The time taken was much faster than Chu Qing expected. From the time they landed on the island to the time Qin Qi and others returned to the ship with Zhao Baodan, it took less than half an hour.
There are wooden stakes in the camp itself. After cutting down the people, they can just tie them to the wooden bed and insert them into them. There are not many Japanese thieves, only twenty-five. There are no Han people, so they are all Japanese thieves.
No one can speak Chinese, and there is no need for any communication. Wang Tianyu is from a clean background. The island is not big, so it is not a place where Japanese thieves are entrenched. There are many buckets and old rice, which is a place for supplies.
Many Japanese privateer pirates were organized on a large scale. These pirate fleets even divided their territories. They may not go to the East China Sea in groups. The weather at sea is unpredictable. For safety reasons, they will be stored on some islands.
supply.
It can also be seen from this organized structure and activities that many Japanese pirates can be regarded as completely paramilitary armed forces, not just stragglers and simple bandits.
When Feng Daoren got on the boat, he was carrying a big turtle in his hand, which was bigger than a head. He wanted to bring it back to Qingyang as a rare sight.
Chu Qing always felt that something was wrong with Feng Taoist, so he spent the whole afternoon sitting cross-legged and meditating.
It is normal to sit cross-legged and meditate, but when he meditated this afternoon, he closed his eyes and had a very ferocious expression. This ferociousness does not mean that he pursed his lips, bared his teeth and frowned, but that people were afraid to approach him, as if he would twitch if he came near.
It feels like a sword stabbing someone.
Cuiyu also noticed it, with a worried look on his face, and whispered to Chu Qing: "I'm afraid Danzhenren...has an inner demon."
Chu Qing sighed.
Since landing on the island for the first time, Zhao Baodan has approached Wang Tianyu and asked Yuzai what he saw and heard when he raided the Japanese pirate island.
Yuzai probably didn't think much about it and told him truthfully how the Ying thieves tortured the people of Changzhou, especially treating the women and children. They were cruel and cruel and were worse than animals.
After learning this, Feng Daoren seemed to feel something was wrong.
When they first met, Bao Dan took "life" very lightly, and even meant "everyone is equal". This "everyone is equal" is not a literal meaning, but that everyone has one head and two arms, and a white knife enters the world.
The red knife comes out, if you can't kill it with one stab, just two stabs, that's all.
As for Chang people, Ying people, Liang people, and Fan people, in his eyes there is no such distinction as aliens.
Either everything in the world is a stupid dog, or it means that no one is important and everyone is unimportant.
After being in contact with Chu Qing and others for a long time, Feng Daoren opened his heart to Qingyang and opened his heart to almost everyone. He was accepted by everyone and accepted everyone.
Especially after arriving in the East China Sea, I came into contact with many simple people and many helpless troops. Both the people and the troops were so vivid, whether they were bitter or happy, they were always fresh and vivid. Many
Concepts are constantly being changed by everyone, and they understand the meaning of people, family and country.
It is precisely because of this that these living people were tortured and killed by the Ying thieves in the East China Sea, and the Feng Dao people who were already somewhat paranoid began to get into trouble as Cuyu feared.
Chu Qing couldn't sit back and watch.
He has also experienced this kind of thing, and he wants to kill all the Japanese thieves, but the reality is always not as expected. He needs to plan slowly, go step by step, and move steadily towards the final goal.
Compared to Chu Qing, Feng Daoren was even more impatient. No matter how many Japanese thieves he killed, he could not extinguish the anger in his heart.
As night fell, Taoist Feng was still sitting cross-legged meditating. Chu Qing couldn't stand it any longer, so he walked over cautiously and sat next to him.
"Master Liu Chengfeng." Chu Qing moved his buttocks, not daring to get too close to Bao Dan'er, and said with a smile: "You didn't eat or drink this afternoon, you just meditated. Who hit you? What?
Feeling unhappy?"
"Kill!" Feng Taoist suddenly opened his eyes: "The only way to stop fighting is to kill!"
"Then just kill him and that's it. Why do you think about it?"
Feng Taoist was breathing heavily: "When Old Tao closed his eyes, he saw the miserable state of those women and children. What beasts, they actually forced those young men to kill their biological mothers with their own hands. From today on, Old Tao made a great oath to restore peace to the East China Sea and kill all the Japanese thieves. No one will be spared.
Keep!"
Squid also sat over, looked at Feng Taoist's gloomy face, and sighed: "Brother Liu, the enemy and thieves are so powerful, how can we kill them all in one day? Don't think about it. The more you think about it, the more crazy you become in your heart.
