This time in the face of the pirate attack, the caravan ships were not damaged, and the personnel only lost twelve or thirteen people, and the rest were only minor injuries, and they were fine in half a month at most after bandaging.

More than 170 pirates became prisoners, but it was useless for these captives to stay, and McNee discussed with Lao Luo to find a desert island to exile them, which was basically the norm in this era.

No one likes to kill too much, and if it weren't for the war to exterminate the race, basically all prisoners of war would be placed as labor slaves. McNee and Luo discussed exiling pirates because of the limited space on the ship and the safety of pirates being imprisoned on the ship.

Pity this group of big-headed fish's subordinates, they didn't take advantage of anything, but they still had to be exiled. Even the big-headed fish himself has become a fish to eat at this time, and his ship has been received by the caravan, and McNee said that the pirate ship will be purchased by some shippers, and then divided into gold coins to be distributed to those who have made meritorious contributions, and Lao Luo can probably get three hundred and fifty gold dinars.

You must know that this money can almost buy a medium-sized merchant ship, although Lao Luo does not like Arab ships at this time, but there are more people to lead, and these gold coins can at least solve some of the problem of expenses.

The fathead pirate's lair is not far away, and according to the information obtained from the interrogation, Lao Luo estimated that it was more than 70 nautical miles away. So packing up the battlefield, McNee ordered the group to rush at full speed and have dinner at the pirate's lair in the evening.

The depressive maritime merchants did not allow it, and the harvest of the pirate ship alone was not a small number, not to mention the bounty offered by the port of Djibouti.

By the time we arrived at the pirate's lair, it was estimated that it would be three or four o'clock in the afternoon.

This island is not big, Lao Luo estimated, it is only seven or eight square kilometers, the best is that there is a natural harbor with relatively deep water, and there is fresh water on the island, this is the most important.

There were few people left on the island, and they were soon controlled by those who disembarked from the merchant ships. Lao Luo treated the wounds of Naga, Mnachi, Eighteen, and Camille, and did not bother to pay attention to these things. He said that he was looking for the treasure of the pirates, but he was just trying to deal with the words of the first mate, Rafgo.

With the fragile strength of those hundreds of pirates, what kind of treasure can be accumulated in a short period of time? It's nothing more than ordinary gold and silver treasures. There are so many people going on treasure hunting, maybe there are not as many treasures as there are.

"Third uncle, I smashed the heads of six pirates. Isn't it amazing? Eighteen Lang bared his teeth and showed off his results.

"Who's to say it's your credit? It was obviously swept down by Naga, and you picked it up. Camille uncovered Cui Eighteen's old bottom.

"Okay, defeating a few pirates will get you wounded everywhere," Lao Luo was a little dissatisfied, these boys didn't know how to cooperate at all. "Defeating the enemy while protecting yourself from injury is a safe skill."

Naga and Mnaki were slightly better, but they were injured to take care of the other two. In the end, he was trained by killing robbers with Lao Luo on the grassland. Cui Eighteen had no road and was messing around, while Camille was in position, and he was injured when he was careless in the chaotic environment on the ship.

Lao Luo plans to go back and wait for them to recover from their injuries, and find a few sailors to practice with them. His playful eyes made Eighteen a little cold, he was used to it, whenever Lao Luo showed such a look, he always had to suffer a lot, no one.

Too lazy to pay attention to the complaints of these kids, Lao Luo is going to go to the shore to have a look, this island can definitely be built into a good military base in the future, the only pity is that the area is a little smaller, put down an airport and the rest of the facilities must be arranged underground.

But future generations don't seem to have heard of this island, maybe the millennium of changes has been hidden by the sea? Hell knows.

"Mr. Bator, the treasure has been found." First mate Rafgo walked quickly to Lao Luo and whispered to him.

"What's the good?"

"Just look at it, it's said to contain Roman artifacts."

When Lao Luo found McNee, who was digging for pirate treasures, outside a shallow cave, he found that the so-called Roman artifacts were nothing more than gilded vessels, divided into several large boxes, in addition to some precious stones, gold and silver coins.

These utensils are of no use to Lao Luo, although they may be valuable, but for Lao Luo, who pursues pragmatism, these things are nothing more than a burden.

After looking at it for a long time, I didn't find anything that fitted my eyes, but some black stones piled up in the corner and thrown on the ground at random attracted Lao Luo's attention.

