Good luck is destined to be limited. Manpower is limited but the power of heaven and earth cannot be offended. The strong spirit or rather strong mental illness cannot compete with the laws of nature.
When the sun showed its head for just over an hour in the morning, the dark clouds gradually gathered and condensed, and the wind on the sea gradually became stronger.
This is not a violent typhoon, it is just a light to moderate rain that is common on the sea. However, such rainy weather on the sea is enough to create waves more than one meter high.
Such waves are no hindrance to merchant ships or warships, and larger deep-water fishing boats can also survive it, but for a canoe... it really depends on whether their God will bless them or not.
The small fishing boat began to rise and fall with the waves, and water was seeping into every gap between the wooden boards. The three of them no longer cared about paddling. They poured water out one after another with their hands, and Molière held it in his hands. The metal lunch box swings like Hot Wheels.
"Hold on! The wind and rain will eventually pass. It is spring and there are not many typhoons in the China Sea... God will bless us! The great motherland will also bless us! Your great Majesty will also bless us..."
Molière was really crazy. He roared in the strong wind, like a hungry wolf and a wild beast. Raymond and Raymond looked at him in horror and even forgot to scoop out water.
"Speed, speed up! You two lazy fools, I want to cross the sea, I want to return to Europe alive, and I want to receive His Majesty's award at the Palace of Versailles!"
Molière did not realize that in his madness he was speaking his mind, and he was using me instead of us.
Raymond pointed his hand behind Molière and said excitedly, "Ship! Look... there is a boat in the distance! It's a Chinese-style hardwood sailing ship..."
When Molière turned around, he saw at the end of his sight a Chinese-style two-masted hardwood sailing ship piercing the waves and sailing toward them. It looked like the most common lucky ship in Fujian and Zhejiang.
"It's a merchant ship from the Qing Dynasty! We are saved, we are saved..." Raymond and another intelligence officer hugged each other and cried excitedly.
Only Molière's eyes twitched and he stared into the distance carefully. After a while, he suddenly shouted in fear, "Row quickly! Let's go now, get out of here... That's a pirate! It's not a merchant ship!"
He has good eyesight, and the skull and crossbones flag fluttering on the bow of the ship in the distance did not escape his eyes. The vigilant old fox knew very well that at the critical moment of the fierce war, the Naha port was temporarily blocked, so how could there be merchant ships coming and going? Even if there is, it is all a ship under Xiao Letian.
Molière rowed hard, but this time Raymond and the others did not listen to him. Instead, they stretched out their hands to hold the hand of their superior who was rowing hard. "Sir! If it is a pirate, we will be safe, right? Take your Take out the gold coins, and the pirates will stop killing people after collecting the gold, and they also have their professional ethics!"
"Morality!" Molière screamed like a cat whose tail was stepped on. "Damn it, do you actually believe in the morality of pirates? You idiot! This is East Asia, Xiao Letian's territory, even pirates are Those who are inextricably linked to him, are you sure they won't eat or drink illegally?"
"But what else can we do?" Raymond roared wildly, and the spitting star sprayed Moliere in the face. "What else can we do? The distance from Amami Oshima to the mainland is 750 kilometers. Do you really think we are here?" Can a broken ship cross the sea?"
"Wake up! You have gone crazy... If we die, won't all our hard work be in vain? Wouldn't those colleagues who sacrificed their lives be in vain..."
It was the pistol again, and the muzzle of the gun was pressed firmly against Raymond's forehead. "Don't force me! Please don't force me! I don't want to kill my subordinates anymore. I don't want to kill you anymore... I heard you." No, don’t force me! Start rowing now, right now!”
Molière was a madman, his eyes were red, his hands were shaking and he couldn't even guarantee whether he would go off fire in the next second.
Raymond didn't dare to argue anymore. He carefully picked up the broken wooden oar and said with a smile, "Okay, okay, okay...I will listen to you, everything...I will row right now..."
The tense atmosphere eased, and the boat began to struggle forward in the waves again. At this time, another subordinate who had been silent until now spoke.
"Sir! Can you give us something to eat? I remember that there is a lot of rock sugar in the supplies. Let's eat a few pieces... We really don't have enough energy. Let's add some sugar so that we can row faster... …”
Molière looked at the tired and pale faces across from him and knew that this request was reasonable and could not be refused. He finally put down the gun and reached back to pull his pocket over.
Just when he thought it was safe, just when he was about to dig out supplies, Raymond took action, "Fuck you! Damn madman..."
With a crisp sound, a thick wooden board over one meter long and twenty centimeters wide hit Molière's head directly. The wooden board used as a paddle had long been soaked in seawater, and it was heavy and full of toughness. This move Really cruel.
If there is a slow-motion playback, you can definitely see the moment when the wooden board slapped his cheek. Molière's entire face was deformed, and several back molars made a snapping sound that only he could hear. Blood flowed from his gums and It surged up like a spring.
Molière was knocked down on the boat without even a grunt. At this moment, Raymond was already furious. He picked up the board and beat the bastard desperately.
"Beast! If it weren't for you, we in France wouldn't have failed and been humiliated again and again!"
"Damn bastard, if it weren't for your crazy hatred, we wouldn't have fallen into the trap!"
"A cold-blooded killer, you let Arnold follow you for five whole years. You are so loyal that you actually want to kill him! You are still not a human being!"
He was slapped with a slap after being scolded, and slapped again after another scolding, until another intelligence officer saved his arm, "Raymon! That's enough Raymond! Don't fight, the pirate ship is coming, let's focus on the present now." Bar!"
Looking up, sure enough, a huge two-story fortune ship was approaching. Countless pirates were pointing at them on the deck, and some pirates even raised their muskets.
The two people did not dare to neglect and quickly raised their hands to surrender, shouting in non-standard Chinese, "We are British sailors in distress! We are British... Please save me, I can donate all our money!"
While calling Raymond, he also whispered, "Just say we are British sailors, don't reveal our identities, and see if we can be deceived..."
After all, they were intelligence officers. They hated Molière but still loved France. They still remembered their mission, and they wanted to bring back that intelligence, even if it was just to dictate it.
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