Volume VIII 1363 Beat you madman

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Good luck is destined to be limited, manpower is exhausted and the power of heaven and earth cannot be offended, and the strength of the spirit or the strength of the neurosis is relatively strong, and it is no match for the laws of nature.

When the sun had just sunset for more than an hour in the morning, the dark clouds gradually gathered and condensed, and the wind on the sea gradually increased.

This is not a violent typhoon, it is just a common light to moderate rain on the sea, but such rainy weather on the sea is enough to carry waves more than one meter high.

Such waves are not a hindrance for merchant ships or warships, and larger deep-water fishing boats can survive them, but for a canoe...... It really depends on whether their God bless them or not.

The small fishing boat began to rise and fall with the waves, and the cracks of each plank were seeping into it, and the three of them could no longer care about paddling at the moment, they splashed water with their hands one after another, and the iron lunch box in Molière's hand was like a hot wheel.

"Hold on! The storm will pass, and now it's spring, and there aren't many typhoons in the China Sea...... God will bless us, the great motherland will bless us, and the great majesty will bless our ......."

Molière was really crazy, he roared in the wind, like a hungry wolf like a wild beast, and Raymond and the others looked at him in horror and even forgot to scoop water out.

"Speed, speed, you two slackers, I want to cross the sea, I want to return to Europe alive, I want to receive His Majesty's commendation at the Palace of Versailles!"

Molière didn't realize that in his madness he was saying what was on his mind, and that he was using me instead of us.

Raymond stretched out his finger and pointed behind Molière, and said excitedly, "Boat! look...... There's a ship in the distance! It's a Chinese-style hardwood sailboat......."

Molière turned around, and sure enough, at the end of his sight, a Chinese-style brig of hardwood sailing was piercing the waves and sailing towards them, which was the most common lucky ship in Fujian and Zhejiang.

"It's a merchant ship of the Qing Kingdom! we have been saved, we have been saved...... Raymond hugged another intelligence officer, and cried excitedly.

Only the corners of Molière's eyes twitched, and he stared into the distance carefully, and after a while, he suddenly shouted in fear, "Row now, get out of here...... That's a pirate! It's not a merchant ship!"

His eyesight is very good, the skull flag fluttering on the bow of the ship in the distance has not escaped his eyes, and the vigilant old fox knows very well that at the critical moment of the current fierce war, the port of Naha is temporarily blocked, how can there be merchant ships coming and going, even if there is, it is all Xiao Letian's ships.

Molière rowed hard, but this time Raymond and the others didn't listen to him, but reached out and grabbed the hand of his boss who was paddling hard, "Sir, if it's a pirate, we're safe, aren't we? Take out your gold coins, pirates won't kill people when they collect gold, they also have their work ethic!"

"Morality!" Molière screamed like a cat with its tail stepped on, "Damn it, do you have to believe in the morality of pirates? You idiot! This is East Asia, it's Xiao Lotian's territory, and even pirates are inextricably linked to him, are you sure they won't eat and drink in the dark?"

"But what else can we do?" Raymond roared wildly, and Spat at Molière in the face, "What else can we do?" Amami Oshima is 750 kilometers away from the mainland in a straight line, do you really think our broken ship can cross the sea?"

"Wake up! You're crazy...... If we die, won't all the hard work be in vain? Won't those comrades who sacrificed their lives die in vain......

It was the pistol again, and the muzzle of the gun was pressed to Raymond's forehead, "Don't push me! Please don't force me! I don't want to kill my own subordinates anymore, I don't want to kill you anymore...... Do you hear me, don't push me! Start rowing now, right now!"

Molière was a madman, his eyes were red, his hands were shaking, and even he couldn't guarantee that he would go off fire in the next second.

Raymond didn't dare to argue anymore, he carefully picked up the broken plank oar and said with a smile, "Okay, okay, okay...... I listen to you, and I listen to you...... I'm going to row ......."

The tension eased, and the boat began to struggle through the waves again, when another subordinate, who had not spoken, spoke.

"Sir, can you give us something to eat, I remember there is a lot of rock candy in the supplies, let's eat a few pieces...... There's really no body left, let's add a little sugar, so that we can paddle a little faster......"

Molière looked at the tired and pale faces on the other side, and knew that this request was reasonable, and could not refuse, so he finally put down the muzzle of the gun and pulled it back into his pocket.

Just when he thought it was safe, just as he was about to dig out supplies, Raymond shot "Fuck you! Damn crazy ......"

With a crisp snap, a thick wooden plank more than a meter long and twenty centimeters wide slapped directly on Molière's head, and the plank used as an oar had already been soaked in seawater, heavy and tough, this trick was really ruthless.

If there is a slow-motion replay, you can definitely see the moment the wooden board hits his cheek, Molière's entire face is distorted, several of his back molars make a cracking sound that only he can hear, and blood gushes up from the gums like a spring.

Molière was knocked down on the boat without even snorting, and by this moment Raymond was already furious, and he picked up the plank and beat the bastard desperately.

If it weren't for you, we in France would not have failed again and again!"

"Damn bastard, if it weren't for your crazy hatred, we wouldn't have fallen into the trap!"

"Cold-blooded killer, let Arnold follow you for five whole years, and you want to kill him loyally!

One scolding hit the board, and another scolding another board, until another intelligence officer saved his arm: "Raymond! Enough is Raymond! Don't fight, that pirate ship is coming, let's take care of the front of us now!"

When I looked up, sure enough, a huge two-story ship of fortune was approaching, and countless pirates on the deck were pointing at them, and some even pirates were holding muskets.

The two did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly raised their hands in surrender, and shouted in non-standard Chinese: "We are British sailors in distress! We are British...... Please save me, I can give all our money!"

While shouting Raymond, he also whispered, "Just say that we are British sailors, don't reveal our identities, and see if we can deceive ......"

After all, they are still intelligence officers, they hate Molière but still love France, they remember their mission, and they want to bring back that information, even if it is just to dictate it.

Note: Only people with the same hobbies can become friends with the same soul, and book friends come together by mutual attraction within the soul, and they can't go together without a common temperament.

A book is a world, love the world of the hidden dragon, just recommend this world to your good friends! one person influences one person, the hidden dragon will double in size.

Pick up your phone, turn on your computer, and copy and paste the genuine address into your circle of friends, QQ space, and various groups where friends gather...... And, of course, the sworn friends who chat with you and fart with you.

Hidden Dragon is still worth recommending!