Chapter 447: 447 stowaway
Chapter 447447 Smuggling
The dark night sky is covered with bright stars, like a black curtain inlaid with dense gems.
And on this huge black curtain, the brightest and dazzling thing is still the bright moon. The moonlight shines on the sea, making the undulating waves reflect the light. The surrounding silence makes the sound of the sea water clear.
In such an environment, sitting on a small wooden boat and rowing the oars with difficulty is not a very romantic thing.
In other words, in such an environment, rowing on the scary sea is a very scary experience.
You will feel the unknown terror surging under the deep feet and in the unclear sea water. That feeling will engulf you and make you full of fear of the unknown.
It's just that, although the suffocating fear permeates the sea, people's muscles can't stop trembling. Although the cold sea breeze is still constantly shuttling back and forth, as if hands without warmth are brushing against every inch of a person's skin. The rower is still repeating his actions mechanically.
He was an old fisherman. Although he knew that it was not a good thing to sail a boat at this time, he still did it resolutely.
In his opinion, this may be the only way out for him and everyone he knows. He kept shaking his oars, and there was a man on the bow of the boat who was covered with canvas and whose face could not be seen clearly.
On their route, there was a black shadow that looked like a huge monster. The black shadow was getting closer and closer, and the rough outline could already be seen through the moonlight.
Eventually, the outline became bigger and bigger, and the ends of both ends could no longer be seen. The boat crashed into the sand and ran aground. The old fisherman jumped out of the boat and pushed the boat to the shore with difficulty.
There were still some pieces of wood used to secure cargo and cut ropes on the beach. A crab seemed to feel threatened and quickly crawled into the crevices of the reef, never to be seen again.
"Grandpa..." The man who had been covering himself with a tattered canvas suddenly spoke and called out cowardly.
“Hush! Don’t make a sound!” The old fisherman helped the thin figure out of the boat. Before he could continue to say anything, there was a faint light floating in the distance.
Soon, several people with torches passed by along the simple paved road, talking and laughing along the way, and seemed to be talking about some very happy things.
The old man held down the head of his granddaughter and motioned her not to speak. He waited until the lights had gone away and then looked back at the boat he had dragged to the beach.
Seemingly reluctant, the old man looked at the boat for a long time and finally looked away. He pulled his granddaughter, one step at a time, over the bushes, and walked onto the uneven road.
This road is full of ruts, and it looks like it has been overused. There are lights not far from here. The old fisherman pulled his granddaughter towards the lights.
The fact that they can find villages here is a testament to the prosperity here—such lively places were rare on the islands where they lived before.
The two people walked hand in hand along the road to a bright place. Only then did the old fisherman realize that what they found was not a village, but a camp.
The camp is very large, almost all of them are tents. There were fires burning in some places, and people could be seen walking around from time to time.
Those firelights did not seem to be arranged to illuminate the camp, but were arranged in a spectacular straight line that extended into the distance.
By the firelight and moonlight, the old fisherman could probably tell that it was a wider road. These people seemed to be building a road, a big road.
"Grandpa...I'm hungry." The little girl was held in the old fisherman's arms, and she whispered in a low voice.
"Don't worry... My child, don't worry. We will have food soon." The old fisherman comforted his granddaughter, licked his dry lips, gritted his teeth and led her towards the camp where the fire was shining. .
Going closer, pushing aside the weeds, the old fisherman walked to a tent. There was a lot of snoring inside, and there was a disgusting smell of sweat surrounding the tent.
At this time, the old fisherman saw that there were many people sleeping on the ground not only inside the tent, but also outside the tent. Obviously, the living conditions here were not very good.
Some people were snoring while leaning against the tent, while others were leaning on other people's legs and turning over to drive away mosquitoes. From time to time, crisp slaps could be heard.
“Who is it!?” Just when the old fisherman was about to step forward again, a shout came from behind, startling him.
When he turned around, the old fisherman was instantly frightened to death. He couldn't help but squeeze his granddaughter's hand, causing the little girl to cry out in pain.
Because the old man saw that standing in front of him were two Mirage soldiers carrying long swords. They were wearing Mirage military uniforms, but they were a little tattered.
He wanted to turn around and run away, but when he turned around, he saw that the people who were sleeping next to the tent also stood up angrily, cursing and complaining: "What's the noise...what's going on?"
