Dong Liang carefully recalled how he was taken aboard the ship. The ship had a slender shape and a sealed cabin.

They were in the large cabin in the middle, where mainly Tongan and Japanese people were detained.

Chen Deli was willing to listen to Dong Liang, partly because of Dong Liang's knowledge.

On the other hand, there were twice as many Tongan people as ** people in the cabin.

And Dong Liang could just command these people.

"Brother Chen, if there are many corpses in our cabin at once, the sailors above will either send more people down to check and carry them, or let us carry them ourselves. One corpse can be carried by two people. If there are five corpses, it will be enough

Gather fifteen people."

"Second uncle, shouldn't there be ten people?" Dong Xingfu corrected him naively.

"Ah Fu, don't interrupt, five corpses are still five people." Dong Liang knocked on Ah Fu's forehead.

This nephew is tall and thick, but he is a bit stupid, and he also has muscles in his head.

"If there are fifteen people, we will be confident of taking action."

When Chen Deli heard this, he seemed to have a big word "submit" written on his face.

He couldn't come up with this idea.

"Ms. Dong, what a brilliant plan."

Dong Liang was not happy. He changed the topic and said: "But we don't have any weapons. We fight the foreigners with our bare hands. How can we be their opponents? Look at those foreigners who are all burly, like human bears."

Dong Liang still had some confidence in his own skills. In his previous life, he had served as a scout on the Annan battlefield and had practiced his skills.

But most of the people on the boat were honest farmers.

Everyone looked around and saw that there was nothing in the cabin except a few wooden toilets and wooden bowls and spoons for personal use.

Even they only have a pair of pants on their bodies.

At this time, Dong Liang looked at a crack on the ship's deck.

He dug his fingers into the crack and pinched it hard.

A wooden thorn more than half a foot long appeared in his hand.

The deck of this ship is made of fine oak and is very hard.

Dong Liang's physical strength seems to have improved after time travel.

"Hiss..." Chen Deli saw this and took a breath of air.

Dong Liang is 1.8 meters tall, but his figure is a bit thin. He didn't expect to be so strong.

"Everyone, as long as it can kill people, anything can be our weapon."

Dong Liang took Ah Fu as a model, put one hand around his neck, and then pressed the wooden thorn against Ah Fu's carotid artery.

"Second uncle, be gentle." Afu suddenly felt his hair stand on end.

Dong Liang ignored Ah Fu and continued: "There is a big tendon here, growing under the skin. As long as a hole is made, the injured person will inevitably collapse."

Dong Liang explained to everyone several weak points in the human body.

The killing skills he learned from the army are simple and efficient.

Their weapons are crude and they have to attack weak points.

Dong Liang took out the string that was used as a belt from his trousers, tied it to the tail of the ship's nail, and then used the wooden thorn as a lever to lift the ship's nail.

In this way, more than a dozen ship nails were gathered together, and a strip of cloth was wrapped around the tail of the ship nails to make it easier to use.

After some operations, everyone was convinced of Dong Liang.

Originally, everyone only thought Dong Liang was a poor scholar, but now it seems that he is more like a knight who travels around the world, fearless in the face of danger and full of wit.

After all, Dong Liang is an old monster who has lived through two lifetimes, and he exudes a mature and confident temperament when talking to these people.

It makes people feel convinced unconsciously.

…

On the deck, the foreign crewmen continued to cut the braids of these Chinese workers under the command of Captain Bryson.

"Captain, why do these Qing people have such a strange braid on the back of their heads?" Captain Robert asked curiously, his tone full of joking.

"Robert, this is a sign of their inferior race. Maybe their totem is a pig or a rat. Some Indians also have braids like this." Bryson said this like a naturalist.

"Crack!"

There was a sound of a whip hitting the flesh.

"Damn it, be honest!"

A Chinese worker struggled desperately when a foreigner was cutting his braid, which angered the sailor.

At this time, the Chinese had been wearing braids for hundreds of years, and they had already adapted to this hairstyle.

Without their braids, they would still be punished by the officials when they returned.

"What a bunch of stupid inferior people. Their braids will only breed more parasites. I don't want fleas everywhere on the ship."

"Give them a good rinse and use sea water to kill the parasites," Bryson greeted.

The Chinese workers are all cowards, they muddle along, cowardly and selfish.

These days, he has seen some struggling, some roaring, and some committing suicide, but no one has dared to challenge them.

At this time, the first mate Richard ran over and said: "Captain, five Chinese workers died in the middle cabin."

"Fuck! It's really bad luck. We lost another five hundred dollars," Bryson said.

The cost of shipping these piglets from Xiamen is about eight dollars, but they can be sold for more than one hundred dollars when shipped to San Francisco.

The profit is ten times higher than transporting tea. This is why there are more and more ships transporting piglets.

"Mr. Captain, what should I do? If the bodies are left in the cabin, more piglets will die." Richard asked eagerly.

He is a timid and careful man, but he is not popular with the captain because he is too kind to the piggies.

Of course, profit comes first. The captain decisively decided to clean up the corpses.

"Okay, then I'll go call some help."

"No, no, no, let them move out on their own, we can't let our people get infected with the disease."

In this era, the medical level of white people was also very poor, and people were generally afraid of epidemics.

Soon, five "bodies" were moved out of the cabin by ten workers.

The moment he left the cabin, Dong Liang's eyes narrowed, as if they were illuminated by the sunlight on the deck.

Everyone lowered their heads. Dong Liang and Chen Deli carried Ah Fu and walked in the front.

Ah Fu, who was tall and powerful, was very heavy. The two of them staggered a little.

Dong Liang looked around with the corner of his eyes. The sailors on the deck were scattered, which was good.

He saw a middle-aged man with medium build, brown hair and a beard looking at them.

There are three or four people around this person, and it is obvious that this person is standing in the center.

He wore a tight-fitting blue jacket with a stand-up collar, a gold watch chain on the breast pocket, and a revolver at his waist.

They were chatting and completely ignored Dong Liang and the others.

There's no way these piglets can understand what they're saying.

But they were wrong. Dong Liang had already heard from their conversation that the man in the middle was Captain Bryson, and beside him were the first mate and the navigator.

If he was only 30% sure when he left the cabin, now he is 70% sure.

Dong Liang seemed to be swaying left and right when walking, but in fact he was approaching Bryson unobtrusively.

Bryson despised these numb Qing people in his heart.

They carried the bodies of their compatriots without any sadness.

What a backward race.

There were only five people in total including Bryson and the people around him.

At this time, other crew members were either helping the Chinese workers to cut their braids.

Or in your own position.

Just a breath or two.

The distance between Dong Liang and Bryson is less than ten feet.

Dong Liang received professional scout training.

He knew that the success rate of using a weapon to attack an unsuspecting person within two meters was basically 100%.

Bryson realized that he seemed to be too close to the corpse, felt sick, and was about to take a few steps back.

Just then...
To be continued...