He felt that even if he was possessed by Kong Ming once or twice, or continued to act badly, there would be no difference in how his friends viewed him or how they viewed him.
Waving his hands feebly, Chu Qing said in a voice as loud as a mosquito: "Land to the shore and land on the island."
Now he feels tired even after saying the fifth word.
If you ask what is the most disturbing thing in the world, it is that money that should have been earned by oneself has been earned by others.
If there is anything more disturbing than this, it is that someone else pretended to be someone who should have been pretending.
For many wealthy people, failing to pretend to be fake is more worrying than not making any money.
Everyone observed for a moment through their clairvoyance, and found not a single ghost. There was only one camp with several burning tattered tents piled up.
I put down the boat and slowly paddled to the beach, holding my breath and concentrating.
The tent is still burning, which means that there was someone there just now, even if they are not Japanese thieves but Ban people who want to form an alliance with them, it is easy for the gun to go off, so be careful.
I didn't dare to approach directly because there was fire and I was afraid of being exposed.
The boat was parked about 200 meters away, and everyone used the cover of darkness to get over.
It was confirmed, there was no one there, just an abandoned camp.
Feng Taoist looked at Chu Qing, who told him: "Be careful. If there are many people, come back. Don't show off. If there are few people, leave them alive. If they are Japanese thieves, they must be left alive. If they are foreigners, don't contact them. Leave them alive on the way."
Make a mark and follow in secret."
"What does tail row mean?"
"Oh, it's the crazy guy from Yingdao... No, he's following him, following him."
"good!"
After saying "good", Zhao Baodan ran out like a ghost.
Chu Qing snapped his fingers. It didn't make any sense, but everyone understood.
A Yi led his men and chased Zhao Bao Dan.
Qin Qi led people to search the surrounding area.
After confirming that the nearby area was safe, Cuttlefish came to the abandoned camp, looking for clues.
Chu Qing walked over and frowned slightly: "The Japanese thief's tent?"
"80% of them are Japanese thieves." Cuiyu nodded: "There are not many people, but why did they set the tent on fire?"
"Don't jump to conclusions so early. The Japanese thieves are fighting with the natives. Maybe the natives robbed the Japanese tents."
"No." Cuiyu pointed to the footprints on the beach: "Wearing boots, the people on the island walk barefoot."
Chu Qing's spirit became brighter: "What if the Fan people rob the Ying thief's boots?"
"If you grab it, the footprints won't be so clear and compact. If the boots don't fit your feet well, and you step on the beach, it will inevitably leave tiny traces. There are no such traces here."
Chu Qing: "Then what if the Fan people snatch the Ying thief's boots and they fit perfectly?"
"Fifteen pairs of footprints!" Cuyu was so angry: "The footprints of fifteen people all fit together?"
"Who can say this for sure?"
Chu Qing shrugged. The four ships sailed randomly around the island and could encounter abandoned campsites. What else would happen?
Cuttlefish was too lazy to talk to Chu Qing and lay on the ground, squinting his eyes and pulling at the yellow sand with his fingers.
Chu Qing: "Are you chasing the sea?"
"What do you know?" Squid snorted coldly, then dug out a crab from under the beach and shook it at Chu Qing.
Chu Qing: "..."
Throwing the little crab into the waves, the cuttlefish asked the same question again: "Why are there Japanese thieves here, and why did they set all the tents on fire?"
"The devil knows."
Chu Qing was pretending to be wandering around when he suddenly heard the chirping of birds in the dense forest. The third brother's expression changed slightly: "Found it!"
Chu Qing hummed and wanted to complain.
He has never quite understood Tanma's "remote" communication method.
If you catch someone, imitate the call of a bird.
If you need support, learn to sing like birds.
Even if I’m trapped, I’ll still imitate the bird call.
Anyway, he imitated bird calls for everything. The most important thing was that with just one bird call, Chu Qing even suspected that the Japanese thieves' detective horses might also use this "long-distance" communication method, which was used worldwide in the cold weapon era.
Chu Qing did give some suggestions, and wanted to classify the bird's calls into different categories. If it calls twice, what does it mean? If it calls three times, what does it mean? If it calls five times, what does it mean?
