The dark night sky is covered with bright stars, like a black curtain inlaid with dense gems.
And the brightest and dazzling thing on this huge black curtain is still the bright moon. The moonlight shines on the sea, making the undulating waves reflect the light, and the surrounding silence makes the sound of the sea water clear.
In such an environment, sitting on a small wooden boat and paddling the oars is not a very romantic thing.
In other words, in such an environment, rowing on the scary sea is a very terrifying experience.
You will feel the unknown terror surging under your feet in the deep waters and in the unclear sea water. That feeling will engulf you and make you full of fear of the unknown.
However, although the suffocating fear permeates the sea and makes people's muscles tremble uncontrollably. Although the cold sea breeze is still passing by, it is as if hands without temperature are brushing every inch of people's skin.
.The rower is still repeating his actions mechanically.
He was an old fisherman. Although he knew that it was not a good thing to sail a boat out to sea at this time, he still did so resolutely.
In his opinion, this might be the only way out for him and everyone he knew. He kept shaking his oars, and there was a man on the bow of the boat who was covered in canvas and couldn't see his face.
On their route, there was a black shadow that looked like a huge monster. The black shadow was getting closer and closer, and the rough outline could be seen through the moonlight.
Eventually, the outline grew larger and larger, and the ends of both ends could no longer be seen. The boat crashed into the sand and ran aground. The old fisherman jumped out of the boat and pushed the boat to the shore with great difficulty.
There were still some pieces of wood used to secure cargo and cut ropes on the beach. A crab seemed to feel threatened and quickly crawled into the crevices of the reef, never to be seen again.
"Grandpa..." The man who had been covering himself with a tattered canvas suddenly spoke and called out cowardly.
"Shh! Don't make a sound!" The old fisherman helped the thin figure out of the boat. Before he could say anything more, a faint light floated in the distance.
Soon, several people with torches passed by along the simple paved road, talking and laughing along the way, and seemed to be talking about some very happy things.
The old man held down the head of his granddaughter and motioned her not to speak. He waited until the lights had gone away and then looked back at the boat he had dragged to the beach.
Seemingly reluctant, the old man looked at the boat for a long time, and finally looked away. He took his granddaughter and walked over the bushes and onto the uneven road.
This road was full of ruts, and it looked like it had been overused. There were lights not far from here. The old fisherman pulled his granddaughter toward the lights.
The fact that they can find villages here proves the prosperity here - such lively places are rare on the islands where they lived before.
The two people walked hand in hand along the road to a bright place. Only then did the old fisherman realize that what they found was not a village, but a camp.
The camp is very large, and almost everything you see is tents. There are fires burning in some places, and people can be seen walking around from time to time.
Those firelights did not seem to be arranged to illuminate the camp, but were arranged in a spectacular straight line that extended into the distance.
By the light of the fire and the moon, the old fisherman could probably tell that it was a wider road. These people seemed to be building a road, a very big road.
"Grandpa... I'm hungry." The little girl was held in the arms of the old fisherman and said in a low voice with a delicate cry.
"Don't worry... My child, don't worry. We will have food soon." The old fisherman comforted his granddaughter, licked his dry lips, gritted his teeth and led her towards the camp where the fire was shining.
past.
After walking nearby and pushing aside the weeds, the old fisherman walked in front of a tent. Snoring could be heard inside, and there was a disgusting smell of sweat surrounding the tent.
Only then did the old fisherman see that there were many people sleeping on the ground not only inside the tent, but also outside the tent. Obviously the living conditions here were not very good.
Some people were leaning against the tent and snoring, while others were leaning on other people's legs and rolling over. In order to drive away mosquitoes, crisp slaps could be heard from time to time.
"Who!?" Just when the old fisherman was about to step forward, a shout came from behind, startling him.
When he turned around, the old fisherman was instantly frightened to death. He couldn't help but squeeze his granddaughter's hand, causing the little girl to cry out in pain.
Because, the old man saw that standing in front of him were two Mirage soldiers carrying long swords. They were wearing Mirage military uniforms, but they were a little tattered.
He wanted to turn around and run away, but when he turned around, he saw that the people who were sleeping next to the tent also stood up angrily, cursing and complaining: "What's the noise...what's going on?"
The few who sat up were surprisingly goblins too!
It’s over! I actually broke into the territory of the Mirage people, it’s completely over!
