Seeing that the replenished fresh water was about to bottom out, the people on the ship began to become restless again, even more restless than when they were short of water for the first time. People's hearts could not withstand repeated tossing. For the first time, the soldiers held the hope of death.

Determination, even to the point of completely cutting off water, did not cause restlessness, and calmly accepted his fate.

But the second time, before the water was completely cut off, people's hearts became different. Coupled with the gradual shortage of food, the entire ship was like a powder keg, as if a single spark was enough to destroy everyone.

People were blown to pieces and destroyed in ashes.

Han Du sat under the cabin door, avoiding the scorching sun. His lips were a little dry, and he looked up at the scorching sun in the sky, no longer so determined about the way forward.

Woo~~~woo~

Two horn sounds were heard, Jiang Ming looked ahead with his binoculars, and quickly ran off the bow.

"Master Marquis, land, we will finally see the land, we are out of the sea."

Hearing Jiang Ming's words, Han Du felt a surge of strength all over his body, and he quickly struggled to get up and ran to the bow of the ship.

When Fang Xiaoru heard this, he jumped onto the bow of the boat like a rabbit. This traditional Confucian scholar no longer had the slightest trace of a scholar's attitude in his body. If he didn't tell anyone, no matter who saw him

Everyone would think that he is just a soldier of the navy.

In the telescope, a black line appeared between the sea and the sky. The line was undulating continuously, and it was impossible to see the end of it on the left and right.

"Oh~"

"Ouch"

Waves of cheers came from the other two ships, and the appearance of land rekindled everyone's hope. Without Han Du's orders, the three warships eagerly sailed towards the land.

When they reached the shore, Han Du suddenly waved his hand and motioned for others to follow him down to find water. He was very lucky. Before he got too far into the land, Han Du found a small stream left from the mountainside. The water in the stream was crystal clear and still

You can see groups of black shadows gathering and dispersing at the bottom of the water. These are fish, many, many fish.

The presence of fish means that there is nothing wrong with the water. Everyone can’t wait to run to the river, scoop water into their mouths with their hands, and drink happily. No one chooses to go into the water, because everyone knows that once they go into the water, the bottom of the water will

The sediment will be stirred up. It is better to drink clean water than water with sediment.

After drinking enough water, the soldiers began to take out tools and pour out the stale water, preparing to restock clean fresh water.

Without Han Du's orders, the soldiers who were good at swimming jumped into the river with bursts of cheers and began to chase and intercept the fish.

After staying on the boat for such a long time, everyone would have vomited after eating dried fish. Now that there is fresh fish, naturally they cannot let it go.

"Master Marquis." Jiang Ming, with a smile on his face, came to Han Du with a team of people.

Han Du saw that the people behind Jiang Ming were carrying things on their shoulders, and asked with a smile: "Did you catch the prey?"

Jiang Ming nodded with a smile and said: "Yes, Mr. Hou. But this thing is very strange. The general has never seen it before. Mr. Hou is well-informed, so he brought it to Mr. Hou to see."

"Oh? What is it?" Han Du looked over curiously.

Jiang Ming waved his hand to the soldiers to place the prey in front of Han Du. These animals had messy hair on their bodies, long necks, and small heads on their heads.

This thing looks a bit like an alpaca, but Handu is definitely not an alpaca.

After looking at it for a moment, under Jiang Ming's hopeful gaze, Han Du shook his head slightly and said, "I don't recognize it either, but the head of this thing looks a bit like a camel."

Jiang Ming looked back, clicked his tongue and nodded in agreement: "It does look like it, but it's much smaller than a camel."

A skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and this thing is about the same size as a deer.

"Whatever it is, wash it, peel it, boil it and try it. Let's see how it tastes first." Seeing that after such a long time, he finally had meat to eat again, Han Du's salivary glands suddenly pumped out a large stream of Han Du's saliva.

Du quickly closed his mouth, but a drop of crystal saliva inevitably leaked from the corner of his mouth.

Others couldn't wait for a long time. After hearing Han Du's words, they quickly started peeling the skin, lighting the fire, and setting up the pot.

As the water in the pot began to boil, waves of meaty aroma wafted out.

Since it was meat from an unknown animal, everyone subconsciously cooked it for a longer time. When the meat was cooked until it was crispy, some people couldn't wait to try to eat it. Unexpectedly, after eating it like this, they actually felt that it tasted pretty good.

Several people had meat in their mouths and could only nod their heads.

After so many years of life and death, Han Du felt very satisfied to be able to eat a delicious meal of boiled meat and drink a sip of hot soup.

After resting here for two days, the fleet's morale has completely returned to its peak. It's time to discuss what to do next.

Han Du sent Jiang Ming out and asked him to search for traces along the coastline. He followed the traces left by those people all the way. Since he was able to reach the shore, those people probably escaped alive.

Han Du stayed here, preparing to stock up on meat while being on guard.

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After the three of them passed by, Jiang Ming came back.

"Master Marquis, I found traces of people's ships docking for rest more than a hundred miles north. I estimate that those people went north." As soon as he came back, Jiang Ming hurried to Han Du.

Report.

