From Robinson Crusoe

"I'll repeat it one last time!
Put down your weapons, put your hands on your head, and squat!
If they don’t, this is what will happen to them!”

Sunday no longer looked Werner in the eye, as if he were just a goat or a more timid rabbit.

He turned his head and repeated it for the fourth time.

This time his voice was not as loud as the third time, but it was much more threatening.

The bright red blade, the natives with their heads uncovered, the bodies of their companions whose throats had been slit, and the "divine punishment" that took their lives in an unknown way, all these factors combined together and finally made these natives give up their futile resistance.

The few people lying on the ground seemed to be frightened and still faced the sand, like the ostrich that buried its head in the sand in the legend, trying to cover its ears and steal the bell, deceiving itself.

The natives who were still conscious quickly followed Sunday's instructions, laying down their weapons as needed and squatting down as needed, showing unprecedented docility.

……

Werner was ignored by these natives who always obeyed his orders and allowed him to beat and scold them.

He really wanted to kill the hateful native who was blocking his escape, but he had a lame leg.

The reason why the pioneers of the great voyages were able to travel the world was not because of their skillful use of cold weapons or their strong physical fitness.

They relied on their strong ships, powerful artillery and muskets.

Of course, greed and shamelessness may also be added, which is their most commonly used pass.

Close combat was not his forte, not to mention that he was now missing a leg. Having seen how swift and ruthless Sunday's movements were, even if Werner was dissatisfied with Sunday's behavior, he did not dare to take action.

And now he has lost the courage to continue to incite the natives -

"At this time, God knows whether the teenager will put the knife to his neck."

Even though Vinar could show endless courage to board an ocean-going sailing ship for wealth, he still refused to risk his life and fight the natives.

With his eyes rolling back and forth, Werner was on the verge of despair, racking his brains to think about how to escape from the island.

The canoe was lying on the beach less than 200 yards away from him.

But these 200 yards, which were usually reached in an instant, have become an insurmountable chasm today.

"How about I sneak back to the forest while they're not paying attention...

As long as I can hold on for a few days, that bastard Killian will definitely send someone to find me..."

With his thoughts racing, Werner made up his mind to sneak away, hide in a secluded place and wait for rescue by his companions.

The young native waved to another dressed native and said a few words in a language he had never heard before.

Then another native nodded and walked straight towards him with bundles of ropes in his hand.

……

"It happened!"

Realizing that he was about to become a prisoner of these two natives and the "ghost" who never showed up, Werner naturally would not surrender obediently.

He tried to support the wooden stick with one hand to make his body look straight and tall, while raising the long knife in the other hand.

This long sword was made by a famous blacksmith and was given to Werner by a first mate who was on good terms with him, who bought it from a down-and-out nobleman. The handle is covered with reliefs and the blade is extremely sharp. It is both beautiful and practical, and is one of Werner's favorite weapons.

This superior weapon is many times more powerful than the iron knives in the hands of the natives.

But even though he was holding this long sword that made him proud, Werner still lacked confidence.

"Get away!

Don't come over here, or I'll kill you!"

He shouted and waved the long knife in his hand to intimidate the natives who were slowly approaching.

……

Saturday had just been appeased by Sunday, and came to tie up their captives, but they didn't expect that the first captive they encountered would be so difficult to deal with.

Looking at the sharp knife in Werner's hand, he couldn't help but stop. He didn't dare to move forward, nor did he dare to use more radical means to solve the problem like he did on Sunday.

Emotional people who love art are often indecisive.

Saturday was a typical example.

Fortunately, at this moment, not only did Zhou Ri control the situation on his own, but Chen Zhou was also supervising the battle from a distance.

……

"boom!"

The Minié bullet flew out of the gun barrel, hitting the sand next to Werner, splashing up a cloud of sand.

The sudden burst of gunfire completely shattered Werner's courage, which he had finally mustered.

He threw away the long sword that he treasured like a treasure with a speed faster than any other native, and squatted down with his head in his hands, imitating the natives.

However, due to his ankle injury, he could only hold his head with one hand and hold the wooden stick with the other hand to prevent his body from losing support.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me..."

This sailor, who always regarded the natives as "wild monkeys" and considered himself a superior race, was almost broken by the successive blows.