The few who sat up were surprisingly goblins too! It’s over! He actually broke into the territory of the Mirage people, and it was completely over!
I heard someone say before that the people from the Mirage Kingdom were beaten away and someone distributed food here. He couldn't survive, so he decided to come here to try his luck. But who would have thought that there are soldiers from the Mirage Kingdom here.
Rumors are really deceiving people! The old fisherman held on to his granddaughter tightly and almost cried when he saw more and more mirage goblins getting up around him.
He knew that he couldn't run away, and he knew that he was probably going to die here today.
Who would have thought that the Mirage Goblin holding a long knife opposite him would be even more panicked than him after seeing his face clearly. The tip of the knife trembled wildly, and his shouts started to tremble: "Here comes someone! Here, there are two of them, there are Two humans!”
At first, the two people standing guard thought they were some **** who were not afraid of death and were trying to escape, but they didn't expect it to be two civilians.
The two sentries were even more incoherent because they really couldn't figure out why humans came here in the middle of the night.
Confused and panicked, a goblin guard bravely asked: "I, I said, you, where did you come from? What are you doing here?"
While he was asking questions, some goblins had already gone to the middle camp to report the news. They are all slaves who come to build roads. Even foremen and sentries have no power to deal with "Tang people".
So, after a stalemate for a while, when the old fisherman realized that he might not die today, two soldiers carrying submachine guns came over with lanterns.
“What’s going on?” a soldier from Datang Group’s security force asked the warning goblin sentry in a long voice. He glanced at the worn-out Mirage uniform on the goblin, his eyes full of disgust and disgust.
There is no other way. There is really no extra transportation capacity to transport clothes for these goblins, so we can only make do with the original military uniforms to distinguish their status.
"Sir, sir, we saw a suspicious figure, so we came over to take a look, and we saw the two of them..." A goblin sentry quickly answered, with an awed look as if he had seen his father.
The old fisherman finally figured out that these goblins were not the soldiers of the Mirage Kingdom, but the subordinates of the foreigners in front of him.
"Do you have an ID card?" The human soldier who was responsible for guarding these goblin slaves squinted his eyes and asked after shining a lantern on the old man in front of him.
Since seeing the Kirov airship and witnessing the spectacular scene of artillery fire destroying the city wall, the goblins rarely commit acts of rebellion.
After executing some idiots who fled into the mountains, the remaining goblins began to work honestly, fighting for a full meal a day.
They spontaneously elected a foreman, and spontaneously formed sentries to maintain order and stand guard, and managed themselves with a clear division of labor.
These people are all under the control of Mirage Wu Xiong, who is cruel to attack his own people. If the project is delayed, the goblins will kill the chickens to scare the monkeys, and the Datang Group's supervisory team will have nothing to do.
Therefore, the custody force has been reduced again and again, and we can often see the spectacular sight of two or three soldiers from the Tang Group, escorting more than 3,000 goblin slaves to build roads.
"Identity, ID card?" Of course the old fisherman didn't have an ID card. He just climbed onto the beach of Dongwan Island about an hour ago. Where did he get his ID card?
"Hey! Stowaway?" Seeing the old man's expression, another soldier carrying a Thompson submachine gun was happy: "You are so brave. You came to the door by yourself as soon as you got ashore... What if the patrol discovers this? It’s not good to just open fire and kill him.”
"That's right." The soldier carrying the lantern agreed: "Report to the company tomorrow morning. You have to report there anyway."
"Please! My granddaughter has been hungry for two days! Give us something to stutter!" The old fisherman didn't even bother to understand the meaning of what the two people in front of him said. Thinking that his granddaughter was still hungry, he felt heartbroken. He knelt down.
This kneeling startled the two soldiers of the Datang Group's security force. For a moment, they didn't even understand what this old man was doing.
"Hey, I said... don't do this!" No soldier dared to go up and help him, because according to security regulations, one is not allowed to approach unidentified targets easily before the safety situation is clear.
There are only two of them. If they go to help him, and the other party hides some weapon and gets violent, he may suffer a loss. So he stood there and shouted: "Don't get excited!"
"There is something to eat! But you get up first!" Another soldier almost held the submachine gun in his hand. He took out a piece of bread from his pocket and persuaded: "You have something to say! Bread! I have it here. bread!"
“Gudu…” Behind him, he saw the bread goblin, and there was a sound of swallowing saliva.
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(End of this chapter)