The battle on the deck did not last long, and the resistance of the pirates in the ship was more fragile than Nie Chen imagined. After a few times of fire-fried bean-like muskets, the following hand-to-hand combat stopped after only two quarters of an hour.

Blood dripped from the gaps in the deck and flowed down from the ceiling of the bottom cabin in a series. The scarlet color had cruel beauty under the moonlight.

This scene was shocking. People who had not experienced the killing would almost faint when they saw it. The meat tickets huddled in the corner of the wall naturally did not dare to move. Even Nie Chen and the other two closed their mouths and did not dare to say anything.

When the screams and angrily stopped at the same time, there was a silence on the iron fence, and there were words coming down. In desperation, Nie Chen and others did not understand.

".........................." Nie Chen, who listened carefully, always felt that although he could not hear clearly, he was very familiar.

Zheng Yiguan couldn't help but discuss, "It seems that the top is over. Am I going to wait here?"

"Even if you are not a navy, you will never be a bad guy."

"Go up and take a look."

"Will someone be treated as a pirate?"

"We can avoid misunderstandings by yelling first and identifying our identity."

The three of them felt that it was safe to do this, so Zheng Mang, who had a loud voice, stood on the wooden ladder, and his breath pressure on his Dantian shouted.

"Help! Help!"

After a few shouts, many people surrounded him and a few iron pipes stretched out from between the iron fences.

That is the muzzle of the long-handled bird gun.

Nie Chen and others were so scared that they hurriedly retreated. Zheng Mang shouted in vain: "We are good people, not pirates!"

With a "slam", the sharp axe split the lock on the iron railing, and someone shouted in a stiff tone: "Come up, hold your head in your hand!"

Nie Chen thought about it and whispered a few words to Zheng Yiguan. Zheng Yiguan nodded, and grabbed a few trembling meat tickets with Zheng Mang, kicking their butts up.

The meat tickets struggled hard, but Zheng Mang was extremely powerful, Zheng Yiguan was ruthless, and after a beaten man, he became obedient.

After the meat tickets went out, they didn't hear the terrible cry. Only then did Nie Chen and the other two follow him on the deck with confidence, the fat man followed behind timidly.

As soon as the hatch came out of the bottom, a fresh air came to my face with the smell of sea salt. The bright moon shone on the seaside. The breeze swayed in the dark night sky background. The bright stars lit up like pearls hanging on the curtain, illuminating the sky, earth and sea as bright as daytime.

He took a deep breath and washed away the turbid air between his chest and lungs. Before Nie Chen could see the scene around him clearly, a few iron spears were handed to him.

"The method of killing wood with a sac!"

"Sena God!"

The spear tip carries blood beads, reflecting the moonlight in the sky, and it is extremely sharp.

The spear was holding a group of strong soldiers wearing waist-length leather armor, wearing high-ridge helmets, and their skin color was darker than the darkest sluts and yachts on the coast of China. They were almost integrated with the night color, with only their eyes and teeth glowing fairly.

Black soldiers!

Speaking in Portuguese!

Nie Chen instinctively raised his hands and squatted down obediently.

Zheng Yiguan and other meat tickets were at a loss and stared at the spear in a daze, they couldn't understand.

Nie Chen winked at the Zheng brothers and asked them to follow their actions so that the group of people could follow suit and squat down.

The black soldiers saw the group of guys in slutches obediently squatting down, and they were obviously relieved and took back their sharp spears.

"Brother Nie, do you understand the words of the red-haired ghost?" Zheng Yiguan squatted beside Nie Chen, and couldn't help but ask secretly in surprise: "Which private school teaches?"

Nie Chen was glad that the Portuguese language he chose when he was studying in the second year of college was changed, but he still remembered some common uses, but he couldn't explain this to Zheng Yiguan, so he shut up and refused to answer.

He looked out and saw that next to the pirate ship was a large three-masted ship with a pointed head and square tail, a hole in the muzzle in the bulwark, and a Spanish king flag was flying in the wind at the top.

In the 17th century, Portugal was annexed by Spain, and the two countries were merged into one. It was not until a hundred years later, so it was not surprising that Portugal ships hang the Spanish king flag.

But why are there Portuguese warships on the coast of Daming? Where is this?

Before he could figure it out, he saw the black soldiers stopping. A blond white man wearing a chain mail and a big red tweed coat came over. He stared at Nie Chen and others in surprise, and raised it up with the long sword in his hand.

Nie Chen stood up obediently and did not dare to resist. After all, there were a few soldiers holding bird guns next to the white man.

"You, pirates?" the white officer shouted rudely in Chinese, pointing the long sword in his hand at the group of people.

Nie Chen and others were locked in the bottom cabin for a long time, covered in dust and clothes, looking no different from pirates.

"No, no, I'm not, they are!" A fat man jumped up and pointed at Nie Chen and shouted at the white people: "I am a good citizen, they are pirates. They stole my jade. If they don't believe it, search their bodies. The jade is still on them!"

