"Mnaki watch, Naga down, tie up the four, and take them to the boat." Lao Luo turned left and right, there were more than thirty wooden barrels on the dock, and more than ten wooden boxes, I don't know what they were, he planned to get on the ship and interrogate Filas, and then determine the line.

The twelve-meter-long boat is actually not big at all, at most it is used for fishing, and it is estimated that it cannot go out of the coastline for ten nautical miles, even in the shallow sea, when encountering a big wind and waves, you must immediately dodge, otherwise it will definitely be overturned.

In addition to Firas, there were two corpses on the ship, no matter what their names or ethnicities, everything had nothing to do with them at this point. Firas's face was blue and purple, his neat clothes were in tatters stained with dust and blood, his bloomers were like rags, his well-fashioned lambskin boots were gray as if they had been picked up from a garbage heap, and the scimitar dagger he carried with him was thrown by Naga on the deck at least three or four meters away.

"Filas, Filas, you really don't know much Filas (the Arabic name Filas means intelligent and sensitive)." Lao Luo said sarcastically, he knew that Firas was not unconscious and awake, "Tell me?" ”

Firas glanced up at Lao Luo, then lowered his head and remained silent.

"What? Speechless? Lao Luo asked rhetorically, and then teased, "You know, Filas, in fact, I am a civilized person. ”

"Say, say what?" In a matter of minutes, Firas turned into a hoarse duck voice, and his body shook involuntarily.

"Don't try to stall, Firas." Lao Luo's tone was very calm and flat, "Actually, you should know that even if you wait for the rescuers, it's useless, although there are only three people with me and the entourage." ”

"Well, well, Mr. Bartol, what do you want to know?" Firas's body suddenly relaxed, "You're a civilized person, you have to have some hints, right?" ”

"Hehe, okay, as you wish." As soon as Lao Luo grabbed the rope that bound Firas, he heard Firas screaming, "Don't! The rope broke.

"Hah, what's your name? Isn't it just to help you untie the rope? "Lao Luo pulled a wooden barrel and sat three meters away from Filas, the long knife was very close to his thigh, and Filas sat on the deck with his back against the mast." The hint is, what is the cargo on the dock? Who are you? ”

"The goods on the dock, the barrels are mainly rice, wheat flour and tea from the Mansour family, and the boxes should be blankets and silverware, and I don't know anything else." Firas was quite honest. "As for who I am, I don't think it matters to you, Mr. Badantel."

This is also an understanding person, Lao Luo nodded at him, "You stay here, don't be smart, you know what I'm talking about, right?" ”

Firas's neck was swollen, and he probably couldn't nod his head, so he had to say, "Understand, I can't run." ”

"Hehe, smart man," Lao Luo stood up, turned his head and shouted to Naga under the boat, "Naga, bring those four people up, and look at this guy by the way." Mnachi, pack up the loot and take it all to the ship. ”

"Here it is, boss." Naga's voice was very loud.

"Understood, boss, that's good." Mnaki is also the best sweeper.

"Hua Biao, you just stay on the boat and don't run around." Lao Luo picked up the flower biao under his feet and put it on the wooden barrel, this little guy never made trouble when he fought, you can't find where it is hidden, and when he is done, he will stay under Lao Luo's feet immediately, and never let Lao Luo worry.

The sound of stepping on the gangplank came, and Lao Luo saw Naga carrying four captives with their hands tied upside down and dressed in a string on the ship, and then told them to sit on the deck by the side of the ship, "Don't be funny, don't kill you, or ......" After speaking, he gestured with his hand across his neck, and then pointed to Filas and said to Naga in Maasai, "Keep an eye on him, I'll go down for a while." ”

There was only one living man left on the dock, Mnaqi was collecting all the loot and carrying it onto the ship, in fact, it was mainly weapons, the others were all minions, and there was nothing of value on them, and the only one wearing leather armor was Hasam who was also dismembered by the old Luo Lian people.

There are a total of twenty-six wooden barrels on the dock, each of which is about sixty kilograms, pick two and open them to check, Firas is not lying, sure enough, there is rice, Lao Luo can't help but be a little greedy when he looks at it, but it is really not a good time at this time.

Simply put all the barrels into the ring space, there are not many wooden boxes, there are only fourteen of two specifications in total, eight large ones are lighter but similar to the weight of wooden barrels, open one to see that it is a blanket, and the other few small ones weigh about 100 kilograms, it is estimated that if it is not a stone, it must be a good thing, Lao Luo is too lazy to check, all into the space.

The shore is neatly organized, and if you look around, no one will be here anytime soon. Naga and Mnaki looked at the captive, both of them had never seen a ship, it was quite a novelty, Lao Luo checked the ship before and after, the cabin below the deck was not large, except for some necessary things on the ship, only the empty cargo hold, it seemed that the things on the dock were originally loaded here.

