The time was well passed, and the caravan rested for three days on the nameless pirate island, with the added bonus of capturing pirates (the captured pirates were not exiled, and several maritime merchants who were said to be short of manpower took them in). The depression that everyone had accumulated from Mogadishu was gone.

The frustration in Captain McNee's heart also seemed to have dissipated a lot, probably because of the performance of Lao Luo - it was impossible for such a powerful warrior to do something meaningless, in fact, except in Mogadishu, the rest of the time, Lao Luo never interfered with any of his decisions. It's just that he couldn't ask the reason for Lao Luo's decision, and he was a little worried in his heart.

Rounding the northeastern corner of Africa, all the ships turned west and headed straight for Djibouti. The entire trip, including the rest of the night, took a total of 12 days.

The arrival time at the port of Djibouti is four or five o'clock in the afternoon, and in fact, the fleet is basically disbanded when it arrives, because some ships arrive here and the other ships stay for a few days and then go to Basra with the fleet heading north. Lao Luo would continue to follow McNee's ship into the westernmost point of the Red Sea, the newly opened port of Suez.

It is just over 100 kilometers from Cairo, the largest city in the Kingdom of Fatima, the nearest port in the East by land by land from Kaihelen, among the Arab population.

Djibouti is a small country that has not completely escaped the influence of France in later generations, and in this era, it is only a port city with a history of more than 200 years.

At the first glance of the pier, there are many Arabs in green robes, this is Lao Luo's first impression, the tall "minaret" in the distance is not available in later generations, the largest building in the city is the mosque, and the other houses are low yellow sand buildings.

The first mate Lafeigo contacted him and found a hotel near the pier to rest. Lao Luo had to make a new training plan for Naga and the other four people, because in the few days on the ship, their injuries had already healed. When I'm idle, I always hear the voices of Eighteen Lang and Camille.

Lao Luo felt that there was no need to pay attention to this kind of innocuous argument, sometimes, appropriate jokes and arguments were conducive to the communication between men, and this was the case in the ranks of the mercenaries in later generations, and in this era, there would be no difference.

People who have a stuffy face all day long are often either secretive or withdrawn and weird, and either way, they will not be a member of a qualified team.

Kamil went to the mosque for worship, Naga and Eighteen were preparing dinner, Mnachi was gathering some of the belongings that the small group was carrying, and Lao Luo took out a parchment note, ready to write down some trivial things and temporary thoughts.

In fact, when he was idle on the ship, he had already recorded a lot, including a record of the changes in the coastline of this era, perhaps because of siltation, or maybe because of the so-called continental plate changes, in short, the coastline of this era is not very different from the world map that Lao Luo remembered in his head.

The quill pen is still not used to it, but unfortunately I can't get a pen and pencil here, and Lao Luo doesn't want to give the technology to the Arabs, as for the brush, that thing is not suitable for recording, especially some engineering drawings content.

When the twilight pilgrimage of the Arabs ended, Camille returned, followed by the first mate, Rafgo. Camille's face was excited, "Teacher, teacher, I heard that there is a rebellion in Mogadishu. ”

"That's right, Mr. Badantel, at the end of today's worship, I met a few people who had fled from Mogadishu, and it is said that the Ger people had rebelled." Rafeigo followed Camille's words and helped explain.

"Teacher, it's good that we stayed in Mogadishu at that time." Camille said without further ado, "Maybe ......"

"Ping-pong" Camille received a violent slap from Lao Luo on the head, "Maybe, maybe you will be killed by the Gerry people." ”

"Mr. Bartol, you are amazing!" Rafigo looked happy, "If you hadn't said that you had come out of Mogadishu earlier, maybe we would have been involved." ”

"Rafgo, do you know exactly what day the Gerry rebelled?"

"It is said that ...... Should...... It was supposed to be the third day we left Mogadishu. Lafgo counted with his fingers folded for a long time, "I heard from those who escaped that all the people in charge of the Mustan family in the area had been killed. ”

"Mustansir's house?"

"Well, Mogadishu is the fief of the Mustan family, and the officials in Mogadishu are all selected by the Mustan family." People like Lafgo are definitely good at asking for information, "I heard from those who escaped that there were about tens of thousands of people in the Gerry rebellion. ”

"Allah is above...... Kamil did not dare to speak, tens of thousands.

"Well, it has nothing to do with us, thank you Mr. Rafgo for the message." Lao Luo did have a sense of gratitude to La Fego, and in this strange Arab world, I am afraid that only people like Lao Luo can know how important it is to have a person who can provide information, "Please stay for dinner and taste our Tang cuisine." ”

It's just that there are some things that Lao Luo did not anticipate, and what kind of impact the rebellion of the Gerry people in Mogadishu will have. This era is far less stable than that of later generations, and although the transmission of information is not as fast as that of later generations, it is precisely because of this that many rumors have arisen in the process of information transmission.

