open sea

Chapter 410: Waving the Flag
The Aztec-style tropical garrison camp was burning behind Lin Manjue. In the black smoke rising into the sky, the bearded Lin San raised the handle of the ax from the chest of the corpse under his feet, and with a light hook, pulled out the hand axe.

On the beach not far away, battalion soldiers with messy armor and well-armed escorted bare-chested American soldiers to carry the plundered luggage to the boat with their shoulders and even the cannon carriage. They were so hungry that they didn't leave any food behind.

If Li Dan was present, he must have been pleasantly surprised by their victories. His adoptive father sent him to sea to find 'Huang's', which was among them.

Lin Xiao sat on the corpse with his legs spread apart, two stones pressing down on his notes, and a Nanyang charcoal pen in his hand to record the details of the battle.

The sequelae of Lin Xiao's Eastern Expedition to Guam is that he always feels hungry, even if he has just eaten a meal and the feeling of fullness in his stomach has not gone down, but he just wants to eat.

No matter the occasion or time, even the corn that has long been stagnant is eaten with relish.

In Lin Manjue's words, it's not bad if you're not hungry enough to gnaw on the thigh of a dead corpse.

There are very few enemies left behind in the three camps, ranging from a few dozen to a few dozen, and most of them are primitive warriors without firearms and armor, who were easily defeated.

This time, Lin Manjue and the others did not kill all the enemies, but gathered more than a dozen American captives. During the time on board, Professor Lin Xiao's earliest captives learned some simple Chinese. They took captives.

The big tiger and the big eagle were not tough enough. The first seven fighters, six with gunshot wounds in the absence of medicines, did not make it through. Only Hei King Kong, who blocked the gunshot on his forehead, survived.

Until a few days ago, Hei Jin just let Lin Xiao know that the communication between the two parties was neat and there was no need to tie them up.

It was very common for the Aztecs to be prisoners after the war, but most of the captives in America were sacrificed as victims. Grateful.

In their culture, it was perfectly normal for the victors to impose their gods on the defeated, and it was fine to fight for them if there was a chance of surviving.

Hei Jingang obeyed Lin Xiao's words, except for one thing, the big man was very resistant to wearing armor and using a long knife.

It was useless to resist. Neither Lin Xiao nor Lin Manjue wanted Hei Kongang, who had finally learned a little Chinese, to be beaten to death on the battlefield.

"Battlefield, you, kill them, don't stun them, don't take them prisoner."

Lin Xiao taught Hei King Kong this way, closed the notebook and put it in the backpack, he said: "If you don't kill him, he will kill you."

Hei Kongang, who was wearing a Spanish breastplate, was ignorant. He realized that these people who claimed to be from the Ming tribe were not devout at all in their belief in gods.

Even the captive's heart is reluctant to dedicate to the gods, how dare you say that you respect and believe in heaven?

"broken?"

Lin Manjue wiped the blood on his face, and walked briskly with a blunderbuss, glanced at Hei Kongang who was wearing a breastplate and clutching an obsidian dagger at his back, ready to deal with a surprise attack at any time, and said to Lin Xiao: "Go back and give him a long handle Iron melon, you can handle a four-foot axe, it's quite brave, but the weapon is useless."

Lin Xiao got a waist knife for Hei Jingang, but this guy only used it once. Later, he seized an obsidian stick and used it again. When attacking the third camp, he was the first to rush into the camp and smashed it. After turning over two American soldiers, he chased after the Spanish lieutenant who led the team and smashed it. A good breastplate was smashed unevenly by him.

The obsidian stick couldn't hold up to that kind of swing, and it broke before the end of the blow. In the end, Hei King Kong rushed forward and hugged the high-topped helmet to hit the stone head-on, knocking people blind.

It couldn't be saved, several ribs were broken inside the breastplate, and even if he didn't hug someone and hit him, he wouldn't survive for long.

The level of ferocity made Lin Manjue click his tongue secretly, which also proved from the side that his decision to save his life was correct.

It's hard to find a warrior like this who carries a forty-pound weight and holds a five-pound stick and walks like flying, especially when he imagines Daming as a tribe, this almost natural sense of belonging-absolutely!
"uncle!"

Seeing Lin Manjue approaching, Lin Xiao got up quickly, dragged Hei Jingang to salute awkwardly, and asked with a smile on his face: "The three barracks have been defeated, are we going to join the commander in the past?"

Lin Manjue looked up at the majestic red clouds connecting the sea and the sky, and sighed deeply. The several months of precarious life on the island made the man who was already in his twilight years look old. He shook his head slowly and smiled wryly in a tone full of regret and unwillingness: "I can't make up my mind. La."

"The army is in the west, and the gunfire at the port subsided yesterday, but the commander-in-chief hasn't captured the port yet. The general attack is estimated to be within ten days." Lin Manjue said as he sat down, covered the corpse's eyes, turned his head aside, and put it in his waist pocket. He took out his pipe and lit it towards the coast, and said: "One hundred and forty people, three or two small boats, if we go there, the battle is over, or the boat is weak and the soldiers are too few to use."

"I'm thinking whether to go to the port or go to the northeast. These are two granaries." Lin Manjue took a sip from his pipe, pinched his knuckles and said: "We have explored, and there is a store of grain on the east side of the island. I don't know if there is one in the port. There is no food and grass, I guess there is, but the port soldiers are invincible, we can go to the north and take down the granary."

"Even if you can't fight, you can still find out the strength of the troops."

Lin Xiao glanced at Lin Manjue in surprise. He could feel that his uncle was not only discussing with himself, but also seemed... as if explaining, explaining why he did this.

But this is unnecessary, Lin Manjue is their leader, they will do what they say they will do, and they will go to the mountain of swords and fire, there is no need to explain.

"Nephew understands, let's prepare."

"Wait... is this safe?"

Lin Xiao packed up his things and was about to send an order, but was stopped by Lin Manjue, who spoke very fast: "Attack the granary, the port must be saved, and it can create a fighter for the commander..."

Lin Xiao, who had already gotten up, smiled, sat down slowly and said, "Uncle has his own decision, so there is no need to explain it to my nephew. It was my uncle's decision that allowed us to survive. We were trapped in the siege of the enemy army on the isolated island. Without uncle, Our entire army has already been wiped out, how can we wait until the army comes to help, even if we destroy the island with the plague of the sky, it is right, only the plague can allow us to kill thousands of enemies with a hundred people and a powerless body."

"If my uncle had asked my nephew to bring someone to drag the corpse, and you led the fleet back, my nephew would have done it well. At that time, my uncle was under house arrest, but I didn't want you to risk your life."

"Because I don't have the strength to bring them back. You are the only one who can bring them home."

Lin Xiao consciously said a lot of embarrassing words, bowed and bowed to Lin Manjue, and finally turned and left with a smile and Hei King Kong who followed suit.

Lin Manjue was left sitting on the pile of corpses, holding a pipe and eating one mouthful at a time. When his back gradually faded away, he nodded slowly, gathered his blood-stained beard, looked at the setting sun in the sky, and smiled.

Everyone needs someone to cheer for him, right?

Lin Manjue saw it. He cleaned his pipe on the gravel beach under his feet, tightened his waist bag and walked towards the shore with his gun in hand, stepping towards the last battle in Guam in his heart.

"The last battle, the first battle is successful."

　Good morning!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)