The Creators: From Night City

"What will become of them? What will those Brazilian army men do to them?"

"What else can slaves do? Men will face heavy labor every day and eat hard-to-swallow food until they become sick from overwork and die of illness. They will be buried randomly on the island. As for women..." When he said this, Hekelil stabbed a coconut with a knife.

"You'd better pray that they die sooner rather than later. After all, the island is full of soldiers who have been hungry and thirsty for a long time."

As he spoke, Heklier broke open the coconut and drank the coconut juice in big gulps.

Zhu Changbian couldn't help but swallow twice, not sure if it was because he was thirsty or because he was thinking of the widow Zhang Manhua and her eldest daughter who had luckily survived the shipwreck but were taken away by the army.

Not long after her husband died, she was left alone with her daughter when a drought hit and she had no way to survive. So she immediately responded to Zhu Changbian's call and left her hometown to go to the United States to seek survival.

After listening to his brother's translation of these things, Zhu Sanxi's teeth chattered. "Brother, we must go and rescue them. We brought them out of the village, not to let the foreign devils abuse them."

When he said this, his eyes were about to spit fire, but most of it was for Widow Zhang's plump eldest daughter Zhu Suier, and a small part was for himself, who was already grown up and had not yet started a family.

"Nonsense!" Zhu Changbian had participated in the Hunan Army, fought in the Battle of Niuzhuang, and had also worked hard in the United States for so many years. He was no longer hot-headed and impulsive.

"They are regular Brazilian troops, armed with guns, cannons and men. Why are you going to rescue them? With your mediocre farming skills?"

"Eat your food and survive first."

After scolding his cousin, Zhu Changbian turned to look at He Kelier who was quietly watching the two quarreling.

"Friends, could you please send us back to St. Denis in the United States so that you don't have to work in vain? I'm somewhat of a manager there, and I have a lot of friends. I can still scrape together $1,800."

"Are you not going to care about your compatriots?" Hekelil said with a hint of sarcasm.

"The two of us can't take on an entire army. I need to go back to America for help."

Zhu Changbian's idea was simple. No one knew when the rescue would arrive. As long as he could return to the Pipe Valley in Ambarino, meet Lord Black King and ask for help in person, no matter how many enemies there were, they would not be enough to be burned by the "Heavenly Fire". The garrison at Wallaceburg had three or four hundred people, all of them elite soldiers, and they were all wiped out in the blink of an eye.

Hecollier thought that the other party was making an excuse for his cowardice, but he did not comment on it.

"I have a ship that can take you back to the United States, but you have to stay with us for two days. Also, I don't want the money, I want the gun in your hand." Hekelil put forward his conditions.

Chapter 492 When it rains, it rains

Zhu Changbian gritted his teeth and said, "No problem, but I can only give it to you after we land in Saint Denis."

"Once we're on board, there's no room for negotiation." Hekelil's tone left no room for doubt.

Being at the mercy of others, Zhu Changbian could only bite the bullet and agree, "Okay."

The rebels' lair was not here. This cave was indeed dug by the enemy as Zhu Sanxi said, but it was just a hiding place.

After resting until the second half of the night, Heklier called the two of them softly, motioning them to follow them and leave here under the cover of night.

Zhu Sanxi, who was half asleep, was heartless. He just followed his cousin who had not slept for half the night with his head hung down.

It’s just a pity for Zhu Changbian, he is tired and sleepy, but he still has to force himself to stay awake.

The road is very difficult to walk on at night, especially in the second half of the night. The sky is dark, and a thin layer of mist covers the mountains and forests. The shadows of the trees are swaying, and the moonlight is hazy. When you step, you can't see the road conditions under your feet, and you will be tripped by dead trees and rocks from time to time.

Many streams fall from the distant ridges, forming stepped waterfalls that flow along both sides of the road ahead. If you ignore the complicated political situation on the island, this is indeed a place with beautiful scenery.

The two followed the rebels all the way to the crater lake on the top of the mountain, then went around the lake to the east, went down the mountain, walked several miles of mountain roads, and came to a cliff.

There is an abandoned lighthouse fortress here, which was built by the Spanish in the 18th century. However, most of the gun turrets on the top have collapsed, and the cannons used to control the eastern waterway have long disappeared.

It was natural that this place became an observation post for the rebels.

The real camp of the rebels is located in a cave near the cliff. There are a large number of giant banyan trees at the entrance of the cave. The spreading aerial roots make it look like a maze, which is very well concealed.

