Thousands of sparks

Chapter 60 Captive
When he woke up again, Dusande felt pain in every part of his body.

He secretly opened his eyes and looked out.Then he closed his eyes again.

No way, I can't see anything when I open my eyes - he seems to be in a completely dark environment now.

Judging from the occasional cold wind leaking around, Dusand thought he was probably in a dark room.The problem was, he wasn't sure how long he'd been unconscious.Only the constant pain in the back of the head reminded Dusande that you were knocked out by a hard blow to the back of the head.

Judging from the feeling of being tied up from his wrist, he did not succeed in boarding the naval landing ship that could jump to a height of two joules above the ground and then fall freely to the ground.Things seem to be heading for the worst.

Dusande was captured.

He lightly rubbed his face against the ground. The dusty feeling and small stones on the ground proved that it should be an ordinary ground that had not been laid—the kind that roughly dug out a plane.

Dussande then spent a long time trying to recall what had happened in the last moments.But he couldn't remember anything.His memory only goes up to the hillside and finds that there are stones only a few centimeters below the ground.

Should it be short-term amnesia caused by concussion?Dusande sighed, then turned all his attention to his ears.

Since you can't see anything, you can always hear some information by listening...

Although he has not received professional intelligence training, Du Sande has watched a lot of spy dramas in his previous life.If you want to plan a wonderful prison escape similar to the colleague with the license number seven, you must first figure out what kind of enemy you are facing.

Is it a latent group infiltrated by the alliance, a private soldier of a fishing company, or a group of gangsters who gather in the mountains and forests to rob and extort for a living.

To be honest, Dusand himself thinks that all three are unlikely.After all, the opponent used heavy artillery, and judging from the firepower density of the shelling, there was far more than one large-caliber artillery, and there were dozens of shells... at least.

But apart from these three possibilities, Dusand really couldn't think of any other possibilities.An organization equipped with such sophisticated weapons... can't be the army, can it?
If the army finally thinks about it and decides to use the commodore from the Olin Navy Department to sacrifice the flag, and then go to the Olin Palace, and use the steam knight troops and six-inch howitzers to shoot at the side of the Qing emperor... then it will not be the first wave of firepower It's only a small amount of ammunition for an assault.

It's about to be Qingjun's side, why don't you come first with a one or two hundred tons of high-explosive bombs to suppress the shock?
Du Sande thought about it, but still couldn't figure out who would capture him.The only son of a baron, at most he can be a postman in red at the coat of arms management office.

What's the deal with this?Why not just shoot him in the head?
Of course, being alive is a good thing.But even Du Sande couldn't figure out what was worthy of being captured in him, which made him very unhappy.

I don't know how much time passed in the wild thinking, Dusande finally heard a little movement in his ears.

"Thank you." A male voice that sounded familiar sounded in the distance, and the voice asked, "Our noble master is still awake?"

"No." A child's voice rang out. The high-pitched and stuffy voice made it difficult to judge the gender immediately. "He has been asleep and hasn't moved."

"Don't cause trouble..." Some familiar male voices began to approach Dusand.And the voice of the child also approached, "Uncle Finn, is this little nobleman a newly kidnapped hostage?"

Finn, who was called "Uncle," stopped, then hesitated for a while.

He patted the head of the little girl in front of him, and said, "I don't know either. He may be a rare good man, but he may also be a real schemer."

The children couldn't understand what Finn meant, and Dusande, who was lying on the ground pretending to be unconscious, was already sweating from his back.He finally remembered why this voice sounded familiar.

This man... he is the Confederate navy soldier who was strapped into the officer's carriage before!

he is not dead?He didn't die?

Unbelievable was all in Dusand's mind.After all, after the first wave of bombardment, Dusand's experimental vehicle No. [-] and two carriages were bombed without even the wreckage left.How did Finn, who was still strapped into the carriage before the shelling began, get out?

It doesn't make sense.

The thoughts in Dusand's mind were in a mess, and Finn, who appeared outside the iron railing with a kerosene lamp, was somewhat at a loss as to how to react.

The little boy in front of him was the result of a well-prepared ambush.

The original purpose of the ambush was to capture the bearded man, or the biggest black-faced tall man.The rewards on these two people's heads were frighteningly high, and each of them could get [-] pounds of coal or grain of the same weight.

On average, it is almost equal to [-] gold pounds per person.

At this price, it is enough for Finn to take an adventure with his small village.

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The "small village" of Phin is a natural settlement of more than 600 poor people.The 21-year-old Finn is the "leader" of this settlement.

Two years ago, after Finn escaped from a mine 120 miles away, he wandered alone on the summer plains for nearly a week.

The sun rises six times and sets seven times.Exhausted, he collapsed on a hillside, facing dizziness and a strong sense of weakness, ready to meet the arrival of death.

When the sun rose for the seventh time, Finn suddenly had some sweet and fishy liquid in his mouth.He subconsciously swallowed the liquid, and opened his eyes with difficulty.

In front of him was a woman who looked at least in her 40s.She was holding a small, frail child with dark skin in her arms.

The woman holding the child was struggling to lift Finn's head, and then fed her meager milk to this young man who was already on the verge of death.Her nipples were cracked, and blood mixed with milk was sent to the young man's mouth.

After Finn woke up, he saw the brightest smile in the world.Pale and chapped lips, yellow and missing teeth, a wrinkled face, and dry hair.

After being rescued by this woman, Finn followed her, and walked slowly and hard to a small village made up of broken planks, mud bricks that had grown green grass, and shell stones.Here, Finn received the best treatment and help from all the residents—he could eat tuan fish soup and grilled tuan fish every day.

The villagers even set aside a house just for him.Although the sky can be seen directly through the wooden boards, although a corner of the wall has directly exposed a hole enough for children to crawl in and out.But Finn found a place to live in Newsail in the Empire.

Finn, who has fully recovered his health, is ready to use his own hands to repay the kindness of these imperial poor.He has already understood that the content of the alliance's propaganda is all deceiving.The poor of the empire are just a group of poor people who, like the commoners of the alliance, still maintain kindness in a difficult life.

In order to repay the villagers, he began to frequently fish with his own blood, and then exchanged expensive fuel and food under the Boysenk Fishing Company.But such activities have caused great damage to his body. Just when he thought he might not be able to persist, an unexpected discovery made Finn find an opportunity to bring a prosperous life to the village.

After an ocean storm, Finn heads to the beach to fish for food and finds a storm-blown hillside.

In the exposed mountain body, there is a dark iron gate.And on the iron gate, there is a huge emblem of the Imperial Army painted on it.

Finn discovers a large warehouse that the Army uses for its strategic reserves.

(End of this chapter)