"Choose one and stab him in the stomach."
On the beach, Ruffin threw a Maclay sword seized from Southeast Asia on the sand in front of Mabel.
There is no need to translate. From the gleaming sharp blade and the movement of Rufin's mouth, the unarmed "slave workers" of the Ming Dynasty realized something.
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As if stones were thrown into a pool of stagnant water, the tired and dull demeanor of the slave workers suddenly changed.
Everyone stepped back with horror on their faces, but were quickly scolded by the Dutchman with guns and swords and rushed back to their original place.
"Sir, why do you want me to do this?" Although Mabel also looked panicked, she still asked tremblingly.
Rufen raised his chin and said, "Because I need to calm down the anger Ming Guo brought me. Let's get started. I won't interfere with your choice."
When the Dutch said this, his eyes quickly swept over the faces of the slave workers in the Ming Dynasty. He expected that at such a moment, he would easily see some of them and look at the same person as if he were seeking instructions from a superior. That person must be their leader.
But he was disappointed. The slave workers were still like sheep hiding from the butcher's knife in the barn, squeezing around in confusion, everyone hoping to hide behind others.
Mabel breathed a sigh of relief. Zheng Haizhu is right, the Dutch are not idlers, and they will definitely become suspicious. Until the last moment, our sergeants will still insist on acting like timid and helpless slaves, and Mabel, you must not reveal your secret.
Mabel's face showed a look of resistance after hearing the stupid and ridiculous decision. She took a few steps forward, spread her hands, and argued with reason: "Sir, please calm down. We haven't reached Badawi yet. Ya, some of them lost their lives not because of resistance, but they still have to be executed by me. This is simply ridiculous! Can the living people work calmly and honestly? If such a situation is seen by the natives of Penghu, If it goes back to Fujian, how can we collect more slave labor for your company?"
After the translator relayed it completely, Ruffin narrowed his eyes and nodded in agreement.
"You're right. It's a shame that slave workers are killed before they die from exhaustion."
He leaned over to pick up the MacLays sword, stared at a burly man who looked to be the oldest among the slave workers in the Ming Dynasty, and pointed at him with the tip of the sword: "You, come here and kill this woman."
Yang Tiansheng took a breath of air.
This red-haired bastard obviously wanted to test whether Zheng Haizhu was a fake human trafficker, but actually sent the Ming army to Baisha Island disguised as slave labor.
The Dutch soldiers in front of them were about two hundred years old. If it was a close-quarters encounter, the team led by Yang Tiansheng, half of which were pirates and half of which were from the elite Fujian Navy, would not have a problem subduing the Dutch.
However, there were still soldiers and firearms on the warships in the harbor, so the Ming army would still suffer heavy casualties. The key point was that today was not the time for the team lurking on Baisha Island to launch an attack.
Yang Tiansheng then looked more and more frightened and waved his hands at Lu Fen.
"Hey, this woman and her boss tricked you into coming here to do hard labor and then go to further islands to suffer. Don't you hate them?"
Ruffin asked with a dark smile.
Yang Tiansheng knelt down, put his palms together, kept making begging gestures to Lu Fen, and cried out: "Master, my little girl is still in the village. If I kill her, her accomplices in Fujian will be killed." I know, my little one will definitely not survive. Please have mercy on me! I will work hard for you."
As soon as the translator finished what Yang Tiansheng said, a figure with fluttering cassocks ran over from behind the rocks.
It was the Japanese monk who was rescued a few days ago.
The monk stood in front of Mabel, faced Ruffin, poured out a string of Japanese words, and pointed to the sky above him from time to time.
Batavia's translator didn't understand Japanese, but as a Chinese, he also understood the basic ideas of Buddhism. He guessed that the other party was talking about karma and retribution, and he was interceding for Mabel.
The translator's heart was actually filled with panic.
The humble men and women in front of me spoke the same Chinese as myself. In order to survive, he could ignore them being driven or teased by the Dutch chief, but he really couldn't bear to see them being tortured and killed by Ruffin at his whim.
The translator then plucked up the courage and said to Lu Fen: "Sir, Japan, like the Ming Dynasty, respects monks very much. This monk can play the musical instrument favored by the Ming Dynasty civil servants, and he should come from a very prestigious temple. In case he and the shogunate Or the daimyo nobles maintain friendship..."
Ruffin's eyes when looking at the translator were not angry at all. The news coming from the Dutch business office in Japan was that the Tokugawa shogunate intended to expel the Catholic forces in Portugal and Spain and close the country, but it seemed that it could open a window to the Dutch who had no intention of proselytizing.
Japan and the Ming Dynasty had different attitudes towards the Dutch. In the former, the Dutch governor tried his best to make friends with them.
Ruffin did not want to be rude to this monk in distress. After all, the captains of the three battleships are watching, and any one of them may go to the governor to complain.
When the evil spirit on Lu Fen's face subsided, Yang Tiansheng, like all little people struggling to death, crawled in front of the translator, raised his face with a stiff and flattering smile, and said something repeatedly.
The Chinese translator nodded, turned to Lu Fen and said respectfully: "Sir, he said that they were in the Ming Dynasty and had to perform corvee labor. It was the Ming Dynasty that forced the people to do hard labor. They were ordered by the local government to build fortifications to resist bandits. They were good at a kind of I would like to dedicate my unique defense technology to the commander, and I beg you, sir, to calm down."
"Oh? What kind of technology is it?"
The captains behind Ruffin were obviously attracted by these words and also came up.
After several rounds, Ruffin could not see any flaws in the Ming slave workers and Mabel. His doubts about them had subsided a lot. Now that he heard this topic, he was quite interested and said in a deep voice: "Do it." come and see."
Yang Tiansheng kowtowed a few times again, took a small machete from the place where tools were stacked, brought a piece of bamboo, and cut out dozens of bamboo strips with the surface of the bamboo skin, like threading a needle. After some tea time, the bottom of a simple bamboo basket was woven.
A "slave worker" behind him dug up half a sack of moist soil and put it into a bamboo basket.
Yang Tiansheng demonstrated: "The officers and soldiers of the Ming Dynasty asked us to make bamboo baskets, fill them with soil, and stack them one on top to become a defensive wall. If the enemy attacks in other directions, these bamboo baskets are easy to move and can be placed in another place. A new wall quickly forms in one place.”
"Well, it seems very interesting," Captain Putmans of the Hope, after witnessing the skillful Chinese people and listening to the defense ideas, glanced at Captain Byrne of the Groningen, who had provoked his commander to come to the test, and pointed at the kneeling The Ming slave workers on the ground said, "If they wanted to attack us, they would have done it long ago. These are just cowardly civilians, let them do these things. Captain Byrne, when you were riding the wind and waves in Kinmen , I have to be responsible for the defense of our Penghu base. Could it be that then..."
Rufen raised his hand to stop Putmans from questioning him, and said to Yang Tiansheng with a gloomy face: "In addition to carrying stones and wood, you have to weave a hundred bamboo balls every day, otherwise, there is no way you can get it." Food and water.”
Then he turned to look at Mabel, who looked paralyzed with fear: "You woman, go back to the tent."