The two of them could finally get enough sleep here.

Hecollier assigned the two of them an earthen hut on the edge of the camp. The conditions were not good, but at least it could shelter them from the wind and rain.

Fortunately, the two of them were not picky and were content to have a place to stay.

Zhu Changbian was extremely tired. After asking Zhu Sanxi to take a walk, he lay down and could no longer resist the sleepiness, falling into a deep sleep at dawn.

Then he was awakened by a burst of gunfire.

The sound of the gunfire was so close to him that it seemed to be right next to him, which made him turn over and stand up instantly.

It doesn't matter at this stop, wailing and screaming are instantly heard.

The regular troops on the island attacked.

Zhu Changbian's first thought was that among the Thirty-Six Strategies, running away was the best one, but when he looked around, he found a fatal problem.

Zhu Sanxi disappeared.

This made him very anxious. He quickly tied the bag around his arm and walked out of the shack holding the "Tongyi".

Now the gunshots were clearer.

Zhu Changbian was thinking about the direction of the camp. When he turned a corner, he found two rebels hiding behind a tree and shooting at the enemy. Bullets flew through the woods at a high speed, making a "whoosh" sound.

One of them was about to say something to Zhu Changbian when he was shot in the collarbone by the enemy who was surrounding him from the side. He fell down holding his throat.

Immediately afterwards, the second bullet flew past Zhu Changbian's shoulder.

Zhu Changbian quickly lay down.

It was chaos, total chaos. Gunshots rang out all around, and Spanish, English, and some local Aboriginal languages ​​mixed together with shouting, cursing, threatening, and wailing, turning the rainforest into a chaotic mess.

Listening to the approaching footsteps, Zhu Changbian knew that the enemy was crouching and approaching his position, and there was more than one of them.

He had no way to avoid it, so he could only grit his teeth and rush out with his gun.

These Brazilian soldiers obviously mistook Zhu Changbian for a member of the rebel army. They didn't even say hello when they met him, but just started shooting at him. Zhu Changbian just leaned forward and fired two shots, and then he felt a pain in his chest, as if he had been punched hard.

He was shot.

Fortunately, subcutaneous armor is very effective against subsonic bullets of this era. The bullets just penetrate the skin and are blocked by the subcutaneous armor.

The enemy was not so lucky.

The bullet from "Tongyi" hit the chest of one of the enemies, instantly creating a fist-sized hole. The opponent fell to the ground without even being able to utter a single word, and was no longer able to make a sound.

The war between ordinary people is so cruel.

Another enemy mistakenly thought that Zhu Changbian had been shot, and rushed over with a Lancaster rifle, intending to shoot him again. Unexpectedly, Zhu Changbian jumped out from the cover nearby like a wild rabbit, grabbed the opponent's long gun barrel and moved aside, allowing the bullet to hit the banyan tree nearby. He took advantage of the small size of the "Uni-President" in his hand and directly hit the opponent's chin and pulled the trigger.

boom!

Flesh and blood splattered.

Half of the opponent's face was directly cut open by the bullet, and blood foam splashed all over Zhu Changbian's face.

The unlucky guy who was shot fell to the ground without a sound.

Zhu Changbian grabbed the Lancaster rifle from the corpse, untied the belt full of bullets from the man, and rushed into the rainforest where gunshots were heard continuously.

He was looking for a place for the rebels to eat.

Based on his understanding of Zhu Sanxi, if he were given a choice, the kitchen would be his first choice.

As expected, Zhu Changbian used his not-so-excellent marksmanship and his aggressive shooting style supported by his invulnerability to swords and guns, and cooperated with the rebels to eliminate several enemies. After inquiring along the way, he successfully arrived at the kitchen in the collapsed stone house built by the stream.

Zhu Sanxi was indeed here.

He had half a cassava cake stuffed in his mouth, and he was kneeling on the ground like a quail, trembling in fear at the enemy's gun.

Even when the battle broke out, the rebels in the same room threw him a revolver, but he did not dare to pick it up. He just huddled in the corner, leaving everything to fate, and handed over the right to decide life and death to the enemy.

But every peck and every drink has its own destiny.

Having no weapons is not without its advantages. The armed rebels were quickly killed by the enemy, but the unarmed and trembling Zhu Sanxi survived temporarily.

Three Brazilian soldiers in light blue uniforms asked him for information about the rebels in English, but they were greatly disappointed when they found that he could not understand them at all.

Zhu Changbian heard everything clearly outside the door. Seeing that they could not get any information out of him, the three men prepared to beat Zhu Sanxi to death on the spot.