I heard someone say before that the people from the Mirage Kingdom were beaten away, and someone was distributing food here. He couldn't survive, so he decided to come here to try his luck. But who would have thought that there are soldiers from the Mirage Kingdom here.
The rumors are so deceptive! The old fisherman held on to his granddaughter and almost cried when he saw more and more mirage goblins getting up around him.
He knew he couldn't run away, and he knew he was probably going to die here today.
Who would have thought that the mirage goblin holding a long knife opposite him would be even more panicked than him after seeing his face clearly. The tip of the knife trembled wildly, and his shouts started to tremble: "Here comes someone! Here, there are two of them, there are two of them.
Two humans!”
At first, the two people standing guard thought it was another bastard who was not afraid of death and wanted to escape, but they didn't expect it to be two civilians.
So the two sentries were even more incoherent because they really couldn't figure out why a human would come here in the middle of the night.
Confused and panicked, a goblin guard bravely asked: "I, I said, you, where did you come from? What are you doing here?"
When he was asking questions, some goblins had already gone to the camp in the middle to report the news. They were all slaves who came to build the road. Even the foremen and sentries had no power to deal with the "Tang people".
So, after a stalemate for a while, when the old fisherman realized that he might not die today, two soldiers carrying submachine guns came over carrying lanterns.
"What's going on?" A soldier from the Datang Group's security force asked the goblin sentry in a long voice. He glanced at the worn-out Mirage military uniform on the goblin, his eyes full of disgust and disgust.
There was no way, there really was no spare capacity to transport clothes for these goblins, so we had to make do by letting them wear their original military uniforms to distinguish themselves.
"Sir, sir, we saw a suspicious figure, so we came over to take a look, and saw the two of them..." A goblin sentry quickly answered, with an awed look as if he had seen his father.
The old fisherman finally figured out that these goblins were not the soldiers of the Mirage Kingdom, but the subordinates of the foreigners in front of him.
"Do you have an ID card?" The human soldier responsible for guarding these goblin slaves squinted his eyes and asked after shining a lantern on the old man in front of him.
Ever since they saw the Kirov airship and witnessed the spectacular scene of artillery fire destroying the city wall, the goblins rarely committed any rebellious behavior.
After executing some idiots who fled into the mountains, the remaining goblins began to work conscientiously, fighting for a full meal a day.
They spontaneously elected foremen, and spontaneously formed sentries to maintain order and stand guard, and managed themselves with a clear division of labor.
These people are all under the control of Mirage Wu Xiong, who is ruthless in attacking his own people. If the construction deadline is delayed, the goblins themselves will kill the chickens to scare the monkeys, and the Datang Group's supervisory team will have nothing to do.
Therefore, the custody force has been reduced again and again, and we can often see the spectacular sight of two or three Datang Group soldiers escorting more than 3,000 goblin slaves to build roads.
"ID, ID card?" Of course the old fisherman didn't have an ID card. He just climbed onto the beach of Dongwan Island about an hour ago. Where did he get his ID card?
"Hey! Smuggled in?" Seeing the old man's expression, another soldier carrying a Thompson submachine gun on his back was happy: "You are so brave, you came to the door by yourself as soon as you got ashore... If you are discovered by the patrol,
Maybe just open fire and kill him."
"That's right." The soldier carrying the lantern agreed: "Report to the company tomorrow morning. You have to report there anyway."
"Please! My granddaughter has been hungry for two days! Give us something to stutter!" The old fisherman didn't even bother to understand what the two people in front of him meant. He thought that his granddaughter was still hungry, and he felt heartbroken.
He knelt down.
This kneeling startled the two Datang Group security force soldiers. For a moment, they didn't even understand what this old man was doing.
"Hey, I said... don't do this!" No soldier dared to go up to help him, because according to security regulations, one is not allowed to approach unidentified targets easily before the safety situation is clear.
There were only two of them. If they went to help him, and the other party hid some weapon and started violently, he might suffer a loss. So he stood there and shouted: "Don't get excited!"
"There is something to eat! But you get up first!" Another soldier almost held the submachine gun in his hand. He took out a piece of bread from his pocket and persuaded: "You have something to say! Bread! I have it here.
bread!"
"Gudu..." Behind him, the goblin who saw the bread made a sound of swallowing saliva.
