Slaughtering a boatload of people, of course, such a thing can only be just thought.

Hiding in the cabin on Wednesday, he practiced the Mighty Vajra palm while he was on guard. But the ship's position has not moved, and it looks like it is going to spend the night here. It's normal to think about it, the ship at this time has no signal lights, no compass, and it is offshore, so it is too dangerous to run a big ship at night.

Since this is the case, then he can take a little rest, thinking about sitting cross-legged on the ground to cultivate "Mixed Yuan Jin", recovering his internal strength and piggybacking on reserve energy. There was still so much food in this cabin, and it was obvious that he had to go to the next stronghold to resupply, and he could follow this ship to find the next stronghold.

As for whether there are more strongholds, it will continue to be observed, anyway, judging from the amount of food used as supplies on this ship, there is indeed more than one stronghold.

At five o'clock in the morning, the ship was lively again, the footsteps outside the cabin and the conversation increased, and the ship began to shake, and it was supposed to be departure. During the day, the crew had a wide range of activities, and on Wednesday they had to be carefully hidden and prepared for a fight.

Once discovered, he will either fight his way out of the siege or be besieged, and there is probably no other way out. This boatload of people, from the guards to the crew, adds up to no less than two hundred, even if there are only a hundred swordsmen, it is enough for him to drink a pot on Wednesday.

Watching his location on the map move eastward little by little, Wednesday's heart slowly hung in the air, which meant that he was going to move away from the mainland and go to an island that he didn't know how far away, and he had to face an unknown enemy alone.

Although his mission is mainly reconnaissance, fighting is inevitable unless he can hide in the cabin for the rest of his life. But obviously it is impossible, the food in the cabin has to be carried outward, and when people come and go, the chance of being found is too great.

Departure starts at around 5 a.m. By about four o'clock in the afternoon, the shaking of the ship's hull began to grow, accompanied by the sound of chaotic footsteps and shouts, and it was time to reach its destination.

Wednesday quickly put down the seat marker, put on another makeup, and then took a deep breath. Pay attention to the movement at the hatch and be prepared to improvise.

A few minutes later, a large group of soldiers rushed in, happily carrying the food in the sack and walking out, apparently soldiers from the stronghold. Looking at the messy soldiers, Wednesday carried two sacks on his shoulders and walked out with his head down.

His movements looked no different from the other soldiers, but his heartstrings were tightened, for fear of being discovered. It was only at this time on Wednesday that I realized what it means to be a thief. Obviously, no one recognized him, but he just didn't dare to go to a crowded place, and he didn't have close contact with anyone, so he only dared to follow the other soldiers to the island.

The island was very large, much larger than the first, and there were twenty or thirty ships moored beside the island alone, and most of them were large ships. Wednesday carried two sacks to the island. Mixed into the island's grain storage warehouse, after putting down the grain. Taking advantage of the chaos of the crowd, he quietly dodged and hid in a barracks.

Wednesday flashed into the barracks, thinking that there was no one inside, but when he entered the door, he saw six swordsmen sitting on the bed meditating.

"Whoa, get out!" shouted one of the swordsmen as he opened his eyes and looked at Wednesday.

Seeing such a situation, Wednesday hurriedly made a groveling appearance, nodded and retreated. As he retreated, he said, "I'm sorry, I went to the wrong room," and he had already exited the room.

"Stop! Which squad are you?" "Wednesday had just turned around when he heard a loud shout from the room, followed by the sound of a weapon breaking through the air. Don't dare to be careless, take up the light work and swish out the distance, and then hide in a corner.

Looking out quietly from the corner, I saw six swordsmen running out of the barracks, looking around nervously with big swords, and shouting: "There is an enemy mixed in, wearing the armor of the grain transport team, all on guard, searching for suspicious targets." ”

Wednesday secretly cursed that if he was on land, he wouldn't mind fighting these people. But now on such a desert island, once he is thrown away by the big ship, he can either stay on the island and deal with these swordsmen, or he can only risk stealing the ship and leaving.

The problem is, that's not what Wednesday wanted. If he dealt with these people on the island, he would not be in any danger, but Chrissy would be unlucky at the top of the mountain, not to mention whether she would be afraid and worried at the top of the mountain alone, even the food stored on the top of the mountain would not last long.

It's just that if you want to steal the boat and leave, how can it be so easy, most of the boats docked on this island are large ships, only two or three small boats. Besides, since these people on the island have already discovered that someone has infiltrated, how can they not guard against him and steal the ship and leave?

So Wednesday quickly made a decision to leave here with the supply ship. Anyway, his task is only to find a stronghold, and now he has not only found a stronghold, but also estimated the approximate strength here, and I believe that Old Dana will be very satisfied.