He put aside the contempt of the "superior" for the "inferior" and, under the threat of death, began to honestly learn how to be humble and behave himself.

……

Saturday felt his cheeks burning with courage after drawing enough support from the "God".

He felt ashamed of his cowardice and hesitation. He gritted his teeth, tried to be more agile than before, walked up to the brown-haired man and tied his hands.

Then, like herding sheep, he held the ropes and tied up the natives who had given up resistance one by one, stringing them together in a row.

……

When Chen Zhou appeared from a distance with a gun in hand and slowly appeared in front of Werner.

The remaining 11 people, 10 natives and Werner, the sailor from the "civilized world", all formed a straight line under Sunday's command, squatting on the hot sand under the scorching sun, and no one dared to speak.

Zhou Ri was very satisfied with his performance. He stood straight, still holding the long sword in his hand, and proudly met Chen Zhou's gaze.

By comparison, the mood on Saturday seemed particularly low.

He lowered his head, his hands pressed against his trouser legs, feeling ashamed of his cowardice, and didn't even dare to look up at Chen Zhou's eyes.

……

"Well done!"

Chen Zhou walked past Saturday and went straight to Sunday, patted him on the shoulder and encouraged him.

Zhou Ri did not say a word. He inserted the long knife in his hand into the sand, knelt on one knee, pounded his left chest with his right fist, and expressed his submission and loyalty to Chen Zhou.

When Saturday saw this, he quickly knelt down along with Sunday - his reactions were often a beat slow.

……

"It's okay, I believe you can do better next time."

Facing Zhou Siwei's self-blame, Chen Zhou did not scold him.

After being together for so long, he knew very well how loyal Saturday was to him.

But a person's behavior is often influenced by his or her personality, and sometimes no matter how hard you try, it is difficult to do as well as others.

His performance on Saturday was certainly not satisfactory, but he is not the type of person who can withstand harsh criticism. If you want him to become better, it is better to adopt a gentler educational approach.

Confucius had three thousand disciples, yet he taught them according to their aptitude.

Chen Zhou admits that he is far inferior to Confucius, but he only needs to educate two people. For these two "students", he can still grasp their personalities, grasp the intensity, and flexibly design the teaching methods.

……

Knowing that he knew nothing about Spanish and even whether he could understand 17th century English was unknown, Chen Zhou did not ask the brown-haired man first.

Picking up the long knife dropped by the brown-haired man with interest, he raised his hand to signal Saturday and Sunday to stand up, and then handed the long knife to Sunday.

"This is your reward."

As he spoke, Chen Zhou ruffled Zhou Ri’s slightly curly hair like a real elder.

Then he waved again, motioning Saturday to come over.

"I'll give you another task. Don't mess it up this time."

Gently stroking the back of Saturday's head, he pointed in the direction of the cabin and continued.

"Go and gather up my fishing rods and fishing box, and then use the cart to pull the two bodies out of the woods. Go!"

"Yes!"

Chen Zhou's encouragement made Saturday feel more guilty than the reprimand. He lowered his head to accept the new task, ran towards the camp at the foot of the mountain, and soon disappeared from everyone's sight.

……

Giving Sunday a look of trust, Chen Zhou slowly walked to the side of the brown-haired man.

His stature, which was much taller than his contemporaries, naturally gave people an invisible sense of oppression. The long spear in his hand, with a black barrel and a unique shape, symbolizing absolute military strength, added to his deterrent power.

Werner, who used to bully the natives, didn't dare to look directly at this "ghost".

He lowered his head, feeling Chen Zhou's heavy footsteps, and tried hard to control his lame body, trying to make himself appear decent and dignified.

Chen Zhou pinched Werner's chin with interest, observing his appearance and expression.

Werner also took this opportunity to be forced to see the appearance of the "ghost".

This man looked very different from the several things he had imagined before he was arrested.

His skin was slightly yellowish and a little rough, like that of someone who has been living by the sea for many years.

But his skin color was much lighter than that of the natives, and he did not look like he had been ravaged by the sea breeze since birth. His hair was not like that of most of the natives. Although it was jet black, it was not curled at all. Instead, it grew straight up like steel needles.

