According to the Chinese people, the most ferocious animal in the sea is the dragon. It's a creature that no one has ever seen by word of mouth. Legend has it that the dragon can travel to the clouds, can spread rain, when the wind and rain are good, when the wind is good, when the river is manic, the river and the sea are overturned.

Now is the time for the dragon king of the Indian Ocean to be furious, tumbling, spinning, slapping, and venting his anger in the blue sea.

The huge waves rushed into the sky again and again, as if they wanted to mix the sky and water.

The wind came in through the cracks in the rocks, and with all kinds of ghost wails, they all became the war drums of heaven and earth in the ears of the Gurkha soldiers, and the bursts of excitement made their blood burn. In the northern states of India, I have never seen such a scene of the power of heaven and earth raging.

Along with the wind, there is also rain and fog, which is not like the continuous drizzle in March, inhaling the lungs with a trace of cool air is indescribably comfortable, and the heavy rain brought by the hurricane will only hurt in the face.

"Don't look at it, there will be no ships at sea in this weather. I've been in Ceylon all my life, and I've never seen anyone dare to sail over in this kind of weather. "Inside a stone cave on the cliff, Tamil veterans look at these curious Gurkha Sindin.

This is the most cutting-edge observation post on the island of Ceylon, and you can see ships in the distance without a telescope. Because of the importance of the cave, the local Tamils call it the Eye of Colombo.

A squad of soldiers was stationed here, and their task was to monitor all passing ships, day and night. In the driest part of the cave, there was a pile of thick fireworks. As soon as they spot the enemy's tracks, they will immediately release fireworks to warn them.

The Tamil veteran unhurriedly rocked the roast lamb on the campfire, he was a local and did not like to eat mutton. But except for him, all of them were Gurkha people wearing Gurkha scimitars. He did not have the right to draw up recipes, in fact he existed here to take care of the diet of these Gurkha soldiers.

In the Indian army, the status of the Gurkha soldiers has always been much higher than that of the Tamils.

The soldiers were very young, and the squad leader was a bearded man who looked very old, but he was only twenty years old. The Gurkhas are brave or not to know whether they are brave, but the veterans know that they are very good at eating. The sheep was only enough to stuff their teeth, and the basket of naan bread was the staple food.

"Come and eat!" The bearded squad leader, holding half a roasted leg of lamb in his hand, frowned and grilled on the sparkling campfire, only a glimmer of light penetrating through the dimly lit cave, and the flickering light of the fire reflected his face in the flickering light.

A typhoon is coming, and no one can stand up to a roaring typhoon. You can get a good night's sleep tonight, and the time for the typhoon to stop and change guards should be up. Back in Colombo, living in a brick and stone house, that's the life of a man.

What's it to live in a cave all day, savage?

The Gurkha people were extremely disgusted with the term savage, as that was how they were previously called by the people of southern India. Until now, those damned Tamils still privately call them savages. The Gurkhas don't like the Tamils, they are annoying.

The Gurkha soldiers at the entrance of the cave shrank back stupidly, they had never seen the scene they had just seen so big. When the typhoon struck, the roof of the Tamils at the foot of the mountain was suddenly blown off. The stones pressed against the roof of the house flew in the sky like jelly beans.

The hut where fish was often sold to them was lost in the blink of an eye, as if there had never been a hut there. The coconut trees, which have little canopy, have been uprooted by the wind and fly in the air like that, which is very terrifying.

The wind on the snowy mountain is as gentle as a girl.

When he clapped his hands and went back, a soldier was surprised to find that the typhoon had also become gentle. The raindrops that blow in the storm no longer have a strong momentum, and they don't have that hot feeling when they hit the face.

I wiped a handful of the rain on my face, it was very salty and astringent, I don't know if it was because I hadn't washed my face for a long time, or if the rain itself was salty and astringent.

"Squad leader, the wind seems to be a lot lighter."

"Don't worry, sleep tonight. When the typhoon stops, let's go back to the city of Corondo. "A month of surveillance, day and night, has almost exhausted everyone's patience. Now the big guys are looking forward to getting back to Colombo City, at least getting a good night's sleep every night, and not worrying that someone will splash you with the icy sea and tell you it's your turn.

In one hand, he holds the fatty lamb and the other hand the dried naan. The Tamil veteran took out a jug of wine from his bosom. The bearded squad leader snatched it over, pulled out the stopper of the wine bag, and a long whale sucked the water. The sac is shriveling down at a rate visible to the naked eye!

"Ahh This wine is good, why is it so strong. The bearded squad leader finally moved his foul mouth away in everyone's eagerness.

"I heard from the wine seller, it is the wine of Daming spirits." The Tamil veteran handed the bearded squad leader a chop of lamb.

"Daming wine? Where did it come from? Hearing the word Daming, the Gurkha bearded squad leader was obviously vigilant. They were stationed in this cave to guard against a surprise attack by the Ming fleet.

"The fishermen down the hill are filial, they want a few grenades. This thing is the best way to deal with sharks when you encounter sharks. The Tamil veteran hurriedly explained that if he didn't know clearly, he would be shot.

"Oh!" The bearded squad leader let out an "oh" and turned to take out a grenade from his equipment. He pointed to the three soldiers beside him and made up four grenades.

Anyway, when you go back, you can report that the training is used. Who said that if you are stationed in a cave, you don't need to train? The seaside is gloomy and cold, and it has almost become customary to exchange grenades for wine. The above is also turning a blind eye to this. A couple of fishermen took it to fry the fish, and it wasn't a big deal.

The Tamil veteran laughed, and this reversal was another good sum of money.

After eating mutton and drinking, everyone slept peacefully. After all, no one will go to sea on a typhoon day. The Ming people are also human beings, and they are not gods in heaven. A raging typhoon will tear their ship to shreds, even if their ship is made of iron.

In the midst of snoring, only the Tamil veteran was calculating in his heart how much money he could make by exchanging wine for grenades this time.

The Tamil veteran threw a few sticks of wood into the bonfire, and the bonfire suddenly became much larger, and the whole cave was illuminated. The squad leader muttered and continued to sleep. Although he doesn't like light when he sleeps, he doesn't like the clammy cold of the sea even more. It was close to midnight, and no one noticed that the wind outside had stopped. The rain also changed from pouring rain to drizzling.

The sea is no longer so violent, and the waves are much less powerful with their white spray crashing against the shore. Dark clouds obscured the sky, and the whole sea was as black as thick ink. Only the lights inside the cave have become guiding lights like a lighthouse.

Suddenly, a dozen black dots appeared on the surface of the sea, and the black dots quickly approached the shore with the help of the wind. The light in the cave guided them forward.

The hull of the sailboat shook violently, and the people on board were extremely excited. He took out a small bottle of liquor from his bosom and drank it down. One hundred and ten people, with a strong smell of wine and a hot body, jumped off the sailboat. They carried acre rifles in their hands and katana swords on their backs.

The sailboat was untied and was tossed by the waves. No one cared about the sailboats, it was a win-or-die operation. There is no point in going back alive!

A group of black shadows quickly ran to the bottom of the cliff hole, and a soft ladder was being blown by the sea breeze, hitting the rock wall with a "clanging" and "clanging" sound. Maori Wuzhong did not hesitate and grabbed the rope ladder and climbed up. The samurai behind him climbed up with the figure of Maori Taketaka.

The cliff is very high, a full 100 meters. Mori Wuzhong climbed for a long time, and when he climbed up to the platform of the cave, he was surprised to find a black hole with the muzzle of a gun pointed at his head.