Daming Yinghua

"Choose one and stick the knife in his stomach."

On the beach, Ruffin threw a Markley Hercules sword seized from Nanyang on the sand in front of Mabel.

There is no need to translate, from the gleaming sharp blade and the movement of Rufen's mouth, the unarmed "slaves" of the Ming Dynasty realized something.

As if a stone was thrown into a pool of stagnant water, the exhausted and sluggish expressions of the slave workers suddenly changed.

Everyone backed away with horror on their faces, but was immediately scolded by the Dutchman with a gun and a sword and rushed back to the original place.

"Sir, why do you want me to do this?" Although Mabel also looked flustered, she still asked tremblingly.

Rufen raised his chin and said, "Because I need to appease the anger brought to me by the Ming Dynasty, let's start. I won't interfere with your choice."

When the Dutchman said this, his eyes quickly swept back and forth on the faces of the Ming slave workers.He expected to see some of them easily at such a moment, and he would look at the same person as if he was seeking instructions from the superior.That man must be their leader.

But he was disappointed. The slave laborers were still chaotically crowding around like sheep hiding from the butcher's knife in the barn. Everyone wanted to hide behind others.

Mabel breathed a sigh of relief.What Zheng Haizhu said is right, the Dutch are not rich and rich, and they will definitely be suspicious. Until the last moment, our sergeant will still insist on acting like a timid and helpless slave, and you, Mabel, must not reveal your secrets.

The monk stood in front of Mabel, facing Ruffin, poured out a string of Japanese, and pointed to the sky above him from time to time.

Lufen looked at the interpreter's eyes, but he was not sullen.The news from the Dutch business house in Japan is that the Tokugawa shogunate intends to expel the Catholic forces in Portugal and Spain and close the country, but it seems that it can open a window to the Dutch who have no intention of preaching.

Ruffin didn't want to be rude to this troubled monk.After all, the captains of the three warships were watching, and any one of them might file a complaint with the governor.

"You're right. It's a pity that the slave laborers were killed before they died of exhaustion."

Yang Tiansheng gasped.

Japan and the Ming Dynasty have different attitudes towards the Dutch, and the former is the Dutch governor's best friend.

The Chinese translator nodded, turned to Lufen and said respectfully: "Sir, he said that they were in the Ming Dynasty and had to serve corvee, that is, the Ming Dynasty forced the people to do hard labor. They were once ordered by the local government to build fortifications to resist bandits. Unique defensive technology, I am willing to dedicate it to the commander, please appease your anger, sir."

He leaned over to pick up Mark Lai's Hercules sword, stared at a sturdy man who seemed to be the oldest among the slave laborers of the Ming Dynasty, and pointed at him with the tip of the sword: "You, come here, kill this woman."

The captains behind Rufen were obviously attracted by the words, and they also stepped forward.

However, there are still soldiers and firearms on the battleships in the harbor, and the Ming army will still suffer heavy casualties. The key point is that today is not the time for the team lurking on Baisha Island to launch an attack.

The humble men and women in front of me speak the same Chinese as myself.In order to survive, I can ignore them being driven or teased by the Dutch chief, but I really can't bear to see them being tortured and killed by Ruffin on a whim.

In the chest of the translator, I was really panicked.

Yang Tiansheng knelt down, clasped his palms together, begged Lu Fen for mercy, and said in a sad voice: "My lord, my family is still in the village. If I kill her, her accomplices in Fujian will kill her." I know, my family will definitely not be able to survive. Please have mercy on me, master! I will definitely work hard for master."

Yang Tiansheng kowtowed a few more times, took a small machete from the place where the tools were piled up, brought a section of bamboo, and with the bamboo skin on the surface, quickly cut out dozens of bamboo strips, like threading a needle, After the cup of tea, we made the bottom of a simple bamboo basket.

Just as the interpreter finished Yang Tiansheng's words, a figure in a fluttering cassock ran over behind the reef.

Yang Tiansheng then acted more and more frightened, and waved at Lu Fen again and again.

It was the Japanese monk who was rescued a few days ago.

The translator then mustered up his courage and said to Lufen: "Sir, Japan, like the Ming Dynasty, respects monks very much. This monk, who can play the musical instruments favored by civil servants of the Ming Dynasty, should come from a very prestigious temple. In case he and the Shogunate Or the nobles of the daimyo maintain their friendship..."

"Hey, this woman and her boss tricked you here to work as coolies, and even go to farther islands to suffer. Don't you hate them?"

This red-haired bastard obviously wanted to test whether Zheng Haizhu was a fake human trafficker, but in fact sent the Ming army to Baisha Island as slave labor.

After a few rounds, Lufen couldn't see any flaws in the Ming slave laborers and Mabel, and his doubts about them subsided a lot. Now that he heard this topic, he was very interested, and said in a deep voice: "Do come and see."

The Dutch soldiers in front of him were about two hundred or so. If it was a close combat encounter, half of the team led by Yang Tiansheng had been pirates and the other half was from the elite Fujian Navy. It would not be a problem to subdue the Dutch.

A look of resistance appeared on Mabel's face when she heard a stupid and ridiculous decision. She stepped forward, spread her hands, and argued, "Sir, please calm down. I haven't reached Badawi yet." Ya, some of them lost their lives not because of resistance, and it is ridiculous for me to carry out the execution! Can the living still work peacefully and honestly? If this is the case, the natives of Penghu will see Now, send it back to Fujian, how can we collect more slave labor for your company?"

After the translator completely relayed the story, Lufen narrowed his eyes and nodded in agreement.

Ruffin asked with a grim smile.

"Oh? What technology?"

When Lu Fen's face was slightly withdrawn, Yang Tiansheng, like all the little people who were dying, crawled in front of the translator, raised his face with a stiff flattering smile, and said something in a row.

Batavia's translator doesn't understand Japanese, but as a Chinese, he also understands the basic ideas of Buddhism, so he guessed that the other party was talking about karma, and pleaded for Mabel.

A "slave labor" behind him dug up half a sack of damp 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 and fill them with soil, and stack them up one by one to form a defensive wall. If the enemy attacks from other directions, these bamboo baskets are also easy to move, and they can be used in other places. One place quickly becomes a new wall."

"Well, it seems very interesting," Captain Putmans of the Hope, after witnessing the skillful hands of the Chinese and listening to the defensive ideas, glanced at the captain of the Groningen, Bourne, who provoked the officer to test, and pointed to the kneeling The slave worker of the Ming Dynasty on the ground said, "If they want to attack us, they would have done it long ago. These are just timid civilians, let them do these things. Captain Bourne, when you are riding the wind and waves in Jinmen , I will be in charge of the defense of our Penghu base, will it be..."

Lufen raised his hand to stop Putmans from questioning him, and said to Yang Tiansheng with a gloomy face, "In addition to moving stones and wood, you have to weave a hundred bamboo balls every day, otherwise, you can't get it." Food and fresh water."

Then she turned her head and looked at Mabel, who seemed paralyzed with fright: "You woman, go back to the tent too."