Later, when Wang Tongtong was asked to try it, Chu Qing gave up on the matter, because even a deaf person could tell that it was fake.
Just hearing the chirping of birds and not knowing what was going on, everyone quickly entered the dense forest.
Not long after they entered, Zhao Baodan and others came out. Many soldiers were carrying half-old children, exactly fifteen of them.
Chu Qing was confused.
They are not Ying thieves, they are all Fan people. To be precise, they are Fan people children. They are covered with various totems all over their bodies. The back of their heads is swollen. They must have been knocked by Zhao Baodan.
Seeing Chu Qing coming, Zhao Baodan threw the child on his shoulder roughly to the ground. With a flushed face, he picked up the water bag and poured it into his mouth. After drinking his own water bag, it was still not enough, so he took it away from Ah.
With the water bag on his waist, Yi drank tons and tons of water.
Chu Qing looked at A Yi: "What's going on?"
"I don't know." Xiao Yi held a finger-long wooden thorn in his hand: "When my brothers chased after me, this old beast had already knocked these children unconscious."
"Fuck you." The Feng Taoist who was sitting cross-legged and meditating yelled: "These damn bitches actually used poisonous needles, and the old Taoist almost killed them."
"Poison needle?" Chu Qing's head was full of questions. He held a torch and came over. He looked at the wooden thorn in Xiao Yi's hand and pretended to smell it. He frowned and said, "Do you wash your hands when it's convenient?"
"This is definitely the smell on my hands." Xiao Yi looked at the poisonous needle and said, "But I don't have the habit of cleaning my hands on weekdays."
"You stay away from me from now on."
Chu Qing looked at the indigenous children who had been knocked unconscious. Everyone was confused.
On the beach outside the island, there are burning Japanese tents and fifteen indigenous children. What is this situation?
Chu Qing bent down to observe and took a breath: "How old are these children?"
Cuttlefish: "Seven or eight years old."
"What the hell do you call eight years old?" Chu Qing was dumbfounded: "You have developed big chest muscles, and you are telling me that you are seven or eight years old?"
Wang Tianyu directly pulled off a child's leather skirt, squinted his eyes and looked at it, and was very sure: "Well, they are all young children."
Chu Qing: "..."
The child is definitely a child, and there is no mistaking that. The childish look on the face is still there, and it is extremely green, but the chest muscles are also serious chest muscles, not only the chest muscles, but also the abdominal muscles.
Chu Qing was stunned.
If this were left to future generations, if these children who sang Baka Baka came home from kindergarten, their parents would probably not dare to say anything because they must have grown too strong.
"Why are there no adults? Let's go back to the beach first, raise flags, let the warships get closer, be alert, and be ready for support at any time. There are Japanese bandit tents here, and there may be Japanese bandits nearby. Tie up these children first.
Wow, it’s so scary. How can you practice at such a young age? Where did they get the equipment?"
Everyone couldn't laugh or cry. The flush on Taoist Feng's face faded away, and he was still frightened: "That's right, tie them up tightly. The old Taoist almost got in their way just now."
"Really?" Chu Qing looked suspicious: "You almost didn't beat a group of children?"
Zhao Baodan threw out something like a bamboo flute from his sleeve: "The old Taoist was noticed by them when he caught up with him, and he used this bamboo pipe to blow out the poisonous sting. Five people hid in the tree, and the other five lay in the puddle.
Among them, five people were used as bait, but the old man was careless, and the poisonous thorns cut his palms. These brats advance and retreat well, carrying extremely sharp bone blades, and their position seems to be a battle formation. They should not be underestimated, they are very fierce."
As soon as Feng Daoren finished speaking, the old soldier from the direction of the beach shouted: "Commander, there are corpses, the corpses of Japanese thieves, who were beaten back by the waves."
Chu Qing showed a look of realization, and he roughly understood what was going on.
"Wait a minute." The uncle who was squatting on the ground observing the children suddenly raised his head and looked at Cuttlefish: "Their boots really fit your feet, and they are all the right size."
Cuttlefish: “…”
Tao Shaozhang looked silly at Chu Qing and said, "Brother-in-law, you are so amazing and have so many tricks up your sleeve."
Chu Qing let out a long sigh.
If you don't understand serious things once, you can only get it right once you get into this kind of nonsense.
