Ren Siqi looked at Mao Eighteen deeply, raised the dagger in his hand and pierced the wound.

A low muffled snort sounded from the depths of Mao Eighteen's throat, the blood vessels on Mao Eighteen's forehead burst out, and his right hand grabbed a stone beside him, almost shattering the stone.

After cutting open the wound with a dagger, Ren Siqi washed his hands with water and put his fingers into the wound. There are no tweezers, no pliers, and the only way to remove the projectiles embedded in the flesh is by hand.

When Ren Siqi's fingers stirred in the wound on his shoulder, Mao Shibai's painful gums were biting blood, and his face was extremely distorted and deformed, but he didn't want to scream out in order to be a hero.

The people watching next to them felt a feeling of tooth soreness, and some of them unconsciously twisted their heads away, not daring to look at the blood-stained hula scene.

Of course, Ren Siqi has never studied medicine, but in his previous life, he often traveled, and he also underwent wilderness survival training, coupled with the popularization of film, television, and Internet knowledge, he knows a little about dealing with wounds.

It took a long time for his fingers to stir in Mao Eighteen's wound to find the projectile, and it was easy to take it out with two fingers.

Looking at the black round buckshot in Ren Siqi's hand, Mao Shibai let out a sigh of relief, only to feel sweat dripping from his back.

But it wasn't over yet, Ren Siqi poured out a lot of gunpowder from the gunpowder pot and poked it with a lit piece of wood, "Boom", the fire lit up, the smoke was filled, and Mao Eighteen jumped up in pain.

"I'm," Mao 18 was about to scold.

"Disinfect you to prevent tetanus." Ren Siqi's faint voice blocked Mao Eighteen's mouth.

Apply the golden gun medicine, wrap it with a clean white cloth, and the whole treatment process is over.

The others looked at Ren Siqi with admiration, they didn't expect Xiucai to be able to heal, although the treatment method was too rough, but it was better than no cure!

In addition to Mao Eighteen, there were two other people who were wounded by gunshot wounds, and after Ren Siqi used the same method to completely treat their wounds, it was already completely dark.

A bonfire was lit, and except for two sentrymen, everyone else sat around the bonfire, roasted the dry food on the fire, and ate a simple supper with clean water.

When they escaped from the Fuchun, they brought some food with them, but not much, and if they couldn't find food on the island, they wouldn't be able to hold out for two days.

Fu Chun, the owner of the ship, was seriously injured and fell into a coma, and the defeat of the battle made everyone very depressed.

"There is not much food and water is running out. Tomorrow the brothers must be sent in search of food. Wen Ruoyu, who was in charge of logistics, said.

The manager Fu Bin lowered his head and said nothing, the defeat on the beach hit him hard, and the victory that he thought would be easy turned into a rout, and finally relied on the resistance of Ren Siqi and others to repel the Dutch, Fu Bin felt that the other brothers looked at him with a strange look.

"The Dutch must be defeated!" Even if he was injured, Mao Shibai did not change his heroic nature, "Let's sneak attack them at night, and when they are asleep, let's sneak over, one by one, and click on them." ”

After listening to Mao Eighteen's words, everyone's eyes lit up, this may be the best way, if you can't beat them during the day, then at night!

For Mao Eighteen's night attack suggestion, Ren Siqi is very much in favor, in the night the Dutch muskets are not easy to aim, coupled with surprise, unpreparedness, can offset the difference in firepower between the two sides to the greatest extent, if you can get close to the Dutch for a white-knuckle battle, maybe you can really destroy the Dutch.

But the soldiers are treacherous, and how do you know that the Dutch are not prepared? Maybe they plan to attack at night!

"Brother Eighteen, don't worry, we have to think of a perfect sneak attack plan." Ren Siqi said.

"A sneak attack is a sneak attack, what plan do you want? Let's sneak over while they're asleep, and get up and down with knives! Mao 18 lifted his uninjured right palm and gestured.

If only it were as simple as that, Ren Siqi thought to himself.

On the beach, a bonfire was lit, and a dozen Javanese servants were sitting around it, eating food and chatting and laughing. For these Javanese, there was never a sense of homeland, and the backward culture and simple tribal social structure made them cohesive and poor, which is why they were conquered by a small number of Dutch.

The tropical rainforest climate of the South Sea Islands makes food abundant, and many fruits can be found in the woods, which makes most Javanese lazy and lazy. Without the arrival of the Western colonists, they would have lived like pigs, but when the Dutch destroyed their country and destroyed their homeland, they had to give their lives to the Dutch.

Behind the campfire was a tent, and eight Dutchmen were sitting around a blanket, eating barbecue and drinking beer.

"Jared, why don't we go back to the boat instead of spending the night on this beach? Akito will definitely attack us at night. Metro, who had broken his ribs with a stone, had to lie on his back on a blanket, fearing that he would not be able to escape when Akito came to attack.

Chewing the barbecue in his mouth hard, the half-cooked meat couldn't be chewed at all, so he rushed down with a big sip of beer, and the captain of the Shark Jared let out a sigh: "The Ming people are very cunning, they will definitely take advantage of the night to sneak attack." ”

"What then? Let's go back to the ship! METRO cried out worriedly.

"Just let them sneak up! If they've been hiding on the island, when will we defeat them and save Oliel? Jared said.

"Captain, you mean?" The eyes of the other Dutchmen lit up at once.

"Set up an ambush and wait for the Ming to come." Jared whispered, "Let's do this and this"

"Good strategy!"

"In this way, Akito can't go back when he comes, Captain, you are too powerful!" The other Dutchmen were slapping Jared on the back.

As the night deepened, the wood in the campfire burned out and became half-lit and half-extinguished, and a crescent moon rose from the eastern sky, and the faint moonlight shone on the sea and the beach.

A Javanese man was called into the tent, Jared whispered the order, and the Javanese returned to the campfire and whispered Jared's order.

More than a dozen Javanese picked up their weapons and quietly left the campfire, and then bowed down more than ten meters away from the campfire. At the campfire, more than a dozen packages were placed in the shape of human beings, sleeping there.

The canvas on the side of the tent near the sea was lifted, and Jared led the Dutch out of the tent, walking more than twenty meters towards the sea, and then opened the sleeping bags he was carrying and got into them one by one.

The Dutchman opened a pocket and waited for Akito to drill it, so he could catch it all!