Half asleep and half awake.
"Dududu..."
Suddenly a sound of horn woke Song Che up.
"What happened?"
He jumped out of bed hurriedly and wanted to go out to check.
However, Zhang Hu and Zhao Long at the door acted like they were used to it. They stopped Song Che and said, "Don't ask any more questions about things that have nothing to do with you."
Song Che rolled his eyes and pretended to be proud: "It looks like the Daliang Fleet is about to attack. They are here to save me. Do you believe it?"
The two men looked at each other with disdain, as if they just heard a joke.
Zhang Hu said: "With the strength of Daliang Navy, it can't even break through the first line of defense, let alone come to Shedao to save you. You, don't dream."
"Do you think I'm stupid? If it wasn't a war emergency, why would I blow the bugle in the middle of the night?"
"That's because the front lines are being harassed——"
"Hey, don't talk to him anymore."
Zhao Long stopped Zhang Hu's words. "Wolong" is just a little smarter than "Fengxiao".
Song Che sneered, didn't ask any questions, and went back to bed to continue sleeping.
I slept until noon, feeling refreshed.
Putting aside being imprisoned, it is good to come here to recuperate.
After lunch, Song Che hugged pen, ink, paper and inkstone and planned to go out for a walk.
Zhang Hu and Zhao Long did not stop him, but wherever Song Che went, he followed him, his eyes never leaving his side.
Song Che walked southeast along the mountain road, admiring the scenery on the surface, but secretly recording information about She Island——
On the east side of She Island is the port and dock, where at least two hundred warships are moored;
The beach corresponding to the port is densely covered with tents and is divided into two camps: pirates in the north and ronin in the south.
There are five people per tent and ten people per stove. From the number of tents, it can be roughly estimated that there are at least 10,000 pirates and more than 2,000 rogues on She Island;
Last night Zhang Hu mentioned the word "defense line", indicating that there are more islands occupied by Japanese pirates.
Song Che walked along the mountain road, and at the end was the cliff mouth. Looking from top to bottom, the gap between the cliff mouth and the sea was about 123 feet, and there were strange rocks at the bottom. "Hua Hua Hua..." The sea water was lapping against the shore. The tide is not yet high, but it is still surging.
I remember Peng San said that there was a cave under Haikou, and that was where they escaped.
As for whether it is true, you can only know after jumping down.
Suddenly a small boat appeared in Song Che's sight. It slowly sailed out of the bay. After traveling for a while, it stopped on the sea. Then two people were seen carrying a body out of the boat canopy? Just thrown straight into the sea.
The "corpse" fell into the water and came back to life in an instant. He struggled and struggled, but soon exhausted his strength and sank into the sea.
Song Che looked shocked and looked back at Zhang Hu and Zhao Long, only to see them smiling weirdly, like two demons from hell!
Zhang Hu smiled and said: "Mr. Song, did you see it? If you don't obey, you will end up like him."
"Did he make any mistakes?" Song Che asked in a deep voice.
Zhang Hu shook his head, "Maybe he has hidden gold, maybe he wants to escape, maybe he can't do any work... Our island never raises idlers."
Seeing the small boat again, three more "corpses" were thrown out, the same struggle, the same fruitlessness, the same despair, the same corpses sinking into the sea.
Song Che clenched his fists tightly. He knew in his heart that when the musket was manufactured and he lost his value, he would most likely be thrown into the sea and drowned in this way.
Song Che couldn't see this cruelty, so he turned around and planned to leave. Zhao Long grabbed his shoulders, pushed him back, pointed at the bay and smiled:
"Don't leave in a hurry, the fun is yet to come."
Song Che looked in the direction he pointed and saw two shark fins suddenly exposed on the sea where the body had just been dumped!
In the blink of an eye, blood stained the sea surface red, and more and more sharks swam towards the bay. They tore the corpses with their saw teeth, as if they were enjoying a feast...
"These were originally wild sharks, but later they refused to leave, so the leader imprisoned them in the bay and fed them until they were white and fat."
Zhang Hu and Zhao Long laughed.
Song Che accompanied the smiling face and secretly swore in his heart that if you laugh as much as you want, one day he will kill both of you.
…
On the third day, Song Che drew the design.
Zhang Hu and Zhao Long took him to the weapons shop as promised.
The weapons are spread on the west side of She Island, next to the shack where the miners live. It is so simple that it is worse than a doghouse. You can smell a pungent musty smell even before you get close.
The imprisoned miners were lying on the bunk, wrapped in moldy quilts, so sleepy that those who didn't know thought they were corpses.
There are about a dozen blacksmiths in the weapons shop, no better than miners. One is digging with pickaxes, and the other is hammering iron. They work day and night until they die of exhaustion.
In the blacksmith shop, apart from a few fierce overseers holding canes, there was only one old blacksmith named "Old Tang" who was not wearing shackles.
Old Tang has the face of a sixty-year-old, the muscles of a thirty-year-old, the spirit of a forty-year-old, and the age of fifty, with his breasts exposed all day long, exposed to the fire and sea breeze, and his skin is dark and red.
Old Tang was undoubtedly the top blacksmith among these blacksmiths, and the task of making muskets naturally fell into his hands.
When Song Che first came to the weapon shop with the design drawings, all the blacksmiths stared at him with strange eyes. What a sharp contrast between this wealthy young man in brocade and silk robes and the shirtless, greasy-faced blacksmith!
Song Che handed the design drawing to Old Tang. Old Tang took one look at it and frowned slightly. He knew that this job was not easy, but without saying a word, he silently returned to his post and began to make molds based on the drawings.
Before the musket was built, regardless of whether Song Che could help or not, he had to stay at the weapon shop during the day, and could only go back to the thatched cottage to rest at night.
Song Che didn't know how to blacksmith, so he couldn't help much. All the blacksmiths worked hard, like mindless human machines, without saying a word.
Despite the noisy "bang bang bang bang" sound of iron being struck in the weapons shop, it was still lifeless.
"Old man, do you understand this drawing?"
Song Che couldn't bear the depressing atmosphere and took the initiative to talk to Old Tang, but who expected that he just spoke——
"Snapped!"
A whip sounded next to his ears, and the whip passed by his face. If he had been half an inch closer, his handsomeness would no longer exist.
"There is no room for whispering in the weapons shop. I will teach you a lesson this time. If you dare to speak out again, you will be ripped apart!"
The supervisor raised his cane and glared at Song Che fiercely.
No wonder no one spoke.
Old Tang shook his head and sighed.
The eyes of the other blacksmiths finally unified. It turned out that this wealthy young man was just like them, a slave who could be whipped by others.
No, no, no...Song Che is different.
While rolling up his sleeves, he walked towards the overseer who had just cracked his whip. When he came to him, he breathed into his hands and asked:
"Look what this is?"
The supervisor obviously didn't know what he meant, and he didn't believe what Song Che could do.
"Follow me!"
Song Che clenched his fists, exerted all his strength, and hit the supervisor on the chin with a "Shenglong Fist" - the supervisor flipped two and a half times in the air, lowered his head and stuck out his butt, and fell to the ground.