So one night later, the news of the Gerry rebellion in Mogadishu spread, and the content changed, and it became a full-scale rebellion of the Gerry blacks in the east, betraying Allah and planning to gather a tribal alliance against all the Semites.

Rafgo came in the morning to tell me the news. Because it is not known whether it is rumors or deliberate rumors, the whole of Djibouti is in chaos, some black slaves are imprisoned, and some timid Arab merchants are preparing to go to sea to take refuge in the northern peninsula.

Naga and Mnaki were simply grounded by Lao Luo, and then Camille and Eighteen were sent to find out the news.

After the midday pilgrimage, McNee suddenly came to visit. This made Lao Luo a little strange, although McNee did not have the anger he had when he first came out of Mogadishu in the next few days, but it was obvious that he still had a grudge against Lao Luo.

And although this man is said to be a dedicated captain, he is sometimes too controlling. Lao Luo couldn't help but make an ambush in his heart.

After a tasteless pleasantry, McNee said with some insincerity, "I still have to thank Mr. Bartol for his advice, otherwise our fleet might have been detained by the damned Gerry." ”

"No, that's Captain McNee's credit," Old Luo said casually, "I'm just a suggestion, and the final decision is made by the captain." ”

"But I'm still curious why Mr. Bartol suggested evacuation so quickly?" McNee's eyes stared at Lao Luo, as if he wanted to find something, "Could it be that Mr. Bartol has any inside information?" ”

"Of course not," said Lao Luo, of course, could not explain, could it be that he found too many black people in Mogadishu? So he had to continue with the original reason, "That's just a warrior's intuition." ”

"It's hard to believe," McNee sat up straight, "that a rebellion was determined by mere intuition. ”

"Oh? Could it be that Mr. McNee has a different view? Old Luo felt that there was something wrong with McNee's words.

"I think maybe Mr. Bartoll and the Gerry people have something to do with it," McNee's eyes flashed with an uncertain hint, "so it's just right to avoid getting involved." ”

"Oh, Mr. McNee, are you threatening me?" Lao Luo had a cold face.

"No, no, I'm telling the truth, I've never heard of a warrior's intuition." McNee stood up, "Don't think you can fool me by fooling Mr. Girohard. ”

"Hehe, I have to say, Mr. McNee, you are really imaginative," Lao Luo also stood up with a mocking smile, "but what an idiot you are! Do you think you are better than Mr. Girohard? ”

"But you don't dare to do anything, this is our Arab place, foreigners!"

"Hehe, then please go and explain to Mr. Girohard." While laughing, Lao Luo reached out and pinched the other party's neck directly with his backhand, and with an outward swing, McNee's head hit the wall next to him directly, and at this time Lao Luo's words fell.

Quickly removed McNee's scimitar and put it into space, then took out a piece of rope and tied his hands and feet to a four-hoof buckle, and the creature who fell to the ground only had a confused voice. Outside, McNee's two sailor guards stood guard at the door.

"Mr. Bartol......"

Lao Luo had no interest in talking to the other party, the knife in his right hand cut directly into the opponent's neck, his left hand pushed away the other person's hands, grabbed the other party's clothes, and at the same time as the guard who spoke fell to the ground, the body of the other person who was caught smashed on his body, and his right foot kicked the side of the descendant's head, and the two guards were all unconscious.

It took a few sentences to describe it clearly, in fact, it didn't take four seconds for Lao Luo to put down the two guards, and from the time he was attacked to the time he fell to the ground, neither of them could make a single shouting sound.

However, the sound of the two falling to the ground was heard by Naga and Mnaqi, and the two black guys in the grounded couldn't get out, and they knew that McNee was visiting, and they had been paying attention, and then they ran over, "What's the matter, boss?" ”

"Naga, go to the door and keep guard." Lao Luo then ordered, "Mnachi, tie these two guys, shut their mouths, search out everything on their bodies, and throw them into that empty room." ”

"Yes, boss" The spare room is a firewood room, and there is only hay and firewood in it.

"By the way, the McNee inside will do the same."

Half an hour later, Camille and Cui Eighteen also returned after the pilgrimage, followed by the first mate Rafeigo.

Old Luo Chong Naga made a gesture, and the guy quickly pulled out Rafigo's scimitar and controlled his movements. Unexplained, Rafgo exclaimed, "Mr. Bator, what's the matter?" ”

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