"No need, who among us is following whom, brother Li, right?"
"Don't try to get too close to me," Li Jun took out a piece of chewing gum to brush his teeth and avoided Xiao Wei's greedy hand. "You are also in your early twenties, older than I was when I was a soldier in the Mobile Squadron.
You're two years old, but you're sleeping when you should be on duty. You've already been beaten by the squad leader in the army. How dare you say that?"
"The situation is different, we are not an army..."
"Shit, the executive committee just uses us as troops. Didn't you tell Xi Yazhou and Bei Wei that you like to be soldiers and fight the most? Sleeping while on duty, hehe..."
"Shh, don't talk, there's something wrong!" Bei Wei waved his hand, and the two of them quickly crawled over and squatted by the pit.
The morning fog gradually dissipated, and pedestrians began to appear one after another on the post road outside the city, carrying burdens in twos and threes, driving pigs, cows, chickens and ducks, and supporting the old and the young towards the city.
"What are they doing in the city? Going to the market today?" Wei Aiwen felt strange when he saw the endless stream of people on the post road.
"They are refugees who took refuge in the city."
"Refugees, is there a little Japan coming?"
It was difficult for Bei Wei to understand Xiao Wei's thinking: "Japanese? Where did the Japanese come from?"
"Wouldn't there be troubles with Japanese pirates every day in the Ming Dynasty..."
"These people are hiding from us." Li Yunxing looked at the shabby and faceless people on the post road, feeling slightly cold in his heart. Can we really communicate with the people of the Ming Dynasty in 1628?
"We haven't done anything harmful to nature." Xiao Wei's understanding is still the way of modern people.
"Perhaps there is already a rumor in the city that we are non-human beings with green faces and fangs who eat children and molest old women..."
As he was talking, he suddenly saw the people on the road ducking to both sides. A group of people came up the post road, surrounded by three hand-pushed two-wheelers. The leader was wearing an iron helmet, armor, and a long sword.
military attache.
"It looks like the Ming army." Bei Wei said, silently counting the number of people passing by, one, five, ten...
Not counting the leader, there were thirty people in total, and there were two carts. Because they were mixed in with the crowd, I couldn’t see clearly. I don’t know what they were packed with, but judging from the number of people and their postures on the carts, the things on the carts were very heavy.
.
"They are the Ming army, and they are all armed." Looking through the telescope, this group of people is quite neatly dressed, but except for three or four people, no one is wearing armor. There is a helmet in good condition. Each person has a spear.
I also saw the carts clearly. There was an iron cannon mounted on the first cart. It was too dark to see clearly, but it was probably about the size of a three-pounder. The carts behind were filled with boxes, cans, and the like, probably ammunition.
"Xiao Wei, take pictures!"
Wei Aiwen picked up his digital camera and used telephoto to continuously take pictures of the team, soldiers, artillery, and even the leading officers and several armored soldiers. They all took close-up photos of their faces.
"Look!" Li Yunxing suddenly shouted, his voice so loud that everyone around him was startled, "There is a foreigner!"
Bei Wei adjusted his observation direction. Sure enough, at the end of the team, there was an unkempt foreigner with very eye-catching brown hair. His hands were tied behind his back with a rope and he was dragged along. His feet were bare, his calves were dripping with blood, and his body was covered with blood.
He was wearing half a fisherman's raincoat, and a soldier behind him would poke his butt with a gun from time to time to urge him to leave quickly.
Businessman? Missionary? Pirate? A series of question marks flashed through Bei Wei's mind. It was not uncommon to see foreigners along the coast of Guangdong and Fujian in the Ming Dynasty. How could this guy be caught in Lingao County? Is he a foreign pirate?
"Call me the command center."
When the sun first rose, the Ming family and the trio of Chinese and American agents had gathered on the beach outside the camp gate, looking confused.
After getting up in the morning and having breakfast, Xiao Zishan, who had been talking nonsense to them about the Ming Dynasty, came. The Ming family, who had had enough of his nonsense, thought he was going crazy again. Unexpectedly, this man politely said that he would let them go.
Already.
Before they could react, a transport boat took them ashore, including people and luggage.
The camp on the beach, the ships in the harbor, the vehicles and machinery running back and forth on the beach, the soldiers with guns... It all looks so unreal. These gangsters are so audacious. If it weren't for the bay here, this would be
The family thought they were in the legendary Golden Triangle area.
"Look, the luggage is all here and hasn't been moved. You can check it out." Xiao Zishan said with a smile to the family who were still in a daze.
Ming Langzhen bent down to open the zipper of his luggage, but his mother stopped him and said to Xiao Zishan with a smile: "You can trust me, you can trust me."
"What kind of place is this? You have to tell us where you left us here." The beautiful policewoman spoke.
The old man quickly stopped his daughter-in-law and said, "No, no, little comrade, just tell us which direction to go to get on the highway. It looks too deserted here, and we have to have a direction if we want to go."
"Auntie, didn't I tell you yesterday that this is Bobu Port in Lingao County, and this river is the Wenlan River. There is no road. You can go upstream along the river. It's not far away.
It’s Lingao County—it’s just Lingao County in the Ming Dynasty.” Xiao Zishan felt like he was going crazy as he said these words.
The old man sneered: "Master Ge, Bo Pu? You still don't say this is New York."
