"Damn it!"

He cursed hatefully, then put on his dark brown fur coat, shook vigorously, and pushed the door out with his beloved sword. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The doorway was a silent meadow, and the intermittent chirping of insects was drowned out by the cacophony of bandits, disturbing people's ears.

Only a few bandits were resting, and most of them gathered in one of the largest flat-roofed houses, shouting and gambling, or wrestling their wrists for strength, and the clamor filled the entire camp.

Despite the noisy conditions, the drunken sailors heard the gunshot, but none of them cared.

"What sound?"

"That guy Lukka must have gone mad, look, Boss Jacob will definitely punish him!

"Luka, get out!" Jacob roared hysterically in the open space in the center of the camp, his large, pincer-like hands clenched tightly as if they were about to squeeze the scabbard flat.

This Luca is the only musketeer in the bandits' nest, holding the only musket, which can be described as a baby pimple.

The reason why Jacob is so angry is because there are only a dozen bullets left, and every time he goes down the mountain to loot, he has to put two shots in the town to deter people, and he can't waste them casually.

In the darkness of night, Lukka quickly scurried out of a hut and ran up to Jacob, waiting for him to be trained with a puzzled expression.

"Boss Jacob...... Are you looking for me?" Lukka locked his head and held the precious musket in his arms, for fear of being snatched away.

"Who gave you permission to shoot?" Jacob glared angrily, lifting the scabbard between his chest and pressing it against him.

"I didn't......" Lukka blinked.

"And say no, you are the only one in the whole village who has a gun!"

"I really don't, I don't believe you can count bullets. Lukka slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out a handful of bullets.

Jacob glared at him and stretched out his hand indifferently, when he suddenly heard a call.

"Boss Jacob, come and see what you stole from Cornwall yesterday, there's your favorite sherry!"

"Yes!" the drunken Jacob immediately forgot everything and ran over in ecstasy, much to Luca's deep relief and a slow return to the house.

The whole village, after a sudden gunshot, returned to its previous situation.

No one had time to think about what the gunshot was all about, or rather, they didn't bother to think about it.

Since the army rushed to the battlefield to fight the Ottoman Empire, more than ten years of comfort have long worn out their vigilance, in their opinion, the small towns in this area are not capable of forming a decent crusade army, and the garrisons of large towns such as Constanta will not have spare time to come down to suppress bandits.

In case someone sneaks up on the cottage, there is only one possibility, that is, an outside force has landed in Constanta, but this assumption is not valid, how can an outsider take care of this idle matter, for the commission?

Besides, everyone thought that the gun was put by Luka, but Luca was lying by the window, thinking with his dull mind, what had just happened? He stared at the turbulent night sky outside the window, and there was a trace of confusion in his eyes.

......

Behind the hillside.

Zheng Fei lay on his stomach, and after being sure that there was no movement in the camp, he exhaled with relief.

"Who told you to shoot?" he questioned a helpless sailor.

"I ...... When I saw that person coming, I ......"

Hans picked up the conversation: "The man just wants to come over and pee and leave it to the brown bear hunters." ”

"Okay, let's not talk about that. Zheng Fei waved his hand, glanced back, and saw hundreds of people lying quietly on the back of the slope, ready to go, just waiting for his order.

The bandit camp, more than 100 meters away, can be reached in only 20 seconds of sprint, and then rush into the house and slash wildly, and solve the battle within five minutes.

It's relaxing, but not perfect.

In a small space to slash and kill each other, especially in the environment where you can't see clearly in the middle of the night, it is very easy to kill your own people by mistake, and the bandits use knives all year round, the melee combat ability is naturally not to be underestimated, and if you don't get it right, you will damage more than half, which is definitely not what Zheng Fei wants to see.

Originally, there was no need for him to come to suppress the bandits, just out of pity for the residents of the surrounding towns, but if the price of this mercy was to sacrifice his followers, then it would be better to be hard-hearted.

He'd have to come up with a plan, and if he can't, then ...... Wait silently.

The sky changed, the bright moon was obscured by dark clouds, and the night sky lost its wonder and turned into an oppressive gray.

The wind swept across the hillside, stirring the buds that had just sprouted and blowing people's hair.

Waiting, quietly waiting, the sailors did not mean to be impatient, they understood that the captain was for everyone's safety, and no one was willing to make a senseless sacrifice.

Everyone held their breath, some looked up at the night sky, some pulled out the grass sprouts beside them, no matter what they did, as long as they could find something to do.

I don't know how long it took, I suddenly heard the sound of footsteps ringing in my ears and stopped beside Zheng Fei.

"Captain, here they are. The sentry who ran up from the foot of the hill in one breath reported breathlessly.

"Beautiful!" The corners of Zheng Fei's mouth curled slightly: "Let them come up!"

The sentry ran down to give the order, and everyone turned their heads in unison, and saw a group of people gathered at the bottom of the hillside, about thirty or forty.

"Hey, they're moving slower than a snail!" someone smirked, mocking the speed of the group's march.

"They, they seem to be having a hard time?"

When I got closer, I realized that the team was not empty-handed and went up the mountain, but pushed the heavyweight big guy - cannon.

A total of ten cannons, pushed it in groups of four, step by step up the hillside at an elevation angle of 30 degrees, and the others saw it clearly, and hurriedly ran over to help.

After the cannon successfully reached the top, the group of people suddenly collapsed to the ground as if they were exhausted.

"Get up, it's easy to die lying down at this time. Zheng Fei motioned for everyone to help them up and drink some water.

"How did you feel along the way?" he asked.

"Tired, nothing but tired! A few miles of mountain road, as soon as we received the order, we immediately pushed these two Santiago heavy guys into the mountain, more tired than running a marathon, fortunately it has wheels!" the artillery captain poured a whole pot of water in one breath and hiccuped.

"Who?" said Santiago, leaning over and staring at him with a straight face.

Zheng Fei took out a piece of candy and stuffed it to Santiago, patted him on the shoulder, and after pushing the guy away, his eyes fell on the artillery captain.

"Rest for a while, prepare to set up a cannon, a distance of more than a hundred meters can ensure accuracy, right?"

"Of course, otherwise I would have resigned. ”

Zheng Fei nodded, stood up, and stared at the bandit camp with the lights flickering.

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