"
"What Mr. Mo said is true, but the old man is still thinking about it, involuntarily!"
Cuiyu didn't know how to enlighten Taoist Feng. He understood this feeling. The pain was not the same, but it was similar.
Hatred needs to be released, and the same goes for anger. It's just that hatred and anger cannot be dissipated by killing a few people. If you can't figure it out and keep thinking about it, people will go crazy.
It’s okay if they are small people. The bigger the people are, the more people with special abilities, but they get into trouble because they have no choice. My uncle is a living example. The young minister of Dali Temple and the important ministers in the court, but because they can’t control the injustice,
It seems silly.
"The old Taoist has been practicing martial arts since he was young. Zhongzhou can defeat the old Taoist, but he hasn't yet..."
The third brother who was fiddling with the abacus suddenly coughed and looked at Chu Qing: "Young Master, I wonder how I am doing at the border."
The old Taoist Feng blushed: "Except General Chu, the old Taoist..."
The third brother coughed again: "Master, why is that old man a woman?"
Feng Taoist: "..."
Third Brother: "Master, I heard that Bihua has also mastered hidden weapons now."
Feng Taoist ignored the third brother and had forgotten what he was going to say just now.
Originally, he wanted to express that he was very powerful and skilled in martial arts, but when he saw the Japanese thief being so arrogant and cruel, but unable to do anything, he felt panicked. When the third brother interrupted him, he became even more upset.
After being silent for a long time, Taoist Feng sighed deeply: "Old Taoist, what should we do? How can we do it? The Japanese thieves are hateful, but the old Taoist is helpless?"
The cuttlefish remained silent.
What else can be done, just do it slowly, but he understands that what Feng Dao people want is not "slowly". You can only think about this kind of thing by yourself, and it doesn't matter how others enlighten you.
Chu Qing glanced sideways at Baodan, slightly worried.
He knew that Zhao Baodan was a person who liked to get into trouble and was not willing to use his brain to think. When he encountered a problem that he couldn't solve, he would just solve the problem directly.
But there are so many Japanese thieves in a country, how can he "solve" them?
Involuntarily, Chu Qing looked at the third brother beside him who was fiddling with the abacus again.
In fact, it doesn't mean anything else, it's just a subconscious behavior.
The third brother raised his head, looked at Feng Daoren, and then at Chu Qing, with a look of understanding on his face.
Standing up and patting his butt, the third brother asked someone for two maps. When he came back, he spread them out in front of Feng Taoist.
"The map on the left was drawn by the boat master, and the map on the right was drawn by the Tao family. They are both maps of the three routes to the East China Sea."
The third brother pointed to the map on the left: "You are on this map, but not on the right. Do you think there is a difference between the two maps?"
Feng Taoist looked at both maps intently and looked confused: "There is no difference."
"Yes, it's the same with or without you."
Feng Taoist: "..."
The third brother said cheerfully: "One more of you, one less of you, it doesn't make much difference, you are just thinking nonsense."
Feng Taoist was not happy and knew that Fu San was talking nonsense. He looked at Chu Qing and imitated Fu San's example and said: "The map on the left has you, Chu Qing, but not the map on the right. Look at the difference between the maps.
"
Before Chu Qing could speak, the third brother said directly: "There is no difference."
Taoist Feng snorted coldly: "Then what can you say? There is no difference between having Chu Qing and not having Chu Qing."
"That's right." Fu San put away the map: "Without my young master, the three paths of the East China Sea will remain unchanged."
Feng Taoist: "..."
The third brother continued to make plans.
He doesn't need to enlighten Feng Taoist. No one can enlighten him about this kind of thing. He just needs to make Zhao Baodan doubt life. A simple old Taoist, in the face of deciding the fate of the two countries, is nothing.
Worry, people need to be self-aware and understand their own position.
"I…"
Feng Taoist always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't explain it for a while.
"Bloody bones." The third brother sighed and put away his abacus: "You insist on me hitting you, do you insist on asking me to make you understand that you are not even a fucking piece of shit?"
The Feng Taoist's expression was cloudy and uncertain.
The third brother squinted his eyes: "Okay, then I will let you know, the world is so big, you, Zhao Baodan, are just..."
"Uh..." Feng Taoist stood up suddenly: "I don't think about it anymore, let's go have a meal."
Cuiyu glanced at Fu San with an incomprehensible expression.
The third brother frowned: "What are you looking at? Are you thinking too much?"
"No, no, no." Cuiyu waved his hands repeatedly: "Old man, I never think about such nonsense. Eat, go, go, let's go eat."