"Look, I really didn't lie to you." Xiao Zishan was used to being scolded yesterday anyway. He pointed at the beacon tower and said, "Isn't that the beacon tower in Lingao? There is Lingaojiao in the past. Old man, you were a soldier in Hainan. This is
You should know the place."
"Lingaojiao? What about the lighthouse? The monument suddenly disappeared. Did you eat it?"
(Two landmark buildings on Lingaojiao: the Customs Lighthouse built during the Guangxu period and the Liberation Hainan Landing Monument.)
"Isn't this 1628? Our great People's Liberation Army has not yet crossed the sea to liberate Hainan."
The old man looked disdainful and wanted to say something, but his wife pushed him and had to shut up.
"Bopu is Bopu, thank you, we are leaving now. Please come back." Auntie quickly smoothed things over. Xiao Zishan smiled, and did not say to them until Guo Yi and others were brought here:
"This is Comrade Guo from the Public Security Department. He happens to be accompanying two foreign guests. You can go together. There will be someone to look after you on the way."
The entire Ming family became nervous and couldn't figure out what kind of medicine Xiao Zishan was selling. As for Xiao Guo and the others, they were also a little baffled by this family. Ran Yao led someone to take them off the boat early this morning. He thought this was the case all the way.
The guy was going to kill him halfway. At first he thought he would be shot from behind on the deck, but then he was prepared to be planted with lotus flowers on the traffic boat. When he got to the beach, he thought he would die heroically in front of the firing squad, but in the end he met a family of old and young people.
Carrying large and small boxes and luggage bags.
"Xiao Guo, just go with Mr. Ming and his family. Walking along the river is Lingao County." Xiao Zishan looked at these two groups of people, each looking at each other with distrustful eyes. He couldn't help but feel funny. Yu E Shui, this guy
It's really poisonous. Thinking about what this group of people might encounter on the way to Lingao, I really can't laugh. I hope everyone is safe and sound.
Seeing that they had a lot of luggage, Xiao Zishan called a farm truck on the beach and took them to the river.
"I'll send you here," he said sincerely for the last time, "This is Hainan in the 17th century... so..." Then he only saw the backs of seven people leaving at full speed.
Because the two groups of people had their own thoughts and thought that the other party was sent by gangsters, they were silent to each other at first. Then, the people of the Ming family slowly began to fall behind.
"Silly boy, why are you walking so fast?"
"I'm not tired..." Ming Lang didn't understand what was wrong with her mother. Although the road was not very easy to walk, it was flat all the way. It was not too tiring to walk alone with a suitcase.
She curled her lips at the three people in front of her: "Slow down, we have a lot of luggage..."
Minglang suddenly realized that what his mother meant was to keep distance from the people in front. So the family slowed down and slowly fell behind.
Guo Yi's group didn't have much luggage, and they were all law enforcement officers. They moved very quickly from the beginning. Seeing that the family was getting further and further away, he felt a little happy. He touched the pistol that he had recovered, although he didn't understand it very well.
The thoughts of this group of gangsters, but they have finally escaped from their clutches. The area they are currently in is unknown. Fortunately, there are traces of human activities along the road - it should not be some remote and barren land, and you should see it within a short walk.
If there are one or two inhabited places, there will be communication tools, and it will be easier to contact the organization.
"Old Xue, what do you think is going on?" He felt much more relaxed and asked Xue Ziliang, who was walking aside. This burly man was carrying a huge backpack and walked with great ease among the rocks and grass.
"I don't know." ABC shrugged, "Maybe they don't want to offend US law enforcement officials."
Nonsense. Guo Yi thinks that these Americans really don't care about skin color and race. The second generation has forgotten their roots and looks arrogant.
"Xue, what you said is so out of ideas."
"So what? We don't even know where we are. By the way, what did he say we are: temporary?"
"It's Lingao, a county in Hainan Province."
Obviously Xue Ziliang had no geographical concept about Hainan, and he actually asked if it was Chinese territory. Xiao Guo, who almost fainted, had to explain a little bit about Chinese geography to him.
"But it may not be true, right?" Xue Ziliang said.
"Well, I believe that if we were really in Lingao, the police station would have been here long ago if there was such a big movement, and the mobile phone wouldn't be out of signal."
"That's it, Guo," Xue Ziliang said as he walked, "We don't even know the basic situation around us, so how can we speculate? We'd better hurry to a place with people."
The terrain is slowly getting higher, although it is not obvious. They are going uphill at this time. The land has been developed, leaving traces of human activities everywhere. From time to time, you can see small paddy fields that have been reclaimed and dug along the river.
The water diversion channel... In addition, there are endless wild grasses. In some places, the grass even grows as high as a person. There are few tall trees on the road, only some mixed woods and shrubs. The river is flowing, and you can see
It sounds very clear,
"Let's take a rest." At this time, the sound of rumbling water was heard in the distance, and Xue Ziliang suggested, "Salina said she feels a little unwell."
"Really? You won't catch a cold, right?" Guo Yi said, sat down and took out a pistol from his arms - he was eager to check the condition of the gun, and the gangster would return the pistol to him.
Accidents, no matter what their motives, always saved him a lot of trouble - losing a gun was a big problem.
"No, it won't." Xue Ziliang was just about to say something. A rapid gong sounded in the grass. The three of them were all at once, and then more than a dozen feather arrows were shot out from the grass and woods!