"Liu Yuan, you don't even know how to fucking light a cannon. Go up and take a look, and if it's a squib, get a new one. ”

In a quarry on the south side of the island, the team leader roared.

Liu Yuan, who was named, grabbed the new barrel without saying a word and ran to the blast hole. He had not had a good life since he was captured, first being driven to transport supplies for Zheng's army, and then being sent to quarry stones.

As a service laborer attached to the group, it was all dirty work, not to mention, and even more to go up the mountain from time to time to set off cannons.

That's dangerous.

Liu Yuan had a deep understanding of this after seeing the scene of a landslide and ground cracking after a firing gun.

What's more, run back to see the squibs?

It's even more dangerous, okay.

But he had no choice!

This is the punishment that people like him will receive.

Zheng Zhilong didn't cut them all, but only sentenced them to labor reform, as for the deadline, let's do it for ten years first!

Liu Yuanren is going to despair.

Do you have to do this kind of work in the quarry for ten years? It's a great blessing to have a life for three or five years. Ten years from now, his bones may all be rotten.

But after meeting his family three days ago, Liu Yuan was suddenly full of energy!

Didn't he suddenly feel grateful to the Zheng Group after seeing his family members who were still alive, and then his thinking changed drastically, and the whole became positive.

Rather, he had to work hard when he knew that his performance in the quarry could affect the social and economic status of his family!

After taking Dayuan Town, how to treat the families of those two devils is a headache for Zheng Zhilong.

It is impossible to treat them the same as the Han Chinese immigrants in the south of the island!

Just like Li Wu's bald soldiers at the beginning, there is still a hierarchy of those people, among the people in the south of the island, the families of these two devils and the natives who do not accept sinicization are all at the lowest level.

Their taxes, their per capita arable land, are the minimum limits.

Unless people like Liu Yuan can complete the 'labor reform' and smoothly return to society, if they want to break through their own limitations, they must make ten times more efforts than ordinary people.

Liu Yuan's heart was like a knife when he heard this, but at the same time, he was also grateful for the generosity of the Zheng Group.

If the Dutch were victorious, a traitor's nest like Jialuo Village, it would have been slaughtered by the Dutch for men, women, and children.

It seems normal for him to be a 'rebellious person' who has his head cut off and his family members have been sent into slavery.

But this gratitude is not the source of his positive attitude towards labor now, the real reason is that his performance in the labor camp will directly determine the social level of his relatives in the future.

To say something unpleasant, even if Liu Yuan dies tomorrow, as long as he has a positive attitude and works sincerely, then his relatives will be classified as civilians in another three or two years at most. But if the attitude is not positive, the work is not sincere and hard work...... everything does not need to be mentioned.

Therefore, Liu Yuan is not afraid of death at all now. He even has a speculative psychology of dying early and surviving early.

Although he was a man deeply influenced by colonial culture, Liu Yuan's emphasis on his family was no different from that of a native Chinese.

It's a good deal to exchange your life for a good life for your family as soon as possible, isn't it?

The group leader looked at Liu Yuan's departing back and nodded with satisfaction, perhaps, the activists in the group this month, he could choose Liu Yuan.

The group leader, who was about thirty-five or sixteen years old, was not surprised by Liu Yuan's change. After seeing his family, if he really hasn't changed at all, this kind of person is too unteachable.

"Seventh Brother ......"

The familiar shout came from behind, it was He Changfeng, a person who was very familiar with the He family, but had the same surname and different ethnicities.

The man was not much younger than the group leader, thirty-four or five years of age, of medium height, wearing a pair of blue cloth trousers, and a wide cowhide belt around his waist; The upper body is bare, and the well-developed muscles protrude ridges on the shoulders and arms; There were a few red marks on his shoulders with thick hemp rope, which increased his strong spirit. With no hair and a bare head, it seems like this kind of appearance has been around for some years.

Some say he was born bald, while others say he was a monk. Horizontal and vertical is bald.

On the face plate of the Chinese character, under the wide thick eyebrows, a pair of shrewd and deep eyes flashed.

This does not quite match his overall rugged appearance. If you close your eyes, He Changfeng will look fierce, but if you open your eyes, you will be attracted by those eyes for the first time, and your first reaction is that this person is not a reckless man.

In fact, He Changfeng is really not reckless at all, only from the fact that he and his family obediently tied their hands when the Dutch arrested He Bin, they didn't care about money at all, and they lived peacefully until Zheng Jun entered Dayuan Town, and then was driven out by the Dutch, you can know that he is not a reckless man. At least people know the importance and know how to advance and retreat!

Now He Changfeng is one of the team leaders of the transport team, and his rank is similar to that of 'Seventh Brother', but Seventh Brother is one of Guo Huai's brothers.

"Changfeng?" Guo Daquan smiled and said, "You are really ...... dressed like this."

Guo Daquan shook his head and smiled, the people above didn't come, who did He Changfeng want to show him?

"Seventh brother Hugh looks down on people. I'm talking like a man who can't afford to be early......"

He Changfeng's words made Guo Daquan laugh.

"I'm going to get the Hector." A single-deck battleship of the Dutch, a battleship that was badly damaged in a naval battle, tried to rush to a sandbar and ran aground, but ended up sitting near a sandbank.

"Isn't that within the range of the Dutch's cannons?" Guo Daquan opened his mouth and said.

He Changfeng laughed, "The red hair is going to surrender." We went to the tugboat openly, and they didn't let out a fart! ”

A single-deck battleship with great repair value, even if it was just an old-fashioned Galen ship, was worth Zheng Jun's vigorous efforts to fish.

"Really?"

Guo Daquan's face was pleasantly surprised.

Although Zheng Jun had achieved absolute strategic superiority, as long as the Dutch in Geranjane did not surrender for a day, his heart would not be able to let go for a day.

"Boom ......"

At this moment, a loud explosion suddenly came from the mountain.

Guo Daquan's face turned pale.

……

A sandbar under the castle of Geranza.

More than 300 members of the indigenous patrol were disarmed by the Dutch and walked out of the city with their bare hands.

Their faces flashed with anger because they had been betrayed.

As an armed force in the castle of Geranza, in the last few months the patrol of six or seven hundred men has been killed and wounded, they have done for the Dutch, they have shed blood for the Dutch. But what fate awaits them in the end?

They were seized of their weapons by the Dutch, and then expelled from the castle of Geranza and given to the Han Chinese as gifts.

Under the city of Gelanza, rows of Zheng army musketeers were on guard with guns, and in front of them were a door tiger squat cannon and a small Fran cannon.

As more than 300 natives all left the city of Gelanza, Guo Huai, who was standing in front of the soldiers, suddenly pulled out his waist knife, pointed at the natives in front of him, and yelled: "Everyone has it, prepare, release-"