The four minions had already been frightened, they were only doing odd jobs, not robbery, so they simply untied the ropes and told them to move the ship to the shore. They don't hoist their sails and leave, as long as they can't reach the attacks on the shore - archery and spear throwing.

Firas sat quietly on the deck, seemingly a little depressed and a little desperate. Lao Luo observed him from a distance for a while, then stepped forward and found a wooden barrel to sit in front of him, "You are a nobleman?" ”

"Is there a nobleman like me?" Firas gestured to his appearance, "The nobles will not appear in this place, except for the merchants, they are fugitives. ”

"So you're a fugitive?" Lao Luo guessed a little, looking at his dress and complexion, he didn't look like a samurai or a merchant who had experienced a lot of things.

"I'm from Cairo, and after the death of Caliph al-Aziz, his son Abu Ali killed my father, and the family fled in all directions," Firas seemed to fall into memory, "Fortunately, my uncle took care of me, otherwise the people of Abu Ali's dog-legged Mansour would have killed me." ”

"Wait, is the caliph Aziz you are talking about by the clan name Hakim?" Lao Luo remembered a piece of Arab Shia history.

"That's right, Abu Ali's full name is Abu Ali Mansour al-Hakim, this arrogant villain." Firas said through some gritted teeth.

"How many years has Abu Ali been in caliph now?" Lao Luo remembered who Aziz was, known as the greatest caliph in Shiite history, the fifth caliph of the Fatimid Dynasty Aziz, and his son Abu Ali, who was the sixth caliph, established and perfected the Shiite doctrine, and the original site of the royal library established by these two caliphs was the Hakim Mosque in Cairo in later generations. However, it is rumored that Abu Ali was a harsh man, tyrannical and brutal, persecuting many of the original Aziz ministers, and it seems that this Filas is the descendant of those ministers.

"It's been seven years, and all the ministers of the caliph al-Aziz have been expelled, and my father was the finance minister at that time." As if remembering his own tragic experiences over the years, Firas couldn't help but cry.

Lao Luo pouted, jokes, isn't political struggle like this, it is estimated that Filas's father did not do anything else when he was the Minister of Finance, and the Chinese saying "once a son of heaven and a courtier" is this truth. But Aziz died in 996 A.D., and Abu Ali reigned for seven years, which means that it is now 1003 A.D.? At this time, China should be the Liao and Song dynasties, and the reigning emperor of the Song Dynasty was Zhao Heng of Song Zhenzong who wrote "The Book Has Its Own Golden House", Zhao Heng, the coward emperor who was allowed to go to the battlefield by Kou, and Zhao Heng who signed the "Tanyuan Alliance"!

Suddenly getting up, Lao Luo paced up and down on the deck. He has spanned more than a thousand years of time and space, thousands of miles away from China, and if he is right, next year will be the year when the Tanyuan Alliance will take place. In this era, it is too late to rush back to China in a year, it takes at least 300 days to take a sailboat, there must be navigators who are familiar with water lines, and it is necessary to ensure that it does not encounter a sudden attack by storms, not to mention on land, it is necessary to travel through the entire Arab world, and there are frequent wars on the road, and there is no peace.

For Lao Luo, it has always been a big Chinese concept, what this nation and that nation, in short, all yellow-skinned people are one race, but their living habits are different, and they are divided into different ethnic groups by the so-called elites or for personal gain or because of narrow views. In fact, is there a difference between the so-called different ethnic groups and the people at the bottom? Isn't it all food, clothing, housing and transportation? Even in later generations, it is not the so-called elite class that enjoys the benefits of different nationalities?

Perhaps in the eyes of many people, Lao Luo's views are very arrogant, how can different cultural backgrounds and different living habits be classified into one family? In fact, this is a fallacy, culture and folklore are not yet acquired, and if you don't believe that all political classes on the earth are united, and all people are treated the same, the so-called culture is actually a fart. If in the interstellar era, different ethnic groups may have nations that can be divided, and the human race on the earth can only be called a human race, regardless of the color of their skin.

However, it is a pity that Lao Luo is still in this primitive era, not to mention that he is still in the era when he basically relies on his legs to walk (whether it is human legs, horse legs or camel legs), and he is still looking for his own ideas in the context of customs and culture.

Thinking too much, Lao Luo warned himself that he was not a Space Marine, he didn't have the ability to jump out of the earth to see the problem, just a big knife and a ring, an inexplicable inheritance, and maybe an employer, he was still a layman, and he couldn't become a saint, well, maybe at least temporarily.

Then ask about what Filas knows, the specific situation in Mombasa, the changes in the Arab world, and the overview of the Eastern Roman Empire. Perhaps it was Lao Luo's promise to Firas that he would not kill him and would return the ship to him, Firas became omniscient, lest Lao Luo change his attention, he was indeed a smart man, but it was not lucky enough to choose Lao Luo as his opponent.

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