticks used this kind of iron cannon to blast open the gates of the Manchu and Qing Dynasties. They even surrendered the power of tax collection to the Qing Dynasty, delaying China for a whole century.
During the Contraband War, the Shitsticks were the main attackers and the Manchus were the main defenders. The two sides were engaged in artillery battles most of the time.
As a result, the Manchu and Qing artillery failed to kill a single ship that was a mess, but was defeated by the ship.
The journey home is like a turtle disciple, long and far away.
But neither Ye Buyi nor I care.
Taking advantage of this time, I thoroughly cleaned the two iron cannons that were used to stir up shit, and told Ye Buyi that I wanted to keep these two iron cannons.
"What do you want these two cannons for?"
"Keep it. Hit someone."
After listening to my words, Ye Buyi remained silent for a long time.
It wasn't until dinner in the afternoon that Ye Buyi asked me again: "Do you really want to hit someone with a cannon?"
I nodded indifferently: "Will you give it or not?"
Ye Buyi shook his head without hesitation and said businesslike: "This is stolen goods. If I want to give it to you, I have to register it."
"You already have that knife."
Just when I was bluffing and about to get angry, Ye Buyi said softly: "You can borrow the exhibition in the name of your Fangzhou Appraisal Institute."
I asked Ye Buyi back, "Can you make the decision?"
Ye Buyi shook his head honestly: "No."
After a pause, Ye Buyi said calmly: "You can kill it first and report it later. When I write the report, I will say that you forced the exhibition to be borrowed."
Then, Ye Buyi raised his head and looked at me, and said seriously: "You'd better write me an IOU."
"I'll give you a der!"
I laughed and scolded Ye Buyi and left the cabin.
After a while, Ye Buyi came out and sat with me, watching the red sun slowly sinking into the sea level like cherries in a red wine glass, and watching the magnificent sunset linger for a long time.
"Why did you fall in love with these two iron cannons? There are many such iron cannons in our anti-smuggling team."
This sentence surprised me: "How many?"
"a lot of!"
Ye Buyi told me that in recent years, fishermen in the South China Sea have fished out a lot of iron and bronze cannons, most of which cannot be rated as cultural relics. The local cultural museum refused to accept them because they thought they took up space, so they were piled up in the warehouse of the anti-smuggling team to mold.
Things like cannons, even in the Song and Yuan Dynasties, were just that.
If there is no detailed and specific casting time, most cannons will be rated as Level 3 cultural relics if they reach the sky.
Only cannons that can clearly participate in a certain battle will be sent to museums.
Ye Buyi's words aroused my interest, and I said to Ye Buyi: "Come to the shore and take me to see it. I will borrow the exhibition in the name of Fangzhou!"
"Give me money."
When I came to guard the island, the scientific research boat I took was as slow as an old cow. When I went back to take this fishing boat, it was even faster.
On the sixth day of the ship's journey, a huge scream came from the engine room, accompanied by billowing black smoke. Ye Buyi crawled out and jumped into the sea.
By the time I picked him up, Ye Buyi had turned into a bald head.
Only two black and white eyeballs could be seen on the face that was covered with cooking oil, and even the eyebrows were burned off.
The fishing boat was completely scrapped and turned into a lonely boat without power, drifting like headless flies in the direction of the sea wind and ocean currents.
Ye Buyi and I just stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes, showing the deepest wry smiles.
Without a radio station, there would be no rescue, and you would have to rely on yourself for everything.
Fortunately, there were a lot of tools on the boat. I cut the greenhouse cloth and welded it with fishing line to make three medium-sized sails. Then I used two wooden boards to make two oars. The two people used all their strength to rivet the sails. After blushing and feeling thick-necked, the fishing boat still showed no reaction at all.
Forced into desperation, Ye Buyi had to dismantle the engine, saw off the anchor and chain, and throw away a lot of things.
The weight-reduced fishing boat can barely move forward with the support of manpower, but the speed is sadly slow.
It is still during the fishing moratorium, and the ships traveling in the main channel are all large ships with a capacity of 10,000 tons. They don't pay attention to us at all. Instead, they yell at us like we are looking at each other.
Especially those white-skinned foreign ships peeing on us.
After wandering on the sea for two days, the situation improved on the eighth day.
The stronger winds this day allowed Ye Buyi and I to relax to a certain extent.
When a big white ship appeared in the telescope ahead, Ye Buyi jumped up regardless of his leg injury and shouted to me urgently.
"Child Master. Hurry."
"Hang the red flag. Hurry the red flag."
"We are saved."
