Du San quickly turned around and looked, his pupils trembling with horror!
I saw a turtle as big as a house slowly crawling over.
On the back of that giant turtle, there was a man sitting!
Du San didn't know Wu Zhi, but when he heard this long-lost local accent, he quickly shouted loudly.
"I am I am!"
"This hero, this good man, please help me!"
Wu Zhi immediately laughed: "You are a good Song Dynasty person, why do you want to be a traitor for the Japanese?"
Wu Zhi blurted out the word "Japanese".
Du San was stunned for a moment, then quickly explained.
He used to work as a handyman on a merchant ship, but one time he encountered a strong storm and the ship capsized.
He narrowly escaped death because he was an orphan and everyone he knew died in the disaster.
With nowhere to go, he could only wander around in a foreign country.
Fortunately, because he is from the Song Dynasty, people from the Song Dynasty are highly respected in this place.
Even though he was penniless, he could memorize a few poems by Bai Juyi because he knew how to read.
Here, as a Song Dynasty native, he married a concubine from the Wogang family and settled down.
Wu Zhi couldn't help but feel happy after hearing this.
"It is true that there is reincarnation in the way of heaven."
"I didn't expect that the Japanese would still admire the Song Dynasty so much in this era."
"But thinking about it, these people are of such a nature that whoever is strong will be highly respected."
Du San nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, that's how it is for people in this small island country."
"If you say nice things to them, they won't appreciate it. But if you are mean to them, they will be obedient."
Wu Zhi bounced off the little turtle, leaped nearly dozens of meters, and then landed lightly in front of Du San.
Du San didn't expect Wu Zhi to know martial arts.
It was immediately clear why these poor villagers not only had the courage to resist, but also beat the regular soldiers to death.
He quickly plopped down and knelt down to Wu Zhi.
"Hero, for the sake of us being fellow villagers, don't kill me!"
Wu Zhi raised his hand slightly, and even though he didn't touch Du San, he lifted Du San up from the ground through his internal force.
Du San was so shocked that he could not speak at this moment, and his lips were trembling.
Wu Zhi pulled him over, patted his shoulder and said.
"From now on, you will be my translator."
"Don't worry, as long as you behave well, not only will you not die, I will also let you become a high official here."
"When the time comes, you can have as much food and drink as you want, and you can have as many beautiful wives and concubines as you want."
Du San said something that slightly surprised Wu Zhi.
Du San said: "My hero, although my wife is very ordinary in appearance, we are very loving husband and wife. I will never marry her again in this life."
Wu Zhi was stunned for a moment, then laughed.
"Okay, just think of this for you, I guarantee that you will be rich and prosperous here, and enjoy it endlessly!"
When Wu Zhi does something, he either doesn't do it, and when he does something, he must do it thoroughly.
He originally planned to lure out the enemies hiding in the dark and kill them one by one.
But now that I have arrived at the island country, I find that the people here are filled with resentment.
But although the people were miserable, they did not dare to rebel.
Here, there is no such thing as "the kings, princes, generals, and ministers are all in love".
Poor people are born humble and do not even have their own surnames.
It is even less likely that they will have the slightest resistance.
Wu Zhi remembered hearing a joke before, saying that Wu Dalang drifted to the island country and became the emperor.
He also used his own sesame cakes to make the national flag of the island country, and then gave them random surnames.
Those that grow under pine trees are called pine trees, those that grow on manhole covers are called wells, and those with dense vegetation next to them are called warehouses.
Common people are extremely humble when facing nobles.
But Wu Zhi believes that no matter how humble a person is, seeing his relatives die, seeing his lover taken away, and seeing his family being bullied, there must be infinite hatred in his heart.
It's just that they lack a fire, and Wu Zhi wants to make this fire now!