Thinking of this, Wednesday did not entangle with these soldiers anymore, nor did he hesitate any longer, and flew up and quickly shuttled through the dense barracks, and flew in the direction of the port.

There were quite a few swordsmen along the way, but they hadn't figured out what was going on, and they didn't react after seeing Wednesday. Of course, they just couldn't do anything because Wednesday was too fast for them.

From the barracks to the port, it was about 800 meters away, but for Wednesday, it was less than two minutes. When they arrived at the beach, Wednesday did not encounter any chances, plunged headlong into the water, sneaked and swam towards the stern of the supply ship.

The soldiers and others on the shore only reacted at this time, and quickly surrounded the shore with weapons, staring at every inch of the sea, waiting for Wednesday to show up. Not only swordsmen, but also archers and mages, bows and arrows wound, spells pre-issued, just waiting for Wednesday to show up. And they believe that as soon as someone emerges from the sea, he will be greeted with a death blow.

But they waited for more than ten minutes, but there was no movement, as if nothing had happened at all. "What's going on?" asked one of the leading mages in a deep voice, "Who was in the water just now?"

At this time, a group of swordsmen ran over from the barracks on the island with a fierce attitude, "No one is allowed to be let go, everyone is on full alert, and if you see a suspicious target, you will be killed," The leading swordsman was tall, and his fiery red hair made it look like a lion.

Wednesday was actually hiding behind a ship very close to the coast, which was kind of under their noses. But Wednesday was hidden in a more hidden position, and he could see the other party, but so many people on the other side didn't notice his presence at all.

Watching the soldiers penetrate the shore and search everywhere, Wednesday stuck motionless like a big gecko to the intersection of the stern and the sea, only slowly retreating into the water when someone approached, avoiding the other party's gaze.

Of course, Wednesday was also very nervous, playing lurking under the noses of so many swordsmen, it is really not something that ordinary people can do, not to mention whether they have that kind of strength and technology, this psychological quality has to pass first. Listening to the sound of enemy footsteps coming from their heads, how many people can still hold on to this and slow down their breathing and slow down their heartbeat?

This is Wednesday, when I first arrived in this world, I was hunted down, and I experienced a lot of similar thrilling moments. Otherwise, Wednesday wouldn't have dared to hide here so risky.

But the risk is proportional to the gain, and after more than half an hour of hiding in place on Wednesday, most of the soldiers stopped searching, because they had searched all the cabins twice. In this case, the red-haired swordsman was no longer reconciled, and there was no choice but to ask the soldiers to stop searching.

Without those soldiers walking around overhead, Wednesday's situation would have been much safer, and there was even time to climb onto the deck to bask in the sun and recover from internal strength or something. Then, the supply ship slowly exited the harbor and returned the same way with Wednesday.

Wednesday, who was climbing on the outside of the stern, looked at the island farther and farther away, and sighed secretly, but unfortunately, I don't know if there are other strongholds, so I can only wait for the next batch of supply ships, or can I torture the captain to see if he has a chart?

When the supply ship was still about five kilometers away from the coast, Wednesday turned over and jumped onto the deck, lowered the brim of his hat slightly, and walked to the cabin with a calm expression, and broke into the cockpit without answering anyone along the way.

There were three people in the cockpit, a big man with a bare back holding the rudder to drive the ship, a white-robed mage sitting with his eyes closed, and an old man with a white beard looking at the map.

Wednesday swept his eyes and didn't make any stops, grabbed the white-bearded old man who was just about to speak, and then dragged him against the other side of the cockpit, and said directly without waiting for the other party to speak: "I'm just asking a question, don't mess around, it's not fun to make a fuss." ”

"Who are you?" the white-robed mage was not very old, he looked to be about thirty years old, and paused on the ground with the staff inlaid with transparent gems, "Let him go, or you will die a miserable death." ”

Wednesday snorted, "You try it," he wanted to threaten the white-robed mage with the captain, but before he could finish speaking, he saw the white-robed mage wave his staff back, and a white light shot out.

Seeing the movements of the white-robed mage, Wednesday didn't have time to think about it, and the white-bearded old man's neck flew sideways, jumped out of the cockpit window, and then plunged into the sea with a thud.

As soon as he fell into the water, before he could dive, he suddenly felt that his back had been hit, and then he felt a hot pain for a while. But he didn't care about anything else, so he grabbed the white-bearded old man's neck and quickly dived into the water, and then swam hard to widen the distance between him and the big boat.

Seeing the white-bearded old man struggling in the sea, he only surfaced on Wednesday, and then threatened viciously: "Don't move, or I'll throw you into the sea to feed the fish." (To be continued......)