Good luck is destined to be limited. Human power is exhausted and the power of heaven and earth cannot be offended. The strength of spirit or mental illness is relatively strong, and it cannot defeat the laws of nature.

When the sun had just revealed its head for more than an hour in the morning, the dark clouds gradually gathered and condensed, and the wind on the sea gradually became stronger.

This is not a violent typhoon, it is just a common light to moderate rain on the sea, but such rainy weather on the sea is enough to bring out more than one meter of waves.

Such waves are not hindered by merchant ships or warships. Larger deep-water fishing boats can survive, but for a canoe... it really depends on whether their God blesses them or not.

The small fishing boat began to rise and fall with the waves, and the gap between the wooden boards was leaking into it. The three of them didn't care about paddling at this moment. They poured water out with handfuls of hand. The iron lunch box in Molière's hand was swung like a hot wheel.

"Stand by! The wind and rain will always pass, and now it is spring. There are not many typhoons in the Chinese Sea... God will bless us! The great motherland will bless us! The great Majesty will bless us..."

Molière was really crazy. He roared in the strong wind, like a hungry wolf and a wild beast. Raymond and the others looked at him in horror and even forgot to scoop out water.

"Speed ​​up, speed up! You two lazy guys, I want to cross the sea, I want to return to Europe alive, I want to receive the award from His Majesty at the Palace of Versailles!"

Molière did not realize that in the madness he said what he said in his heart, and he used me rather than us.

Raymond pointed his hand behind Molière and said with excitement, "Ship! Look... There is a boat in the distance! It is a Chinese-style hardwood sailboat..."

When Moliè turned around, he was indeed at the end of his sight. A Chinese-style double-brid hardwood sailboat was piercing through the waves and heading towards them. The style was the most common lucky ship in Fujian and Zhejiang.

"It's the Qing Dynasty's merchant ship! We have saved it, and we have saved it..." Raymond hugged and another intelligence officer and cried excitedly.

Only Molière's eyes twitched and stared at the distance carefully. After a while, he suddenly shouted in fear, "Roar quickly! Go immediately and leave here... That's a pirate! Not a merchant ship!"

He has a good eye. The skeleton flag flying at the bow of the ship in the distance did not escape his eyes. The vigilant old fox knew very well that at the critical moment of the fierce war, the Naba port was temporarily blocked, so how could there be merchant ships? Even if there are, they are all ships under Xiao Letian.

Molière rowed hard, but this time Raymond and the others did not listen to him, but reached out to grab the boss's hand that was rowing hard. "Sir! If it were pirates, we would be safe, aren't it? Take out your gold coins, and the pirates will not kill anyone after collecting the gold. They also have their professional ethics!"

"Moral!" Molière screamed like a cat with a trampled tail, "Damn you, do you actually believe in the morality of pirates? You idiot! This is East Asia, Xiao Letian's territory. Even pirates have close ties with him. Are you sure they won't eat or drink badly?"

"But what else can we do?" Raymond roared, and the spitty star squirted Molière's face, "What else can we do? The distance between Amami Oshima straight line and the mainland is 750 kilometers. Do you really think our broken ship can cross the sea?"

"Wake up! You are already crazy... If we die, will all the hard work be in vain? Wouldn't those colleagues who died die in vain..."

It was the pistol again, and the muzzle pressed against Raymond's forehead. "Don't force me! Please don't force me! I don't want to kill my subordinates anymore. I don't want to kill you anymore... I heard that, don't force me! I'm starting to row now, immediately!"

Molière was a lunatic, his eyes were red, his hands were trembling, and even he could not guarantee whether he would get out of fire in the next second.

Raymond dared not argue anymore. He carefully picked up the broken wooden oar and smiled and said, "Okay, OK, OK... I'll listen to you, all of you... I'll row now..."

The tension eased, and the boat began to struggle in the waves again. At this time, another subordinate who had never spoken was spoken.

"Sir! Can you give us some food? I remember there is a lot of rock candy in the supplies. How many pieces are we eating... I really don't have the energy anymore. Let's add some sugar so that we can even cut it faster..."

Moliè looked at his tired and white faces opposite him and knew that this request was reasonable and could not be refused. Finally, he put down his gun and pulled his pockets back.

Just when he thought it was safe, just as he was about to take out supplies, Raymond took action, "Damn it! Damn madman..."

With a crisp sound, the thick wooden board more than one meter long and twenty centimeters wide slapped directly on Molière's head. When the wooden board used for the oar was already soaked in the sea water, it was heavy and full of toughness. This move was really cruel.

If there is slow motion replay, you will definitely see the moment when the wooden board hits the cheek, Molière's entire face was deformed, and several back grooves made a breaking sound that only he could hear, and blood surged up from the gums like spring water.

Molière was knocked down on the boat without even snorting. At this moment, Raymond was already furious. He picked up the wooden board and beat the bastard desperately.

"Beast! If it weren't for you, we France wouldn't have failed again and again and again!"

"Damn bastard, if it weren't for your crazy hatred, we wouldn't have fallen into the trap!"

"A cold-blooded killer, let Arnold follow you for five years. You are loyal to you and want to kill him! You are still not a human!"

He scolded him and beat him again and again, until another intelligence officer saved his arm, "Raymond! Enough of Raymond! Stop hitting him, that pirate ship is here, let's take care of the eyes now!"

When I looked up, I saw that a huge lucky ship two-story high was approaching. Countless pirates on the deck were pointing at them, and some pirates even raised muskets.

The two of them did not dare to neglect their hands and surrendered quickly, and shouted in unstandard Chinese, "We are the British sailors in distress! We are the British... Please save me, I can give all our money!"

While shouting Raymond, he whispered, "Just say we are British sailors, don't expose our identities, see if we can fool us..."

After all, they were intelligence officers. They hated Molière but still loved France. They still remembered their mission and wanted to bring back that intelligence, even if it was just dictated.

Note: Birds of a feather flock together. Only those who love the same kind can become friends with souls. Book friends come together by mutual attraction within the soul. Without a common temperament, you cannot get together.

A book is a world. If you love the hidden dragon, please recommend this world to your friends! If one person affects one person, the hidden dragon will double its size.

Now, it’s now! Pick up your phone, turn on your computer, and copy and paste the genuine address into your circle of friends, QQ space, and various groups of friends gathering... Of course, there are also friends who chat and fuck with you.

It is better to have fun alone than to have fun! Hidden Dragon is still worthy of your recommendation!
Chapter completed!