His facial features are not as three-dimensional as those of white people. His eye sockets are not deep enough, but his nose is very straight and his lips are much thinner than those of the natives.

On the entire face of the "ghost", apart from the straight nose, the most captivating thing is the eyes.

A pair of sharp eyebrows embellish the eyes.

The pupils of the "ghost" are different from its eyebrows and hair. They are not pure black. To be more precise, they should be dark brown.

These eyes are large and bright, revealing a real sense of looking down upon others.

Werner had been drifting on the sea for many years and had met many high-ranking figures. He was even fortunate enough to meet two great nobles in the court.

But he had never seen anyone look down on him in this way.

It didn't seem like the contempt that people of high social status would have for people of low social status, but rather it was like God was looking down on mortals.

From Chen Zhou's eyes, Werner could feel that he was completely unimportant to this man, just like a lion would not care about the life or death of an ant.

He didn't know how the "ghost" developed this sense of looking down.

He only knew that when he faced those eyes, he couldn't muster the courage to resist.

Not to mention that he is a prisoner now, after being arrested, even if he were released and given a musket, he would not dare to be an enemy of this man.

And the more he looked at Chen Zhou, the more Werner's eyes shrank——

He couldn't control himself from looking directly at the terrifying giant.

Seeing that the forced eye contact had already brought enough pressure to this "troublemaker", Chen Zhou chuckled, patted the brown-haired man's bearded cheek, pulled out the scabbard of a long sword from his waist, and threw it to Sunday.

"Why only take half of the reward?"

Chen Zhou said this in a joking tone and stood up.

……

After taking the scabbard, Sunday fiddled with the new weapon lovingly.

Not long after, Saturday arrived near the coast pushing a cart carrying two bodies.

He quickly cleaned up Chen Zhou's fishing gear that had been messed up by the natives and scattered all over the woods, and then pushed the cart without stopping and dragged the body onto the cart.

These tasks were completed almost in one go, and by the time the cart was pushed to the coastal woodland that was full of felled tree stumps, the intense physical labor and the scorching sun had left Saturday breathless and sweating.

……

"This is the last task. Once you're done, you can go drink some water and have a good rest."

Chen Zhou pulled Saturday to his side and pointed at the natives who were squatting in a straight line.

"Let them stand up and identify the bodies one by one, including the two on the beach, and then single out those who had a close relationship with the bodies."

……

Saturday wiped the beads of sweat rolling down his head with his sleeve and nodded.

Although he hadn't recovered yet, he no longer wanted to mess up these little things and damage the good impression he had in the heart of the "God".

Trying to keep his voice calm, he followed Chen Zhou's instructions and ordered all the natives to stand up and go to the four bodies one by one to identify whether they were their relatives or close friends.

The natives were confused and had no idea what these people were doing, but since the order had been given, they had no say and could only follow it.

Tied together with ropes, they followed the order, crouched over, carefully observed the appearance of the deceased, and then reported truthfully to Saturday.

During this process, Chen Zhou silently observed the expressions of all the natives.

He quietly remembered a few of the people who seemed particularly sad and excited.

These people were unstable elements who might try to escape from the island in the future out of revenge, or secretly plot to endanger his or Saturday and Sunday's safety.

After the "body identification" was completed, Chen Zhou waved his hand and called Sunday to his side.

……

Sunday, with his newly acquired weapon on his waist, looked arrogant and more energetic than usual.

He came to Chen Zhou excitedly, and he wanted to kneel down and kowtow to him immediately to thank Chen Zhou for the reward.

"This, this, and this."

Chen Zhou pointed out three people from among the many natives and told Sunday in a low voice:

“Separate these three, take them to the woods over there, and kill them all.

Be clean and efficient, don't waste time, because you will still be responsible for these people when you return."

"Yes!"

Sunday didn't ask why -

God does not make mistakes, He does not know how to question.

Straightening the long knife at his waist, he walked expressionlessly behind the three marked natives, untied the ropes that bound them, and then tied the three people up again with another shorter rope.

"Come with me."

Leaving behind a few words, as if Chen Zhou had ordered him, Zhou Ri did not explain the reason too much and led the way directly. (End of this chapter)