By the time the shouting had subsided, there was a terrible silence in the classroom.

Finally, one of the captives asked in a slightly choked voice:

"Teacher Zhang, are you going to drive us away?"

Zhang Ke shook his head, pressed his hands on the lectern, and replied to the questioning classmate.

"No, I'm not trying to drive you away, but you're good enough to face the ups and downs ahead. I know you're reluctant to leave here, and neither am I.

We work together, train together, study together, and play together. Dance, laugh, and make fun together. We have left too many precious memories here, take a look, the endless rice fields, the smooth cross roads, the rows of young saplings, and the walls are all the results of our joint efforts. However, the eagle will always soar in the blue sky, and the cage will not trap you.

From tomorrow onwards, you will spread your wings and storm the sky. Remember the field training, this is the last homework left by the teacher!"

After speaking, Zhang Ke walked out with his textbook.

The captives were left in a daze, looking at the podium in a daze.

Many of the captives did not sleep that night.

In the morning, the instructors had their last breakfast with them, as usual, and then they lined up to wait for the arrival of those who would receive them.

At the same time, Franco slept on the masaki.

In recent days, he has fallen in love with a wine called Erguotou, which is very strong and difficult to drink, but the more he drinks, the more he wants to drink it.

If you drink too much, you will naturally get drunk.

If you're drunk, you don't have to think about anything. Just enough to escape the reality that he doesn't want to face at the moment, so in the past few days, he will pull a few subordinates to get drunk every day.

Bang bang bang ~

Bang bang bang ~

Franco was dragged out of his dream by a series of hurried knocks, and he sat up from his bed, listened carefully, and when he was sure that someone was knocking on his door, he asked angrily who it was.

"Lord Franco, there are a few generals from outside who are looking for you!"

Checkmate?

Franco, who was originally a little unhappy, quickly got up from the bed.

hurriedly dressed and opened the door, and walked out under the leadership of his subordinates.

"Where's the General?"

As soon as I came outside, I saw a few Ming people dressed as ordinary soldiers standing there, how could there be any generals.

"Isn't it?" The subordinate muttered quietly.

"This is just a normal big-headed soldier!"

"Honorific, honorific."

"Go to ***."

Franco was irritable, but still put a smile on his face and came to several soldiers.

"A few generals, they came to me early in the morning, but something?"

"Come with us!"

Well?

This line is wrong, I'm all prisoners, is it possible to do something else?

"Dare to ask the General, where are we going?"

"You'll know when you get there."

The speaker frowned slightly, and didn't seem to like Franco's question very much.

Get.

Walk!

People have to bow their heads under the eaves, and if you tell me to go, I'll go!

Several soldiers carried him all the way out, put him in a carriage, and went straight out of the city.

After about half an hour, the carriage slowly slowed down and stopped.

Franco lifted the curtain and looked out, only to see that there was no traffic and houses outside, and it seemed to be the manor of a large family.

It's just that the house is built without any features, a whole row of brick houses.

Franco thought so, and the groom in front of him said something he didn't understand, and he tried to jump off the horse.

Then the Spanish-speaking soldier waved his hand at him and motioned for him to follow.

"General, where is this?"

"Farm!"

"Farm? I don't know how to farm!"

No, it won't be that Zheng Zhilong changed his mind and didn't let me go back to negotiate, in this kind of life, right?

No, I haven't had enough of my good days.

In the past few days, he has drunk the second pot head, which has made him feel like a fairy, and the spirit of seeing death as if he was at home when he was first arrested has long been drunk.

"Farming? What do you want? Let you come and take those captives away. Farming, just you?"

After speaking, the soldiers also looked Franco up and down, their eyes full of contempt for the red-haired ghosts, as if they were still living in the era of Ru Mao drinking blood.

But then again, there is really no one who can compare to Daming. At least for now.

"Leader, they won't come with me!"

Hearing the leader, Franco completely ignored the contempt in the soldier's eyes and said with a sad face.

"I'm going with you now."

"Really?"

Yesterday, I cried and wiped my tears one by one, just get some sleep? How can it be?

"Really. I said you are not annoyed, is it true or not, you can see for yourself later? Excuse me, are you going to go to military school?"

"Military Academy? What military school?"

"Damn, I didn't know the turtle!" After saying that, the soldier didn't bother to talk to him anymore, and took two steps ahead of Jin.

Franco silently followed, looking indifferent.

In the past, he boasted that he traveled from south to north and was well-informed. But now, those who have been hit by new things from Daming have become accustomed to being at the bottom of the chain of contempt.

Take those two pots as an example, I haven't even heard of them, it's delicious.

It's also a good thing for Daming to go to Europe to do business, at least you can drink such a good wine often, but the price is a little more expensive.

[In view of the general environment,

Thinking about it, they came to the edge of a small playground in the living area of the farm.

In the playground, more than a hundred uniformed captives were standing quietly, seemingly waiting for someone to arrive.

"Go, take your men with you, and set sail back to Spain today." The soldier whispered to the captives.

Since he was right in front of the captive, the captives saluted him attentively.

The scene was quiet, but he felt uncomfortable.

Slowly walking towards the phalanx, the more I walked, the more I felt that something was not right.

What the fuck is this captive? Pick up arms and it's clear that it's a group of elite soldiers! It gave him a strong sense of oppression.

Fortunately, the distance was not very long, and the instructor answered.

"Pick up?"

"Yes."

The instructor nodded, stood sideways, and did not speak again.

What does it mean?

Just let people go with me, and you have to say a few words?

Looking at his compatriots staring at him, Franco felt that it would be okay to say a few words.

"Brothers! I know you have been wronged here. But starting today, you're on your way home! No matter how much you have been wronged here, the warmth of home will heal your wounds. Pack your things and come with me, slow down, you won't be able to catch the boat home! Slowly, there's no chance to go back to Mexico City to get a woman, haha."

Franco thought he had made a humorous joke, but after a few laughs, he found that none of them had taken care of him.

It's embarrassing...