"Pick one and stab him in the stomach."

On the beach, Ruffin threw a Marc Lewli sword captured from the South Seas on the sand in front of Mabel.

There is no need to translate, from this cold shining blade and the movement of Ruffinu's mouth, the unarmed Ming "slaves" realized something.

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It was as if stones had been thrown into a pool of stagnant water, and the tired and sluggish expressions of the slave laborers changed abruptly.

The crowd retreated in horror, but was immediately scolded by the Dutchmen with their guns and swords.

"Sir, why did you want me to do this?" Although Marbel also looked panicked, she still trembled and asked questions.

Ruffin raised his chin and said, "Because I need to calm the anger that Mingguo brought me, let's start, I won't interfere with your choice." ”

When the Dutch said this, his eyes quickly swept over the faces of the slave laborers of the Ming Kingdom. He expected that at such a moment, he would easily see that some of them would go to see the same person as if they were seeking instructions from their superiors. That man must be their leader.

But he was disappointed, and the slaves were still crowded around in a chaotic manner like sheep hiding from butcher's knives in the barn, each wishing to hide behind others.

Marbel breathed a sigh of relief. Zheng Haizhu is right, the Dutch are not wine bags and rice bags, they will definitely be suspicious, until the last moment, our sergeants will still insist on behaving like cowardly and helpless slaves, and you, Marbel, must not show your stuff.

A look of resistance to hearing the stupid and ridiculous decision appeared on Marbel's face, and she took a few steps forward, spread her hands, and argued, "Sir, please calm down." It's ridiculous that some of them didn't lose their lives for resisting before they even reached Batavia, and that I had to carry it out! Can a living person still work calmly and honestly? If this situation is seen by the natives of Penghu and sent back to Fujian, how can we collect more slave labor for your company? ”

After the translator had relayed it in its entirety, Ruffin narrowed his eyes and nodded approvingly.

"You're right, it's a shame that slaves are killed before they die of exhaustion."

He leaned over and picked up the Mark Lai Lux sword, stared at a sturdy man who looked the oldest among the slave workers in the Ming Kingdom, and pointed at him with the tip of the sword: "You, come here, kill this woman." ”

Yang Tiansheng gasped.

This red-haired king of eight lambs obviously wanted to test whether Zheng Haizhu would be a fake human trafficker, but in fact, he pretended to be a slave labor and sent the Ming army to Baisha Island.

The Dutch soldiers in front of him, about two hundreds, if it was a hand-to-hand encounter, the team led by Yang Tiansheng, who had half been pirates and half were from the elite of Fujian sailors, would not have a problem subduing the Dutch.

But there are still soldiers and firearms on the warships in the harbor, not to mention that the Ming army will still suffer heavy casualties, the key is that today is not the time for this team lurking on Baisha Island to attack.

Yang Tiansheng then made a more and more frightened look, and waved his hand at Lu Fen again and again.

"Hey, don't you hate this woman and her boss for tricking you into working here to work as coolies, and going to suffer on an island farther away?"

Ruffin asked with a grim smile.

Yang Tiansheng knelt down, folded his palms, and kept making gestures to Lu Fen begging for mercy, and said in a wailing voice: "Master, my family is still in the village, if I kill her, and her accomplices over there will know about her, my family will definitely not survive." Please have mercy on me, sir! I will definitely work well for my lord. ”

As soon as the interpreter finished finishing Yang Tiansheng's words, a figure with a fluttering robe ran from behind the reef.

It was the Japanese monk who had been rescued a few days earlier.

The monk stood in front of Mabel, facing Ruffin, and poured out a string of Japanese, pointing to the sky above him from time to time.

Batavia's translator doesn't know Japanese, but as a Chinese, he also understands the basic ideas of Buddhism, and he guesses that the other party is talking about karma and the like, and pleads for Mabel.

In the translator's chest, he was really panicked.

These despicable men and women in front of them speak the same Chinese as themselves. In order to survive, he could ignore the fact that they were driven or teased by the Dutch governor, but he really couldn't bear to see them tortured and killed by Ruffin on a whim.

The interpreter then plucked up his courage and said to Rufen: "Sir, Japan, like the Ming Kingdom, respects monks very much. This monk, who can play the favorite musical instrument of the Ming Dynasty, should come from a temple of great status. In case he maintains a friendship with the nobles of the shogunate or the daimyo......"

Ruffin looked into the translator's eyes, but he was not angry. Rumors came from the Dutch trading houses in Japan that the Tokugawa shogunate was intent on expelling the Catholic powers of Portugal and Spain and closing the country, but it seemed that it could open a window to the Dutch who had no intention of proselytizing.

Japan and the Ming Kingdom had different attitudes towards the Dutch, and the former was a friendship between the Dutch governor.

Ruffin didn't want to be rude to this fallen monk. After all, the captains of the three warships are watching, and any one of them may go to the governor to complain.

When Ruffin's face was slightly relieved, Yang Tiansheng, like all dying little people, crawled in front of the translator, raised his face with a stiff flattering smile, and said something in a loud voice.

The Chinese translator nodded, turned to Lu Fen and said respectfully: "Sir, he said that they are in the Ming Kingdom, and they have to serve forced labor, that is, the Ming Kingdom forced the people to do hard labor. They were once ordered by the local government to build fortifications against bandits, and they are skilled in a unique defense technique, and they are willing to sacrifice to the commander, begging you to calm your anger. ”

"Oh? What is the technology? ”

Several captains behind Ruffin, apparently attracted by this, also stepped forward.

After a few rounds, Lu Fen couldn't see any flaws in the Ming slave workers and Marbel, and his doubts about them subsided a lot, and now when he heard this topic, he was quite interested, and said in a deep voice: "Let's take a look." ”

Yang Tiansheng kowtowed a few more times, took a small machete from the place where the tools were stacked, moved a section of bamboo, put together the bamboo skin part on the surface, and quickly cut out dozens of bamboo strips.

Behind him was a "slave worker", who dug up half a sack of damp dirt and put it into a bamboo basket.

Yang Tiansheng demonstrated: "The officers and soldiers of the Ming Kingdom asked us to make bamboo baskets and fill in the soil, and stacked them one by one to turn them into defensive walls. If the enemy attacks from another direction, these baskets are also easy to move and can be quickly stacked into a new wall in another place. ”

"Well, it seems interesting," Captain Putmans of the Hope, after witnessing the skillful hands of the Chinese and listening to the defensive ideas, glanced at the captain of the Groningen, who provoked the commander to test, and pointed to the Ming slave who was kneeling on the ground, "If they wanted to attack us, they would have done it a long time ago." These are just cowardly civilians, let them do these things. Captain Bourne, when you are riding the wind and waves in Kinmen, I will be responsible for the defense of our Penghu base, will I ...... at that time?"

Ruffin raised his hand to stop Putmans' questioning about to exit, and said to Yang Tiansheng with a gloomy and cruel face: "In addition to carrying stones and wood, you also have to weave a hundred bamboo balls every day, otherwise, you don't want to get food and water." ”

He turned his head to look at Mabel, who looked paralyzed, "You woman, go back to the tent too." ”