"Okay!" Han Du's delicate face turned red, and veins popped up on his forehead. After searching for so long, even risking his own life to cross the boundless sea, it was finally worth it.

"Can you tell when they arrived?" Han Du asked anxiously.

As long as you can roughly know when those people left, you can roughly calculate the distance between you and them.

"No more than five days at most." Jiang Ming answered neatly.

"Okay! Immediately organize the army and go north and set off!" Han Du ordered without hesitation. In just five days, if he took advantage of them by surprise, he might be able to catch up with them soon.

Three to four hundred miles away from Handu, six large ships were slowly sailing northward along the coastline.

The sky is clear and the waves are calm. It seems that all the dangers and disasters have gone away, and now it is time for them to enjoy peace and tranquility.

A few middle-aged people were sitting on the bow of the boat, drinking clear and sweet fresh water. This was completely different from what they drank at sea. No one thought that after such an experience, what they enjoyed the most was,

It turned out to be the clear water that I had dismissed in the past.

"Patriarch, if we part ways with the elders this time, there won't be any trouble, right?" An old man sitting at the bottom asked the middle-aged scribe sitting at the top with some worry.

The middle-aged scribe is still dressed like a gentleman in white, but when he glances at him, people can always feel a cold evil spirit, which destroys his image of a gentleman. Especially when he

Dots of dark red can still be seen on the hem of his clothes, and there is always a strong and disgusting smell of blood rushing straight to his head, making people avoid it.

In fact, if you look closely, you will see that not only the middle-aged scribe, but also other people's clothes are stained with blood.

There is no good person, they are all man-eating wolves!

The middle-aged scribe showed the precious pulp-coated wooden fan in his hand and said disdainfully: "The further south you go, the hotter it gets, and I can't stand the heat. Those elders are willing to go south. I won't force it, but he doesn't want it either."

I want to let me follow him through fire and water again."

The old man at the head did not refute the middle-aged scribe's words, but said hesitantly: "Our six families have been together for more than a hundred years, and now we have to go our separate ways. It is really a pity!"

The middle-aged scribe closed his wooden fan, sat up straight, sneered and said with a snort: "Who is in the same spirit with them? In the past, it was just because everyone joined together to make money. Haven't you noticed that since

After our financial path was cut off, did the elders become increasingly unable to control the situation? Not only me, but several other families also had their own thoughts.

In fact, we have been separated since we left the Ming Dynasty. The reason why we can still gather together is not that the elder is so great, but that we have a common enemy Han Du. He pursues us relentlessly, so we let

We have to unite to deal with him.

But this is a completely new world, and there is no way that Han Du will come after us. Since we are qualified to live our own lives, why do we still need to look at the elders’ expressions?”

There is no banquet in the world that never ends

When there is external pressure, they may be able to reluctantly get together and work together to fight the enemy. But as soon as this external pressure disappears, they can fall apart in an instant.

The same goes for these people. They were originally united because of money. Now that their financial path has been cut off and they are being hunted endlessly, once the external pressure disappears, it will be a matter of time before they fall apart.

"However, the little old man believes that the worries of the elders and others are not unreasonable. Since we can all come out of the sea of ​​death, Han Du may not be able to come out." The old man wanted to remind him with a bit of worry.

A middle-aged scribe.

"Uncle Wu was worried too much. We did come out, but at what price did we pay and how many people died? And we were also lucky. We were blown by a storm not far from the seaside. Only in this way can we

Come out." The middle-aged scribe said with a matter-of-fact look, "I heard that Han Du was indecisive, ah, and he loved the people like a son, so he would definitely not be willing to give up on his subordinates. Maybe he would have been dead by now.

It's the sea.

As for the elders, the older they get, the less courageous they are. In my opinion, they were scared out of their courage by Han Du. That’s why they chose to go to the south, where it is getting hotter and hotter. Just wait and see, I’m afraid they will

You can't go very far without being heated to death."

The strong sunshine here makes everyone doubt their life. Not to mention they have seen it, they have not even heard of it, the sunshine can actually

So violent.

That's something that can really kill people.

At first, they didn't know how powerful the sun was, and some people were sunburned to death on the deck. Although everyone later hid in the cabin, the suffocating heat in the cabin also suffocated several people to death.

Such a terrifying scene scared the middle-aged scribe to the point of losing his mind. He wanted him to continue going south, but he refused to do so.

"What the patriarch said is true, but since the elders and others have not made things difficult for us, this is a kindness after all. If we meet again in the future, the patriarch should also treat him with courtesy."

"Well, there is some truth in what Uncle Wu said." The middle-aged scribe replied calmly, obviously not taking the old man's words to heart.

In my heart, I didn't agree with what Uncle Wu said. Everyone left in the opposite direction, and I'm afraid there will be no chance to see each other again in this life. It was precisely because he was convinced that the elders and others were in danger, that the middle-aged scribe agreed so neatly with Uncle Wu's words,

Perfunctory.

If it were really possible to meet him again in the future, the middle-aged scribe might not be as easy to talk to as he is now.

The old man knew that even though he was one generation older than the clan leader, the clan leader was now the leader of the clan, and his life was saved only because of the clan leader's intervention. Otherwise, he would have been thrown away like other old men.
To be continued...