"What's the matter with these stones?" Old Luo bent down and asked McNie, who was busy.

"When I started digging, I was piled up on the ground, and no one knew what was going on." McNee glanced at it and said casually.

Lao Luo picked up a black stone and weighed it, it was heavier, there were some silver stripes on the black surface, it was not a regular artificial product, maybe it was some kind of ore? Or simply an iron meteorite falling from the sky, then this thing is useful.

I don't ask anyone else, anyway, no one here cares about a pile of black stones, and it may be a little troublesome to ask. asked the first mate Rafgo to find two sailors to help, and the total amount was only three to five hundred pounds, and he packed it in a box and carried it back to the ship.

Based on Lao Luo's performance during the war, the sailors were all very respectful, and it was too simple to help do something.

There was nothing to do, and Lao Luo was wandering around the island. The vegetation on the island is still good, it is already North Africa, but it is not as desolate as later generations, the trees and grass are very dense, and the pirates live in a relatively large cave, and there are a few simple wooden houses outside the cave.

It is estimated that those houses were built temporarily, and it felt like they could be blown by the sea breeze at any time. There was a cleared lot next to it, and some crops were planted haphazardly on the ground. Maybe it was planted by the boring people of the pirates, maybe it was planted by the people who were captured by the pirates, but no one cares about these things anymore.

A few familiar crops attracted Lao Luo's attention, straight rhizomes, large leaves, a scattered flower spike at the top, and several cannonball-shaped ears growing obliquely on the stem, which was clearly corn.

Doesn't this thing say it's native to the Americas? How could this era exist here? I knew that the words of the hellish expert couldn't be believed, and when he uncovered the outer skin of the corn, the rice grains inside were already full and formed, and while there was no one left and right, Lao Luo broke off all the ears of corn and put them into the space ring.

Lao Luo, who had gained something, couldn't help but feel a little happy, and wondered in his heart that maybe there were other good things. Maybe it's because the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment, God may give you the opportunity to pick up a gold ingot, but if you want to pick up a bunch of gold ingots at once, it's a dream.

I turned around several times, and even pulled out some unfamiliar plants to look at the rhizomes, but I didn't find any seeds worth collecting. The origin of bastards, corn and chili peppers is said to be one place, how can there be no chili peppers? Even if it's not ripe, there should always be a green spiky fruit.

Anyway, Lao Luo, who longed for a bunch of gold ingots, finally had to return to the beach with a disgraced face, faced the people who asked, took off his clothes and went into the sea, and swam for a while before he realized that he had a magic barrier.

Finding some corn is already a big harvest, and as for the rest, you will always find it if you have the chance. As for why corn is here, only God knows. Perhaps some Viking who had been to the Americas had been stranded to the south, only to be robbed by the pirates here. Perhaps a large fish swam from the Americas, ate corn and didn't digest it, and was caught ashore.

Perhaps, it is said that history is chaotic, and anything is possible, but some may be annihilated, and some will remain in future generations. Later generations of European and American experts may not be bullshit, but how many historical materials can be preserved intact by the Arabs who have experienced years of war?

He Lao Luo can only live in the present, he can't control history or anything, and the harvest in his hands is the most real.

Back on the boat, Lao Luo checked the black stones, and Hua Biao, who had been lying in the cabin for several days, finally relieved himself and followed Lao Luo to step around beside him. I haven't heard of cats being seasick, so I can only say that the cat that Lao Luo met was a strange thing.

The surface of the black stone is smooth, but it is not artificially polished, nor is it the natural smoothness of the silica type and is obviously metallic, or is it really meteorite or something, and the silver on the surface is metallic titanium? Only titanium has antioxidant properties, and if it were silver, it would have turned green or some other color.

It should be meteoric iron, and it is still a ferroalloy, just go back to the experienced old blacksmith and put it all away. Anyway, it won't be an ordinary thing, and Lao Luo's joy of finding the treasure is back.

Looking at Hua Biao who was in a restored state, Lao Luo couldn't help but feel happy, this is his first partner in this era, get it something delicious.

The poor Arab may still think that Lao Luo has no eyesight, and he only chose some black stones to bring back a pile of gold, silver and jewelry. As everyone knows, in Lao Luo's heart, these Arabs or other merchants of any other race are poor worms, and they don't know any treasures, whether it is corn or meteoric iron, they are not comparable to gold and silver treasures.

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