Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

Good luck was bound to be limited. Manpower had its limits and the might of heaven and earth could not be offended. Spirit was strong, or rather, mental strength was stronger, but it still could not overcome the laws of nature.

By the time the sun had risen for an hour or more, the dark clouds had started to congregate and the wind was getting stronger.

This was not a violent typhoon. This was just a common occurrence on the sea, but the rainy weather on the sea was enough to cause waves that were more than a meter high.

Such a wave wouldn't be much of a problem for a merchant ship or warship. A larger deep-water fishing boat would be able to survive, but for a canoe … That would depend on their blessings and not their blessings.

The small fishing boat started to move up and down with the waves, every piece of wooden board that was connected to each other seeped water. The three of them could not care about paddling anymore at the moment, as they splashed out the water with their hands, while Molière swung the metal lunch box in their hands like a Windfire Wheel.

"Hold on!" The wind and rain will always pass, but it's spring and there aren't many typhoons in the China Sea... God bless us! The great motherland will bless us too! "The great Emperor will bless us as well …"

Molière was really crazy, he roared like a hungry wolf or a wild beast in the strong wind, Lei Meng and Yue Yang stared at him in fear and forgot to scoop up water.

"Hurry, hurry!" I want to cross the sea, I want to return to Europe alive, I want to receive the rewards from the Versailles! "

Molière did not realize that in his madness, he had said the things he wanted to say. He used me and not us.

Lei Meng pointed behind Molière with a face full of excitement and said, "Ship! Quick, look... There are ships in the distance! It's a hard sailboat with a Chinese design... "

Molière turned his head and sure enough, at the end of his line of sight, a two-masted hard wooden boat with a Chinese design was piercing through the waves and heading towards them.

"It's Qing Guo's merchant ship! "We're saved, saved …" Lei Meng and the other intelligence officer hugged together and cried out in excitement.

Only the corner of Molière's eyes twitched as he stared into the distance. Not long later, he suddenly shouted in fear, "Rowing the boat! Leave immediately, leave this place... Those were pirates! It's not a merchant ship! "

The skull flag flying at the bow of the ship in the distance did not escape his eyes. The vigilant old fox knew clearly that at this critical moment of an intense war, the Naha Harbor's entrance had been temporarily sealed, so how could there be any merchant ships coming in?

Molière tried his best to paddle, but this time, Lei Meng and Luo Hua City Mistress did not listen to him. Instead, they reached out and grabbed their superior's hand that was paddling with all their might. If it's a pirate, we'll be safe, won't we? Take out your gold coins, the pirates won't kill anyone once they take the gold, and they also have their own professional ethics! "" No, no...

"Moral!" Molière screamed like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, "Dammit, you actually want to believe in the morals of pirates? You idiot! This is East Asia,'s territory. Even the pirates here are inextricably linked to him, do you dare to be sure that they won't bite off more than they can chew? "

"But what else can we do?" Lei Meng roared, spitting stars all over Molière's face, "What else can we do? The distance between the Amami Oshima and the mainland is 750 kilometers. Do you really think that this broken boat can go across the ocean? "

"Wake up! You're crazy... If we die, won't all our hard work go to waste? Didn't those comrades who sacrificed their lives go down in vain … "

It's that gun again, pointed straight at Lei Meng'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 guys anymore … Do you hear me? Don't force me! "Let's start rowing now, immediately!"

Molière was a madman with bloodshot eyes. His hands were trembling so much that even he himself could not guarantee whether he would lose his temper in the next second.

Lei Meng did not dare to argue anymore, he carefully picked up the broken wooden paddle and smiled, "Okay, okay, okay... I'll listen to you, I'll listen to you … "I'll row the boat right now …"

The tense atmosphere eased a little, and the boat began to struggle through the waves again. At this moment, another subordinate, who had been silent all this time, spoke up.

"Sir!" Can you give us something to eat? I remember there was a lot of sugar in the supplies. "We really don't have any stamina left. Let's just add a little sugar, we can still draw a little faster this way …"

Molière looked at the tired white face in front of him and knew that this request was completely reasonable. Finally, he put down the gun, turned around and pulled his pocket back.

Just when he thought it was safe, and just as he was about to dig out the supplies, Lei Meng made his move. "That damned madman …"

With a crisp smack, the meter long 20 cm wide thick wooden board directly smashed onto Molière's head. When the wooden board for the oar was already soaked with seawater, it was also extremely heavy and tough, this move was truly ruthless.

If it was played in slow motion, you could definitely see the moment when the wooden board smacked his face. Molière's entire face was twisted and his back teeth made a cracking sound that only he could hear, as fresh blood gushed out from his gums like water from a spring.

Molière didn't even have time to make a sound before he was struck down on the boat. At the moment, Lei Meng was already in a rage.

"Bastard!" If not for you, our France would not have been humiliated time and time again! "

"Damned bastard, if it wasn't for your crazy hatred, we wouldn't have fallen into your trap!"

"A cold-blooded killer. I let Arnold follow you for five whole years, loyal and devoted. You actually want to kill him!?" Are you still human!? "

He scolded them one after another until another intelligence officer saved his arm. "Lei Meng! Enough, Lei Meng! Don't fight anymore, the pirate ship is here, let's look around first! "

As he raised his head to look, he saw a two-story tall ship approaching. The countless pirates on the deck were all pointing their guns at them.

The two of them did not dare to hesitate and quickly raised their hands in surrender, shouting in indecent Chinese, "We are British sailors in distress! We are English... "Please save me, I can give you all our money!"

Lei Meng muttered while shouting, "Just say that we are British sailors, don't reveal our identities, let's see if we can deceive them …"

After all, they were born in the intelligence officer. They hated Molière but they still loved him. They still remembered their mission and they wanted to bring back that information, even if it was just dictating it once.