Chapter 75 Fang Guan’s road to survival
There are wooden piles standing on the gray soil that is unique to Java Island and is made of volcanic ash. Various wooden stakes were nailed to the ground. There was a person tied to each wooden stake, all in rags and half-clothed. They were tied to stakes.
It's tied to a wooden stake.
His hands were tied tightly, and a rope was tied around his neck, with another section on the wooden stake. The hard wooden stake makes it difficult to get out.
These people are Fang Guan and Fang Guan’s crew.
The weather in Java is like this, sometimes sunny and sometimes rainy.
The sun is high on a sunny day. It's like ten days in the sky. The blazing sunshine is like a flame entity, licking everyone's skin and wounds. Originally these people were tortured. He was already extremely weak, under the blessing of such sunshine. It is even more difficult to resist.
Asking for a sip of water is like reaching heaven.
All he could face was the mocking look on the Javanese's thin, dark face.
And in the blink of an eye, the heavy rain suddenly came, and the thunder thundered, like thunder and lightning. Earth-shattering, cloud-turning and rain-shaking. In an instant, everything was muddy. When muddy water enters the wound, it feels different. Unforgettable.
Heavy rains and scorching sun alternated repeatedly. It is the best torture in the world, not to mention. These people have wounds, large and small, all over their bodies. When the sun is blazing, salt particles appear all over your body. When the heavy rain poured down, blood poured out all over his body.
This is killing them.
Perhaps it was the last fear of the Ming Dynasty that made the Javanese people not want to be stained with the blood of these people.
Let nature take away their lives.
During heavy rains, Javanese people will naturally not get wet here.
Fang Guan, who was awakened by the rain, struggled and roared to the sky, like a ferocious beast, and then used all his strength to hit the wooden pile again and again.
The stake was so thick that I couldn't close it with both hands. It was buried very deep, at least two feet. It was very stable, and this execution ground was not even built for the purpose of executing these people. The piles of bones nearby let people know that many people had died here.
Fang Guan and the others are not the first group, nor are they the last group.
Although heavy rain penetrates into the soil, it will loosen the soil somewhat. But due to the weather in Java, the soil here is very adaptable to water, and it is not the kind of soil that becomes soft when water enters. Because of this, the impact of Fangguan can hardly shake the wooden pile.
After all, Javanese are not fools. If the wooden stake fell over as soon as it was pushed, this kind of punishment would not be used.
Just at the beginning, there were others who followed Fang Guan's example. But as time went by, I became anxious and hungry. Some people have even died here. Only Fang Guan still persisted.
Fang Guan even regarded this method as an additional punishment for himself. Only in this way did he feel better. Only in this way did he feel that his sins were forgiven. Only in this way can he feel at ease.
It no longer matters whether you can knock down the stake and regain your freedom.
Just like a madman, Fang Guan hit the wooden pile again and again. As if it was Fang Guan's illusion, he suddenly felt that his strength was exhausted. The stakes were a little off.
Just like this, Fang Guan saw hope. He leaned on his back and bumped his head, just like this again and again. The stakes were stained with blood. Suddenly the entire wooden pile tilted more and more. The soil under the wooden piles is getting looser and looser.
With a "plop", the wooden pile fell into the water.
Fang Guan roared and said, "God's eyes are open." He didn't speak anymore, leaned forward, and used his fingers to connect the knots to the wooden stakes and push one end.
There are dead knots all over this wooden pile. Unless cut with a knife. Only faded from both ends. The wooden stake has one end on the ground and the other end in the sky, and it is impossible to remove it. Only when the wooden pile falls can it be removed. Even so, it's not easy.
I don’t know what material this rope is made of. There is no need for any loosening due to water. It was originally tied with a very tight knot, and it was difficult to move it up and down. Fang Guan's ten fingers were all scratched. Bloody. I don't know if it was lubricated by blood or rain. It finally faded away after a while.
Fang Guan seemed to feel a light touch on his neck, and he could finally move away from the wooden pile. He came under another wooden stake and tried his best to shake the man awake. Then the two sides stood back to back, untying each other's ropes and freeing their hands.
Then he followed the same pattern and rescued everyone in the execution ground.
There are no more than a hundred people.
And every one of them was scarred and dying. Not to mention the injuries, what’s more important is that I haven’t eaten for several days. Now my body is very empty. After the intense activity just now, I can no longer do anything.
too tired.
The same is true for Fang Guan.
At this time, his stomach seemed to have no feeling. His hands and feet were weak, as if all the strength he had just now had been exhausted. The people around him were paralyzed on the ground. It seemed that they could not move without ropes at this moment.
It's still raining.
And it rained heavily.
And the harder it rains, the sooner it ends. Even in the tropics, this rule must be followed. It's just that it lasts longer than in the temperate zone.
Outside the execution ground, there are a bunch of thatched houses not far away. It's where the guard is.
Now the rain is pouring down, even if you shout loudly. A few feet away, it was already obscured by the sound of rain. The line of sight was even blocked by dense lines of rain. It doesn't look real at all. Moreover, these guards had no intention of patrolling in the rain.
But once the rain stops, the world is a different place.
There is not much time left for them.
Fang Guan struggled to get up, came to one of his dead brothers, knelt on the ground, kowtowed heavily several times, and said: "Brother, in order to take revenge, I have offended you. I will be a beast in the next life, and I will serve you on your plate." food."
Then he pounced on the dead brother's arm, bit off several pieces of meat, swallowed it alive, and opened a big wound.
After Fang Guan had eaten, his whole temperament looked like an evil ghost crawling out of the area, looking at the living people around him. These people were silent for a moment, and finally one of them burst into tears. Then he imitated Fang Guan and threw himself on his brother.
After a while, these people finally gained strength.
The rain has also lightened up a bit. Based on Fang Guan’s experience. It only takes a while for the rain to stop.
Fang Guan gathered people around him and said: "I have seen that there are only fifty people to guard. Right now, there are two of us, three of us against one. There is only one chance. Once discovered by the enemy, it will be difficult for us to return to our hometown alive. ”
Fang Guan didn't say much, picked up a stone from the ground, and strode towards the thatched house.
He gritted his teeth and followed behind. Then there was the sound of their hurried treading on the water, and the rain became lighter and lighter.
Just when the rain was about to stop, Fang Guan had already rushed to the front of the thatched house. A Javanese soldier inside seemed to hear something. He turned around and looked at Fang Guan and smashed a stone hard. The stone magnified in the eyes of the Javanese soldier. Hit hard in the face.
Fang Guan used all his strength, but with one blow, there was no one left alive.
This Javanese soldier didn't even shout. He looked up to the sky and was already dead.
Fang Guan conveniently snatched off the Javanese soldier's weapon, which was a spear. The tip of the spear is actually made of bronze.
In fact, this is also the current situation in many Southeast Asian countries.
It's not that they don't have iron tools. Rather, for many countries in Southeast Asia, ironware is very valuable. On the one hand, it is because they lack iron smelting capabilities and cannot smelt iron on a large scale. On the other hand, the climate in Southeast Asia is quite unfriendly to ironware, and it is difficult to preserve ironware. Bronze is better.
And this drives up the cost of ownership of ironware. Coupled with the national system in Southeast Asia, many armies are private armies, and some countries even have no national army at all. Therefore, the weapons equipped are also diverse. It is also very normal to have bronze vessels.
This is one of the reasons why Fangguan was still robbed.
According to the Ming Dynasty’s standards, the things on Fang Guan’s ship were actually nothing? Most of them are supplies, and only a small amount are light cargo used as compensation for the captain and crew.
