"Captain, you watch, let Lao Ba go deal with these foreign devils." After speaking, Kang Baye raised his knife and moved forward to kill.

His walking posture on the deck was very strange, like a bow-legged figure, and his body swayed with the ship, but it gave people a very stable feeling.

Dong Liang was holding on to the cable. If he let go, he would definitely lose his balance.

So seeing Kang Ba Ye being able to do this, I couldn't help but admire him.

However, in the eyes of foreign sailors, Kang Baye was a bit funny. He walked like a gorilla.

It turned out to be a group of yellow-skinned monkeys.

A tall foreign sailor sneered. Under his hair that was wetted by the sea water, the corners of his mouth were raised, revealing yellow teeth, like a ghost on a mural.

The man held up a long-handled emergency ax and rushed towards Kang Baye.

Kang Baye, who lowered the lower plate, could only reach the chest height of the foreign sailor.

The other foreign sailors stood and watched, waiting for their own people to split the piggy open with an axe.

At this moment, Kang Baye fell to the ground.

Everyone exclaimed, thinking that Master Kang had fallen.

There were many Chinese workers on the deck at this time, but only Kang Baye was the only one who could move freely.

The escorts who had followed Kang Baye out of the cabin just now were barely holding on to their things and standing outside the rear cabin exit not far from Dong Liang.

Dong Liang's revolver has been empty, and he has not even touched the opponent's hair. He has also practiced, but he is far behind Kang Baye.

Now we can only count on Mr. Kang Ba, who was born in Lian family.

Seeing Kang Baye fall down, everyone's hearts instantly fell to the bottom.

"drink……"

At this time, a loud shout came.

Everyone's eyes widened.

I saw Kang Baye rolling 720 degrees on the ground, and then accurately slashed through the abdomen of the foreign sailor with a knife.

The foreign sailor's ax happened to be embedded in the deck behind Kang Baye.

The foreign sailor was not wearing a shirt, and his belly covered with yellow downy hair looked like a big mouth.

Internal organs and blood flowed out.

At this time, Kang Baye had already passed this man and killed the foreigners behind him.

The big knife in his hand was swung left and right, and those tall foreign sailors were like a group of young pigs waiting to be killed under his knife.

At this moment, Banner held up his ax to block Master Kang's blow.

The other two sailors took the opportunity to hug his legs and try to bring him down.

Banner saw the opportunity and struck with an axe, causing Kang Baye to fall backwards.

Escaped this fatal axe.

Then his waist exerted force, his body violently rotated on the ground, and he got rid of the two foreigners holding his legs.

Until this moment, he still held his sword tightly in his hand.

Dong Liang was anxious, but there was nothing he could do to help. They could only gather at the door of the back cabin and the captain's cabin, waiting for the foreigners to come over.

Kang Baye was fighting alone in front, but they became a group of theatergoers.

Are we really going to wait for the kill?

Dong Liang's eyes fell on a roll of rope on the ground. He recalled that in his previous life, when he and his comrades were off-roading in the mountains in the south, the platoon leader asked everyone to tie them together with ropes.

No matter how slippery the mountain road is, no one in the team will be left behind.

"Afu, swing that coil of rope over."

Afu stood behind Richard, responsible for monitoring Richard, just beside the rope.

"Okay, second uncle."

Dong Liang took the rope, first tied a slip knot on his waist, and tightened the rope tightly around his waist.

Next, he called the other guards to gather over.

Everyone was connected together by ropes.

The first mate Richard was also tied to Dong Liang's side.

More than twenty people joined the city to form a line.

"Follow my orders." Dong Liang explained, and led everyone to try to move forward.

"Left, right, left...left, right, left..."

Dong Liang shouted rhythmically, these escorts have just learned to distinguish left and right in the past few days.

It was Dong Liang who tied their right feet with a red rope to achieve this.

Some people thrust their spears into the deck to support their bodies, while others held their bayonets flat.

Dong Liang had already inserted the revolver into his waist and held a rifle in his hand.

This reminded him of the scene in his youth when he fought with the enemy with bayonets on the battlefield of Annan, holding a five-six-and-a-half piece in his hand.

A line strung with ropes actually started to move.

Richard stood beside Dong Liang. He was empty-handed, but after decades of being a sailor, he had already adapted to this level of shaking.

He could feel the force coming from the rope.

But the force of the shaking was transmitted to the person responsible for support by the rope.

He once again admired the Chinese young man next to him.

At this time, he could still think of such a method.

Dong Xingfu stood on the other side of Dong Liang, and he thought of a slang.

They are like grasshoppers on a rope at this time.

"Stay steady...left, right, left...look ahead...left, right, left..."

Dong Liang's trumpet was very rhythmic and seemed to be able to offset the violent rocking of the ship.

"Damn it!" Banner swung his ax again, but it still failed.

He couldn't help but curse.

Kang Baye encountered a tough opponent, so he changed his offensive posture and retreated while dragging the opponent.

He also saw Dong Liang leading people slowly forward.

This young man always finds a way.

Now he is not anxious, but the foreign sailors are anxious.

If these Chinese workers with bayonets were allowed to get close, they would be doomed.

After all, they only have four axes.

"Guys, we are just working for the ship owner, there is no need to risk our lives here." At Dong Liang's signal, Richard began to persuade him to surrender.

"If you put down your arms now, I don't have to save you. We just want to go home. When we get back to Xiamen, we will let you go." Dong Liang also added.

All foreign sailors knew that Dong Liang was the leader of this group of Chinese laborers, and his words were true.

"Richard, you eggless coward, we are noble white people, and you are willing to be the bastard of the yellow-skinned monkey." Banner saw the sailor beside him flinching and retorted.

"Guys, God is with us. Kill these yellow-skinned monkeys and take back our ship. The owner of the ship will give everyone the rewards they deserve."

"Banner, don't trick everyone into dying. That miser Brown won't give everyone an extra cent." Richard retorted.

He can only stand by Dong Liang's side now because he doesn't want to die. He is not like those sailors who can feed one person and the whole family.

He still has a wife and children in San Francisco.

They are just employees of the ship owner, and they are not soldiers. Does the sense of honor matter?

It's just that Banner usually stays with these flirts, and his prestige is obviously higher than that of his first mate.

There are still some sailors who are willing to fight with Banner.

They held up axes and wooden sticks, ignoring the slippery Kang Baye, and came to kill Dong Liang and his group.

"Hold on..." Dong Liang led the guards to practice bayonet skills these days.

Dong Liang was a veteran who fought on the Annan battlefield. At that time, bayonet skills were still the main training subject in the army.

His hands gripped the gun tightly.

The frame of this Mississippi flintlock gun is very strong.

The gun body and bayonet were nearly six feet long, longer than the bodies of many workers.

There was calmness and confidence in Dong Liang's voice, and this feeling seemed to be transmitted to every member of the escort through the ropes.

As a scholar, Xianggong Dong is not afraid of death. What should farmers like them be afraid of?

"prick……"

There were seven foreign sailors who rushed up with Banner.

Although they are small in number, they are taller and more flexible.

On the contrary, Dong Liang and others on the opposite side were strung together by ropes, making it difficult for them to move and could only make simple thrusting movements.

[Author's digression]: Dear readers, please support the new book. It is like a seed. Only by watering it can it grow vigorously!

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This book is an anti-Qing novel, yes! It is not the kind developed overseas. However, Dong Wang has some thoughts on the evolution of civilization and national development, which will be slowly integrated into the book in the future development of the protagonist.

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Next, let us follow Dong Liang's perspective and see that era of humiliation.

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