Chapter Eighty-Five: The Black Mountain
The slight advantage is gone. As the old army said, Xu Fu's two ships were seriously overloaded, and the speed could not be raised at all, and it was only a matter of time before they were caught up. After making a decision, Xu Fu gritted his teeth and made a decision - to drive towards the area that had not yet been marked in the chart.
Doing so would be extremely risky, as they are dealing with an unpredictable sea. In front of the sea, even the largest building ship is no different from ants. But people would rather die in the belly of a fish than be overtaken by the Qin army, who would be more uncomfortable than dead.
Xu Fu stood at the bow of the ship and asked the sea master worriedly, "Do you have any other way?"
Haishi sighed, shook his head and said, "No way, unless ......"
"Unless what?"
Haishi looked around and said in a low voice: "We can't get rid of the Qin army, the reason is that there are too many people. If you can give up some people......"
"Don't say it!" Xu Fu interrupted sharply. "Even if everyone jumped into the sea, I wouldn't do that kind of unrighteous thing. Look at themβ"
Xu Fu pointed to the busy crowd on the boat, "They are all flesh and blood people like you and me, can you bear to leave them behind?"
Haishi sighed: "I know you won't agree, there is only one last way left, and this method is also the most dangerous." β
"What's the solution?"
"Drag!" "Drag it out," the sea master looked at the sunset on the horizon, "drag it until dark." There will be a heavy fog tonight, let's put out the boat and drive the lights into the fog, and the Qin army will never find us again. But...... We'll have to hold on until then. β
Xu Fu said: "Okay, I understand!" He ordered loudly: "Everyone pay attention, in addition to the necessary water and food, we must throw away all heavy objects and be sure to support them until dark!"
Everyone moved without saying a word, and at this life-and-death moment, no one dared to delay the slightest. The boat behind got the flag and did the same.
But the results were too small.
Even if people threw away all the balancing stones and the crossbows that saved their lives at the last moment, the weight lost would be just a drop in the bucket. Seeing that the pitch-black fleet was getting closer and closer, Xu Fu had no choice but to stare at the sunset.
The setting sun was nailed to the sky like a slick of motion, and this race against time seemed to be about to be decided soon.
But at this moment, Qin Jun seemed to slow down. Although the distance between them and Xu Fu is still shrinking, it has slowed down a lot. Xu Fu was overjoyed and shouted: "Everyone row hard, hold on for a while and you will be able to survive!"
Seeing hope, a force swayed the oar to the point of almost flying. In this way, the Qin army will not be able to catch up.
The red sun reluctantly fell into the sea, and the sea was shrouded in darkness. There seemed to be a mysterious murmur all around, like the whispers of elves.
The white air in the galaxy rolled, and sure enough, a heavy fog fell. Xu Fu waved the last flag, and the two boats invariably extinguished the lights and disappeared in front of the eyes of the Qin army.
No frantic army dared to sail into the mist, and they roamed the mist, like hungry wolves on the sea, snorting vicious curses. But none of this helped, Xu Fu and they were safe.
Xu Fu wiped his sweat and walked into the cabin, he wanted to say hard to everyone who had been rocking the oars desperately. But as soon as he got to the bilge, he was stunned.
There seem to be a lot fewer people.
He asked, "Are the big guys there?"
Everyone looked at each other, and after a while, they replied, "It's all here." β
The atmosphere was a little strange, and Xu Fu immediately became alert. He looked at it carefully and shouted, "No, what about Lao Zhang, what about Taro, and ...... Where's Granny Suzuki? Where are they?"
An old man said in a deep voice: "They are indeed here, but they are in the sea and in our hearts. β
Xu Fu's worst fear happened, he grabbed the old man's collar and scolded, "You killed them...... You murderers!"
"No, no one is committing a crime here. The old man looked at Xu Fu and said.
"All of them are voluntary. Among them are elderly people who are dying, mothers who want their children to continue to live, and lovers who are reluctant to leave their loved ones. Their only wish is not to alarm you, so they are silent when they leave. It was these noble people who saved us, and even in our hearts we should build a monument for them. β
Xu Fu burst into tears when he heard this.
But at that moment, the boat suddenly shook violently. Xu Fu's face changed drastically, and he immediately ran to the deck and asked, "What's wrong?"
The sea master replied in horror: "The wind is blowing." β
A strong wind blew away the fog on the sea. Xu Fu didn't hold his breath anymore, grabbed his hair with both hands, and muttered to himself, "God, what should we do?"
Heaven looked at him with cold eyes and gave a deafening reply.
Snow-white lightning illuminated the sea, and thunder mingled with the increasingly turbulent sound of the waves, like the drums of war.
The Great Qin fleet found the target, Cheng Yong smiled and pulled out his sword, and spit out a word in his mouth: "Kill!"
The fleet rode the waves. One by one, the thunderstorms in the sky lifted them forward like huge arms. The rain hit the armor like a sword, which aroused the fighting spirit of the Qin army. Now, no one can escape from them.
Xu Fu saw this scene in the bow of the boat, and his heart calmed down. He said to the seamaster: "Flag our ship and run separately." Then he stood in the wind and rain and tidied up his clothes.
Even if he died, he wanted to be decent. He will sleep in the sea, and will never give the enemy a chance to humiliate his body. He closed his eyes, and in a few moments he was going to say goodbye to the wind, the rain, and the splendid world.
But suddenly, the waves were like fury, and more than a dozen huge water columns rose into the sky. The sea was torn apart, and the waves were conquered, and they retreated to both sides.
Pitch-black mountains rise from the sea.