Mao 18 was seriously injured when he escaped from the pirate's den due to infighting, but fortunately he met Fu Chun to save his life.

Seeing Fu Chun's dying appearance now, Mao Shibai only felt that his heart was like a knife.

"What's going on?" Ren Siqi grabbed the crew next to him, and Hu Quan asked.

"When we got out of the boat and came to the beach, the Dutch boat fired a few shots at the beach, and one of the shells was ricocheting over the owner's leg, and that's it." Hu Quan said with red eyes.

"The Dutch are coming!" On the outskirts of the crowd, a crew member shouted in panic.

Ren Siqi suddenly turned around, and saw that on the sea in the distance, the Dutch were rowing towards the island in two small boats.

"Fight with them and avenge your uncle!" Fu Bin stood up from Fu Chun's side with red eyes, picked up the long knife beside him, and was about to rush to the beach.

"Yes, fight with them!" The rest of the crew of the Fuchun followed him and stood in a line, waiting for the Dutch to go to the beach and fight hard.

"I can't fight!" Ren Siqi hurriedly shouted, he knew that the Dutch were armed with arquebuses, and on his own side, except for the few muskets that had just been captured, the others were all scammers, and the consequences of using cold weapons against hot weapons could be imagined.

However, the crew of the Fuchun had already been red-eyed by Fu Chun's serious injury, and no one was willing to let Siqi do it. The Dutch on the sea came with two small boats, no more than twenty or thirty people, and there were nearly fifty people on his side, including the twenty-one people in Luzon, and this was the best time to avenge Fu Chun.

"Xiucai, we listen to you!" Cao Changjiang took twenty Luzon Chinese to stand beside Ren Siqi and whispered to Ren Siqi. For these Chinese who escaped from Luzon, Ren Siqi was their real benefactor, because if it were not for Ren Siqi, Fu Chun would never have agreed to let them get on the ship. What's more, Ren Siqi had just led them to win a battle, and they had completely annihilated more than a dozen enemies without losing a single person, which gave them confidence in Ren Siqi's command ability.

Anthony, a Javanese Chinese who had just surrendered, looked at both sides and chose to stand by Ren Siqi's side, after all, they were much more familiar with Ren Siqi. Anthony stood on this side, and Tony, a Javanese who surrendered, naturally stood with Anthony.

Only Mao Eighteen squatted beside Fu Chun, in a daze.

"Eighteen brothers, tell them quickly, we have to retreat to the island, the Dutch are too angry, we can't beat them." Ren Siqi grabbed Mao Eighteen's arm and shouted anxiously.

Mao Shiba's eyes looked at Ren Siqi blankly, then at Fu Bin and others standing facing the sea, and finally at the Dutchman boat rowing over in the sea, his eyes widened suddenly, "Huo", stood up, raised his knife and was about to rush out, he wanted to go to the Dutch to fight and avenge Fu Chun.

Looking at Mao Eighteen's appearance, Ren Siqi smiled bitterly, how could he forget Mao Eighteen's temper, and expect him to persuade others!

Just as Mao Eighteen was about to leave, Fu Chun, who was lying down, groaned and opened his eyes.

"The owner is awake!" Ren Siqi squatted beside Fu Chun in surprise.

Mao Shiba's newly raised leg was quickly retracted, and the long knife in his hand was thrown aside, holding Fu Chun's hand in surprise.

"How's it going?" Fu Chun opened his eyes and looked around at the crowd that came up, and asked weakly.

"Uncle!" Fu Bin squeezed Ren Siqi aside, grabbed Fu Chun's other hand and was about to howl.

"Cry fart!" Fu Chun scolded with difficulty, "Tell me how it is now?" ”

Fu Bin opened his mouth, not knowing where to start.

"I'll talk to the owner," Ren Siqi sighed, and then briefly explained the ambush of the Dutch in the cabin of the Fuchun, and then mentioned the urgency of the situation, the Dutchman's boat was about to row to the shore, and it would be too late if he didn't leave.

"A scholar is a coward!" Fu Bin glared at Ren Siqi dissatisfied, for Ren Siqi's victory in the Fuchun just now, Fu Bin had an indescribable feeling in his heart, some envy and a trace of jealousy.

For Fu Bin, who regarded himself as the heir to the Fuchun, he did not allow anyone to have a higher prestige in the crew than himself. Since Ren Siqi had just led people to a victory, he had to lead people to completely defeat the Dutch and recapture his own ships.

As for Ren Siqi's statement that the Dutch were powerful, Fu Bin snorted, in his opinion, since Ren Siqi could bring more than 20 shrimp soldiers and crab generals from Luzon to annihilate more than 10 Dutchmen, and now his nearly 50 people can't defeat more than 20 enemies?

"Xiucai, take a few people and carry my uncle to a safe place!" Fu Bin waved his hand impatiently, now that his uncle is seriously injured, the person who gives the order is naturally himself, and Fu Bin can't tolerate other people's doubts.

"Owner!" Ren Siqi looked at Fu Chun with expectant eyes again, hoping that Fu Chun could persuade Fu Bin to change his mind.

Fu Chun lay quietly on the beach, his heart fluctuated at the moment, from the joy of earning a lot of money to the plight of being chased by the Dutch, from the stranding of the Fuchun to the fact that he himself had a leg broken by a cannonball, and his heart could no longer remain calm under the ups and downs. The despair of being seriously injured actually made him feel a little resentful of Ren Siqi, if it wasn't for Ren Siqi's insistence on taking about 20 Chinese from Luzon on board, the Fuchun would not have turned north, and maybe it would have missed the Dutch ship. It was in this mood that he ignored Ren Siqi's suggestion, but quietly closed his eyes.

Seeing that Fu Chun refused to take care of himself, Ren Siqi had no choice but to take Jin Yufei and a few people to carry Fu Chun to the island, and he had to settle the injured Fu Chun properly and then consider the matter of the other Dutch.

Cao Changjiang and most of the other Luzon Chinese were left on the beach by Ren Siqi to help Fu Bin and others fight together, and Ren Siqi himself took Jin Yufei and Chen Sheng and other five or six people, carried Fu Chun, and escorted the captives to the island.

The area of this unnamed island is not too large, only five or six square kilometers, and the center of the island is a rocky mountain of more than 200 meters, and the whole island is covered with lush trees, and there is only open space on the beach by the sea.

The path under his feet was overgrown with weeds, and Ren Siqi walked with a few people with difficulty.

"There's a boulder ahead, let's go there." Ren Siqi pointed to the front.

A boulder stands abruptly in front of it, and behind it is a relatively flat piece of land. Ren Siqi led a few people to carry Fu Chun behind the boulder, and ordered the captives to squat aside. In addition to the Dutchmen Olier and Shabila, the captives brought to the island also included five Javanese, all of whom were tightly tied with their hands behind their backs, and Chen Sheng and Jin Yufei watched them with knives on the side.