"Choose one and stick the knife into his 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 this 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 Dutchmen armed 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 brought by Mingguo. Let's get started. I won't interfere with your choice."
When the Dutchman said this, his eyes quickly scanned the faces of the slave workers in the Ming Dynasty. He expected that at such a moment, he could easily see some of them, as if they were seeking instructions from a superior,
Go see the same person. That person must be their leader.
But he was disappointed. The slave workers were still like sheep hiding from the butcher's knife in a stable, squeezing around in confusion, everyone hoping to hide behind others.
Mabel breathed a sigh of relief. Zheng Haizhu was right. The Dutch are not idlers. They will definitely become suspicious. Until the last moment, our sergeants will still insist on acting like timid and helpless slaves. And Mabel, you too
The secret must not be exposed.
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 I still have to carry out the execution. 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 is sent back to Fujian, how can we collect more slave labor for your company?"
After the translator relayed the story completely, Lu Fen narrowed his eyes and nodded in agreement.
"You are right. It is a pity 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 him were about 200 years old. If it was a close combat encounter, the team led by Yang Tiansheng, half of whom had been pirates and half of which were from the elite Fujian Navy, would not be a problem to subdue 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 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."
Just as the translator finished what Yang Tiansheng said, a figure in a fluttering cassock 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 asked for mercy for Mabel.
The translator's heart is actually filled with panic.
These humble men and women in front of me spoke the same Chinese as myself. In order to survive, I could ignore them being driven or teased by the Dutch superiors, but I really couldn't bear to see them being tortured and killed by Ruffin on 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 has a relationship with the shogunate
Or the daimyo nobles maintain friendship..."
Ruffin looked at the translator, but he was not angry. 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 proselytize to those who had no intention of proselytizing.
The Dutch open a window.
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 trouble. After all, the captains of the three battleships were watching, and any one of them might 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. The Ming Dynasty 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 am willing to dedicate my unique defense technology to the commander. I beg you, sir, to calm down."
"Oh? What technology is it?"
Several 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 the tools were stacked, brought a piece of bamboo, and cut out dozens of bamboo strips with the bamboo skin on the surface, like threading a needle.
After some tea work, 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 place quickly becomes a new wall."
"Hmm, it seems very interesting," Captain Putmans of the Hope, after witnessing the Chinese's skill 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 timid 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. Is it possible that by 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."
