Hearing this, the curly-haired guy took a puff of his cigarette, snuffed out the cigarette butt again, and stretched out his hand and said, "My name is Juan." ”

"My name is Fei. Zheng Fei said in a friendly manner.

After that, they used the cover of the timber pile to discuss the escape plan, and Zheng Fei got a lot of information from the old fritter Juan.

The first is the daily schedule.

Breakfast was distributed at 6 a.m., the wind began at 7 a.m., and they were able to stay in the open space until 4 p.m., and after a short break they had dinner, after which they could have half an hour of chatting, and all the prisoners were escorted back to prison before sunset.

And so it went on and on, except on Sundays, when some believers were allowed to congregate for a group of worshippers, and the meal that day consisted of broth and vegetables, and sometimes even dessert.

Sunday, the best breakout day.

Knowing the prison schedule, Zheng Fei now needs to figure out its structure, according to Juan, there was originally a tunnel entrance to this open space, which was later ordered by the officer to fill in, and there are several known entrances in the soldiers' lounge, which the prisoners can't touch at all.

He stood on top of the timber pile, where he could look out over the entire prison, except, of course, the interior of the five-story fortress, and the part that stood behind it.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Juan climbed up the pile of wood, held a flask in his hand, and shook it, "Take a sip?"

"Nope. "Zheng Fei doesn't like to use other people's wine jugs.

"Ha, don't tell me that you're looking at the scenery. ”

Zheng Fei squinted his eyes and measured the distance between the watchtower and the fortress, and said perfunctorily: "Of course not. ”

"Tell me, how are you going to get into the ground?"

"Give me some time, I have to find out the one qiē here before looking for the entrance to the tunnel, otherwise if I find the entrance but the guards find it, it will definitely be filled in again." ”

Zheng Fei said, gesturing with his hand, his mouth kept squirming, as if he was calculating something.

Fortresses, watchtowers, open spaces, guard soldiers, patrol soldiers, kitchen huts

"Can you get me some candles and matches, Juan. He said.

"Are you going to burn this pile of wood? Okay, I'll go out to the grocery store and I'll be back later." Juan teased, shrugging helplessly.

"I'm not kidding, if you want to get out, you'll have to get these things, I'm sure you'll have a way. Zheng Fei looked into his eyes and said seriously.

After a moment of silence, Juan let out a breath and said, "Okay, I'll try to do it, but you have to tell me why I want these things, maybe you really want to set fires, right?"

"Nope. Zheng Fei looked up at the top of the highest watchtower and said, "Because, my memory is limited. ”

At five o'clock in the afternoon, after eating a piece of moldy bread, Zheng Fei did not go to chat with the prisoners to inquire about some other news, which would distract him.

He went back to the lumber pile, lay down and rested for a while, looking at the crumbling sunset, and couldn't help but wonder, what are Hans Grant doing now?

The damn bunch aren't going to sail and make a fortune on their own, are they? But don't worry too much, because even if they wanted to, Santiago wouldn't agree to it.

"All the prisoners are back in prison! Repeat, all the prisoners are back in prison! Quick!" said the mighty officer at the top of the watchtower, with his musket in his voice.

With this roar, dozens of soldiers with shields and whips whipped the prisoners who did not want to return to their rotten cells like a sheep in a circle.

Squeezed into the crowd, Zheng Fei looked left and right, frowning anxiously.

Finally, a few meters away from the entrance of the fortress, Juan hurried over, looked around vigilantly, and then quickly pulled out a candle from his sleeve and stuffed it into him, clearing his throat and pretending that nothing had happened.

Zheng Fei immediately put it away, and couldn't help but be curious: "Where did you get it from?"

"There's a slacker who has always wanted to mess with me, and he has a little friendship with the old man in charge of the warehouse and hid his things!" Juan whispered, and then raised his arms to be inspected by the guards at the door.

Zheng Fei pinned the match into the belt of his trousers, and the candle was broken in half and clutched in his hand, and when he arrived at the door, he raised his arms like the other prisoners.

The guard smiled maliciously at him, searched from head to toe and found nothing, so he grabbed him by the collar viciously and said angrily, "Where's the thing?!"

"What is it?" Zheng Fei clenched his fists.

"I've seen it all! That guy Juan must have given you something just now, I can't control him, but I can control you!"

After a moment of confrontation, Zheng Fei stretched out his left hand and spread it out, revealing half of the candle.

The guard thought it was a dagger or something, but when he saw that it was a candle, he asked with confusion, "What do you want this thing for?!"

Zheng Fei knew that he had to make up a reasonable explanation, otherwise the unbeaten guard would definitely order him to strip off his clothes and search his body, in which case the match would not be able to hide.

He bit the skin of his mouth, barely squeezed out a smile, and said, "I have a penchant for waxing." ”

"yes, then you'll eat it for me!" the guard scoffed.

Without hesitation, Zheng Fei bit the candle, chewed it and swallowed it, his expression was like eating delicious barbecue, and he was not embarrassed at all.

The guard was surprised for two seconds, and finally let go of his collar and let him go.

Entering the gate and walking up the stairs, Zheng Fei puffed out his mouth and forced himself to vomit, his face turned purple.

Damn, no wonder in the broad and profound Chinese, the taste is the same as chewing wax to describe something unpalatable, which is really special

Back in his cell, the first thing he did was run to the corner, pick out his tongue and spit out the damn thing.

When Jims saw him like this, he asked, "What's wrong with you, man?

Zheng Fei took a few long breaths, stroked his chest and replied, "Have you ever eaten candles?"

"Who's going to eat that?"

"Next time I have a chance to try the oil braised candles, they taste great. ”

After a short period of calming down, Zheng Fei sorted out his thoughts and began to work.

He took out what he had brought back from outside today and hid it under the dead grass, a box of matches, half a candle, and a nail.

"Uh, are you going to kill yourself by setting this cell on fire?" Jims stared straight at the match, the floor was covered with dead grass, and if he lit it, it would definitely affect his side.

"God can't take me. Zheng Fei said lightly, pointed to the dry grass on his side, and said, "Give me those grasses, keep them for sleep, and give me the rest." ”

"Don't you have it over there?"

"There are other uses for my side. ”

At this time, Zheng Fei heard the approaching footsteps of the patrol guards, and hurriedly leaned against the wall honestly to make a contemplative gesture.

The guard passed by his cell, shook the iron rod and slammed the door a few times, and said evilly: "New man, be honest!"

"I know the future warden!" Zheng Fei whistled and laughed.

The guard snorted and continued his patrol.

Seeing the guards walk away, Zheng Fei turned over and got up, and said, "Jims, give me the dry grass quickly, be quick!"