Chapter Seventy-Five: Fang Guan's Road to Survival

Wooden stakes stand on the gray soil of the island, which is unique to the island of Java, made of condensed volcanic ash. The stakes were nailed to the ground, and a man was tied to each stake, ragged and unclothed. They were tethered under stakes.

It is tethered under a stake.

His hands were tied tightly, and he had a rope around his neck, and the other section was on top of a stake. The hard wooden stakes make it impossible to struggle.

These people are Fang Guan and Fang Guan's crew.

And the weather on the island of Java is like this, with rain and shine.

The sun hangs high on a sunny day. It's like ten days in the sky. The blazing sunlight licked everyone's skin and wounds like a flame entity. Originally, these people were tortured. is already extremely weak, under the blessing of such sunshine. It's even more difficult to handle.

Asking for a sip of water is like ascending to the sky.

Faced with only the sneering gaze on the black thin face of the Javanese.

And in the blink of an eye, the rainstorm came suddenly, and the thunder was great, like the thunder and lightning intersecting. Earth-shattering, cloud-overturning. In an instant, it was muddy. Muddy water entering the wound is a different taste. It's hard to forget.

Heavy rain and scorching sun alternate repeatedly. It is the first torture in the world, not to mention. These people have wounds big and small. When the sun is scorching, salt grains emerge all over the body. When the rain was pouring down, it was covered in blood.

It's for their lives.

Perhaps it was the last bit of jealousy of the Ming Dynasty that made the Javanese people not want to be stained with the blood of these people.

Let nature take their lives.

In the midst of a rainstorm, the Javanese people naturally do not get caught in the rain here.

Fang Guan, who was awakened by the rain, struggled to look up to the sky and roared, like a fierce beast, and then used all his strength to hit the stake again and again.

The stake is so thick that you can't put your hands together. It was also buried very deep, at least two feet. It's very stable, and even this execution ground wasn't built for the execution of these people. The accumulation of white bones in this vicinity makes people know that there are actually many people who have died here.

Fang Guan is not the first batch, nor is it the last.

Although heavy rain penetrates into the soil, it will loosen the soil somewhat. However, due to the weather in Java, the soil here is very adaptable to water, and it is not the kind of soil that is soft when it enters the water. Because of this, the impact of Fang Guan could hardly shake the stake.

After all, Javanese are not fools either. If the stake had fallen with a push, it would not have been punished.

Just started, and it is still effective to imitate the square off. But after a long time, I was anxious and hungry. Some have even died here. Only Fang Guan is still insisting.

Fang Guan even regarded this method as an increase in punishment for himself, only in this way did he feel better. Only then did he feel that his sins had been forgiven. Only in this way did he have some peace of mind.

It doesn't matter if you can knock the stake down and regain your freedom.

Just as Fang Guan was like a madman, he slammed into the wooden stake again and again. It seemed to be Fang Guan's illusion, and he suddenly felt that his strength was empty. The stake deviated a little.

Just like that, a little bit made Fang Guan see hope, he leaned back, hit his head with his head, and just like that, again and again. Blood stained the stakes. Suddenly, the whole stake tilted more and more. The soil underneath the stakes is also getting looser.

With a "plop", the stake fell into the water.

Fang Guan roared and said, "God has opened his eyes. He didn't speak again, but leaned in and pushed the stake with his fingers.

The stake is full of dead knots. Unless cut with a knife. Only faded from both ends. And if the stake is on the ground at one end and the sky at the other, it is impossible to fade down. Only when the stake falls down, it can be faded. Even so, it's not an easy thing to do.

I don't know what material this rope is. There is no need to loosen the slightest bit due to the water. Originally, it was tied with a very tight knot, and it was difficult to shake it up and down. Fang Guan's ten fingers were all worn out of the skin. Bloody. By not knowing whether it is blood or rain. It finally faded down.

Fang Guan seemed to feel a lightness on his neck, and he could finally leave the stake to move. He came under another stake and shook the man desperately to wake him up. Immediately, the two sides were back to back, untying each other's ropes and freeing their hands.

Immediately, the entire execution ground was rescued.

There are only a hundred of them.

And all of them were scarred and dying. Not to mention injuries, more importantly, I haven't eaten for a few days. Now my body is very empty, and I can't do anything after the intense activity just now.

There is no strength.

The same is true for Fang Guan.

At this time, his stomach seemed to have no sensation. The whole person is weak in hands and feet, and it seems that all the strength just now has been used up. The people around him were slumped on the ground one by one, and they didn't seem to be able to move without ropes at the moment.

The rain is still falling.

And it went down big.

And the heavier the rain, the faster it ends. Even in the tropics, this rule must be followed. It's just that it goes down a little longer than the temperate zone.

Outside the execution ground, there was a pile of thatched huts not far away. It is precisely the detention center.

Now the rain is pouring down, even if you shout loudly. A few feet away, it was already covered by the sound of rain. The view was even more obscured by the dense rain line. I can't really see it at all. And these guards have no intention of coming to patrol in the rain.

But once the rain stops, the world is different.

Time is running out for them.

Fang Guan struggled to get up, came to a brother who had died, knelt on the ground, kowtowed a few times, and said: "Brother, in order to take revenge, I have offended, I will definitely be a beast in the next life, and I will eat for you on your plate." ”

Then the whole person pounced, and on the arm of the dead brother, he slammed his mouth, bit off several pieces of meat, swallowed them alive, and tore open a big wound.

After Fang Guan was full, his whole temperament was like a demon crawling out of the region, looking at the people living around him. The men were silent for a moment, and finally one of them burst into tears. Immediately learned to pounce on his brother like Fang Guan.

After a few moments, the men finally had strength.

The rain is also a little lighter. According to the experience of Fang Guan. The rain stopped, but it was only a matter of time.

Fang Guan gathered people around him and said, "I've seen it, but there are no more than fifty guards. Right now, two of us, three of us against one. There is only one chance, once discovered by the enemy. It's hard for us to make it back to our hometown alive. ”

Fang Guan didn't say much, took a stone from the ground, and strode towards the thatched house.

The rest gritted his teeth and followed behind him. Immediately their hurried treading sounds, and the rain became lighter and lighter.

Just when the rain was about to stop, Fang Guan had already rushed to the front of the thatched house. One of the Javanese soldiers inside seemed to hear something, and he turned around and looked at Fang Guan and smashed a stone hard, which magnified and magnified in the eyes of the Javanese soldier. Slammed into the face.

Fang Guan used all his strength, and under one blow, there was nothing alive.

The Javanese soldier didn't even shout, and the whole person looked up to the sky to the end, and he was already dead.

Fang Guan easily snatched the weapon of this Javanese soldier, it was a spear. The tip of the spear is actually bronze.

In fact, this is also the current situation in many Southeast Asian countries.

It's not that they don't have iron tools. Rather, for many countries in Southeast Asia, iron tools are very valuable, on the one hand, because they lack the ability to smelt iron on a large scale. On the other hand, the climate of Southeast Asia is quite unfriendly to ironware, which is difficult to preserve. Bronze is a little better.

This has pushed up the cost of holding iron tools. Coupled with the state system in Southeast Asia, many of the armies are private armies, and even some countries have no national armies to speak of. Therefore, the weapons equipped are also varied. There are bronzes, which are also very normal.

This is also one of the reasons why Fangguan was still looted.

The things on Fang Guan's ship, judging from the standards of the Ming Dynasty, are actually nothing? Most of them were supplies, and only a small number were light cargo for the captain's and crew's remuneration.