Just as the three of them were discussing who should shoot him and take the credit, Zhu Changbian rushed in covered in blood.

A life-and-death exchange of fire took place in this small space in an instant and ended abruptly.

Chapter 494 Temporary Interrogation

"Unity" emptied its magazine in two seconds. At a distance of three or four meters, there was no possibility of missing the target. As expected, the three enemies had several large holes on their bodies, while Zhu Changbian was shot in the abdomen, and a layer of flesh was torn off his thigh. The last bullet flew past his ear and bit a small hole in his earlobe.

If he didn't have the subcutaneous armor, he would have died again today.

But even though the fatal attack was blocked by the subcutaneous armor, Zhu Changbian was still seriously injured. The bullet in the thigh directly scraped off a layer of his flesh, making him limp when he walked.

"Zhu Sanxi!"

Zhu Changbian tried to wake up his cousin, whose mind was completely captivated by death and panic.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and get up."

Seeing that the other party was trembling and couldn't hear anything, Zhu Changbian swung his arm without any hesitation and gave the other party a slap in the face, which was his favorite.

He learned this trick from the old sergeant during the Hunan Army period.

Sure enough, after a slap in the face, the panic disappeared instantly.

"Go, let's go!"

They said they wanted to leave, but they were unfamiliar with the place and were surrounded by enemy troops. Where could they run to?

Zhu Changbian, dragging a wounded leg and a burden, finally broke out of the enemy's encirclement while fighting and retreating. He came to the edge of a cliff and saw from a distance the shirtless black resistance leader He Kelier leading a group of people, who were relying on the ruined lighthouse fortress and the steep terrain to fight a desperate battle with the enemy.

That direction was also where the gunfire was most intense.

Zhu Sanxi was about to turn around and go somewhere else, but was pulled back by Zhu Changbian.

He slapped Zhu Sanxi and asked him to look in the direction of his finger.

"Do you see what's on the sea behind you?"

Zhu Sanxi looked up cautiously, then answered excitedly.

"It's a boat, it's a boat, brother."

Zhu Changbian just thought about it briefly and made a decision immediately.

"Let's go to the top of the tower and go around it from the side. TN, there's no such store after this village."

Fortunately, the two were on the side of the warring parties, and the enemy did not notice them for a while.

Hecollier was looking down from above, and obviously saw the two sneaky people.

He raised his gun and kept shooting at the enemy, but after firing a few shots, his expression suddenly changed. He turned sharply towards the two Zhus and waved at them frantically.

"Brother, what is that foreigner doing?" Zhu Sanxi asked Zhu Changbian while crouching and moving among the rocks.

"Maybe he wants us to hurry up. Look, the boat is almost here."

But Zhu Changbian obviously guessed the other party's intention wrong.

As soon as the two of them climbed to the vicinity of the lighthouse from the rear, they saw Herkelil taking the lead, running and jumping off the lighthouse, flying over a height of more than ten meters, and falling directly into the sea behind the lighthouse.

Others followed closely behind, jumping down like dumplings, as if there were ghosts chasing them.

Just as the two were wondering, a sharp and shrill whistle sounded in their ears, causing Zhu Changbian's face to change drastically.

"Damn TN, it's the cannon!"

The lighthouse suddenly exploded into a cloud of gravel and dust. Soon, the second Krupp 75mm field gun also opened fire, directly gnawing a gap in the middle of the dilapidated lighthouse.

Amidst the rustling sound of collapsing bricks and stones, the two Zhu brothers ran for their lives, but how could their two legs outrun the overturned bricks and stones?

As the lighthouse collapsed, Zhu Changbian only had time to pull his cousin and jump down the steep hillside before he was overtaken and buried by a huge amount of bricks and rocks like an avalanche. His eyes went black and he lost consciousness.

……

"呲~"

A sharp pain woke Zhu Changbian from his coma.

He endured the drowsiness and opened his eyes with great effort, only to find that he had been hung up without knowing when.

In front of him was a simple interrogation room.

A thin white man with a small goatee was holding a branding iron in his hand, and the air was filled with the smell of burning protein at high temperature.

No need to ask, it was he who 'kindly' woke Zhu Changbian from his coma.

Zhu Changbian tried to struggle a few times, but it was useless because the rope was tied very firmly.

"You're awake now. I hope you like my welcome ceremony." The man with the goatee handed the branding iron to the professional interrogator serving beside him and walked to Zhu Changbian.