Half-asleep and half-awake.

"Doodoo ......"

Suddenly, a horn sounded Song Che awake.

"What's going on?"

He hurriedly jumped out of bed, wanting to go out to check.

Zhang Hu and Zhao Long at the door behaved as usual, and they stopped Song Che, "Don't ask more about things that have nothing to do with you." ”

Song Che's eyes rolled, and he pretended to be proud: "It looks like the Great Liang Fleet is about to come over, they are here to save me, do you believe it or not?" ”

The two men looked at each other, showing disdain, and only listened to a joke.

Zhang Hu said: "With the strength of the Great Liang Water Division, you can't even break through the first line of defense, let alone come to Shedao to save you, you, don't dream." ”

"Are you stupid for me? If it weren't for the urgency of the war, why did you blow the military horn in the middle of the night? ”

"That's because of harassment from the front—"

"Hey, don't talk to him."

Zhao Long stopped Zhang Hu's words. "Wolong" is to be a little smarter than "Phoenix Chick".

Song Che sneered, didn't ask much, went back to bed and continued to sleep.

I slept until noon, refreshed.

Captivity aside, it's good to be here.

After lunch, Song Che held the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and planned to go out for a walk.

Zhang Hu and Zhao Long did not stop him, but no matter where Song Che went, he followed behind his buttocks, and his eyes were not far away.

Song Che walked along the mountain road to the southeast, enjoying the scenery on the surface, but in fact, he secretly recorded the information of Shedao——

On the east side of the island is a port and wharf, where at least 200 warships are moored;

The beach corresponding to the port is densely packed with tents, divided into two camps, north and south, pirates in the north and ronin in the south.

Five people have a tent, ten people have a stove, and it can be roughly estimated from the number of tents that there are at least 10,000 pirates on She Island, and more than 2,000 ronins;

Last night, Zhang Hu mentioned the word "defense line", indicating that the islands occupied by the Japanese invaders are more than that.

Song Che walked along the mountain road, the end is the cliff estuary, from the top down, the cliff mouth and the sea surface drop is about twelve or thirteen zhang, the bottom is the reef and strange edges, "whoosh and ......" sea water bursts to beat the shore, even if it is not at high tide, it is also surging.

I remember Peng San said that there is a cave under this sea, and they escaped from here.

As for whether there really is, you can only know when you jump down.

Suddenly, a small boat appeared in Song Che's sight, it slowly sailed out of the bay, waited for a distance, and then stopped on the sea, and then saw the two of them carrying out a corpse from the canopy? Just threw straight into the sea.

The "corpse" entered the water, and instantly came back to life, and he struggled with his struggles, and soon ran out of strength and sank into the sea.

Song Che looked stunned, looking back at Zhang Hu and Zhao Long, but saw that they were smiling weirdly, like two demons from hell!

Zhang Hu smiled: "Mr. Song, have you seen it?" If you don't obey, you will end up like him. ”

"Did he do anything wrong?" Song Che asked in a deep voice.

Zhang Hu shook his head, "Maybe I hid the gold, maybe I wanted to escape, maybe I couldn't do my job...... On this island, we have never raised idlers. ”

Seeing the boat again, three more "corpses" were thrown, the same struggle, the same fruitless, the same despair, the same corpses sinking into the sea.

Song Che clenched his fists tightly, he knew in his heart that when the musket was made, when he lost his value, there was a chance that they would be thrown into the sea and drowned in this way.

Song Che couldn't see this cruelty, turned around and planned to leave. Zhao Long grabbed him by the shoulder, pushed him back again, and pointed to the bay and said with a smile:

"Don't be in a hurry to leave, the best is yet to come."

Song Che looked in the direction he was pointing, and saw that on the surface of the sea where the corpse had just been thrown, two shark fins were suddenly revealed!

In the blink of an eye, the sea was stained red with blood, and more and more sharks swam towards the bay, tearing at the corpses with their sawtooth teeth as if enjoying a feast......

"These were originally wild sharks, but then they didn't want to leave, so the leader kept them in captivity in the bay and fed them one by one."

Zhang Hu and Zhao Long laughed.

Song Che accompanied the smiling face, and secretly swore in his heart, you can laugh and let you laugh, and one day you two will be killed.

……

On the third day, Song Che drew the design drawing.

Zhang Hu and Zhao Long took him to the weapons shop as promised.

The weapons were spread on the west side of the island, next to the shanty where the miners lived, so simple that they were not even as good as a kennel, and before they got close, they could smell a pungent musty smell.

The imprisoned miners lay on their bunks, wrapped in moldy quilts, and slept grogily, thinking they were corpses.

There were a dozen or so blacksmiths in the weapons shop, no better than the miners, one was mining with a pickaxe, the other was hammering iron, and they were all working day and night until they were exhausted.

In addition to a few fierce overseers in the blacksmith shop, there was only one old blacksmith named "Old Tang" who was not handcuffed.

Old Tang has a sixty-year-old face, thirty-year-old muscles, a forty-year-old spirit, and a fifty-year-old age, with his chest and breasts exposed all day long, dealing with the fire and sea breeze, and his skin is black and red.

Old Tang was undoubtedly the top of the blacksmiths, and the task of crafting the musket naturally fell to him.

When Song Che first came to the weapons shop with the blueprints, all the blacksmiths stared at him with strange eyes. What a stark contrast between this rich young man dressed in a brocade robe and satin and the shirtless blacksmith with greasy hair!

Song Che handed over the design drawings to Lao Tang, Lao Tang glanced at it, frowned slightly, knew that this job was not simple, but he didn't say a word, silently returned to his post, and began to make molds according to the drawings.

Before the musket was built, no matter whether Song Che could help or not, he had to stay in the weapon shop during the day, and only at night could he go back to the grass house to rest.

Song Che didn't know how to strike iron, and he couldn't help much, all the blacksmiths worked hard, like a human flesh machine without thoughts, and didn't say a word.

Despite the noisy sound of striking iron in the weapon shop, it was still lifeless.

"Uncle, can you understand this drawing?"

Song Che couldn't bear this oppressive atmosphere, and took the initiative to talk to Old Tang, but who expected that he had just spoken-

"Smack!"

A spur sounded in his ears, and the whip brushed his face, and if he got half an inch closer, the handsome man would cease to exist.

"There is no room for talking to each other in the weapon shop, this time I will teach you a lesson, if you dare to speak out again, you will be opened!"

The overseer raised the rattan weaving and glared at Song Che viciously.

No wonder everyone doesn't speak.

Old Tang shook his head and sighed.

The eyes of the other blacksmiths finally unified, and it turned out that this rich young man was also like them, all slaves who were spurred on.

No, no, no...... Song Che is different.

He rolled up his sleeves as he walked over to the overseer who had just whipped his whip, and when he came to him, he sighed into his hand and asked:

"What do you see what this is?"

The overseer obviously didn't know what he meant, and he didn't believe that Song Che could do anything.

"Fuel heel!"

Song Che clenched his fists, exerted all his strength, and smashed a "Ascending Dragon Fist" on the overseer's chin - the overseer flipped in the air for two and a half weeks, pouted his head, and fell into the mud.