"Huh?" The white officer pointed his sword and looked at Nie Chen and others. The fat businessman said too quickly, and he didn't understand it very much, but he still understood the general meaning.

Several bird guns and a dozen spears immediately aimed at Nie Chen and the other two's heads.

Zheng Yiguan and Zheng Mang both sweated coldly, and Yu was in Zheng Yiguan's pocket. Unexpectedly, the fat man framed and accused him in order to regain Meiyu. Now even though he was a hundred people, he could not argue. The two of them shook their hands around, but they didn't know how to explain.

"I cry from the door!"

Nie Chen raised his neck and shouted loudly, in Portuguese.

The audience became quiet, and everyone's eyes were focused on Nie Chen.

The fat man was shocked. He couldn't understand what Nie Chen was saying, but he instinctively felt something was wrong, so he jumped even harder. If it weren't for the two black spearmen stopping him, the fat man would have jumped to the white man.

"Chinese, do you understand our language?" The blonde white man held his long sword on the deck, and asked in unskilled Chinese with a little surprise.

"I understand a little, but not much." Nie Chen answered honestly. He felt that there was no need to lie at this time.

He was also a little surprised that this white man could speak Chinese.

The white officer glanced at the silly fat businessman with suspicion and asked Nie Chen sternly in Portuguese: "He is lying?"

"Yes, he is the pirate. You came to hide in the bottom cabin when you got on the boat. We are all people who were plundered by pirates. If you don't believe it, you can search his valley, and there must be stolen treasures hidden inside!" Nie Chen calmly answered in Portuguese.

The words in this paragraph are all thought of by wise men, and Nie Chen doesn't know how he can speak them. He has never used them after graduating from college and is almost forgotten.

The white officer nodded and turned around and gave a few instructions to the black people. The black people rushed up and pressed the fat man to the ground.

The fat man screamed like a pig. After a while, the black soldiers came over with a few pieces of jade. The white officer smelled it and turned his head in disgust.

"Since it's a pirate, throw it into the sea." He ordered, and the black soldiers raised the fat man neatly, and a beautiful parabola passed by. The fat man cried in the air for a few times and then disappeared.

Nie Chen looked at this scene and his eyelids jumped involuntarily.

I was a little uncomfortable when I used a knife to kill someone for the first time.

"Who are you?" the white man moved a wooden barrel and sat down, and continued to ask in Portuguese.

Nie Chen tried his best to use words that he could recall, and his body language concisely explained the identities of himself, Zheng Yiguan and others. He danced and heard the white officer frowned into the character Sichuan.

The Zheng brothers stared at Nie Chen with their eyes, feeling that he was wiggling and gurgling, as if he was dancing to a great god.

Fortunately, the Portuguese officer actually understood it, and the expression on his face gradually became kinder from iron plate. Finally, he inserted his sword into the scabbard at his waist and waved his hand to let the black spearman retreat.

"Mr. Nie, you are very lucky. We are Portuguese Royal Armed Merchant Ship. The pirate ship is dark and ignorant. We have just defeated us when we try to rob the ship. If we hadn't met us, you would have been sold to Batavia as slaves." Seeing Nie Chen and others like beggars, the white officer ordered some freshwater to eat, and said to Nie Chen: "My name is Ruo Pedro. According to your habit, you can call me Pedro."

"Thank you." Nie Chen took a few sips of water and moist throat, and asked while gnawing on a piece of cake: "Mr. Pedro, what will you do with us?"

"We are a merchant ship from Manila to Macau. It is only fifteen nautical miles away from Macau. You can follow us to Macau. When you get there, you can ask your Chinese yamen for help and return to your home." After confirming the identity of Nie Chen and others of the Ming people, Pedro seemed very friendly and answered patiently.

After Nie Chen told the answer to other meat tickets, a cheer suddenly rang out. The people who thought they were dead kowtowed to Pedro and thanked him one after another. Pedro looked at this scene in a daze, not very clear about the way these people expressed their gratitude.

The Portuguese were friendly to Nie Chen and others, and treated pirates differently.

The black spear soldiers were in front and the white bird gunman was behind. He searched the pirate ship thoroughly, grabbed a few guys who were hiding, knelt in a row with the captured pirates on the edge of the deck, and then beheaded one by one. The sharp axe simply chopped off one head after another, as if a tree stump was cut off, and the corpses were thrown directly into the sea, hidden in the waves, without even seeing their shadows.

After cleaning up the pirates, the Portuguese merchant ship dragged the pirate ship that could still sail behind and sailed at night. Nie Chen and others were sent to the merchant ship. After the disaster, everyone was very moved. The meat tickets were very clear that the fat man was not a pirate, but no one pointed it out, but the eyes of Nie Chen were a little afraid.

On the sea and sky line, the dawn slowly showed its head, and the sunrise on the sea was particularly magnificent. A sudden sun was born and jumped out of the sea. The red glow was shining everywhere in the sky, coating the surging waves with a layer of golden light. The clouds seemed to be pierced by an invisible sword, sprinkling the rays of glow from it, and gradually the entire sea was filled with rippling golden light.

The Zheng brothers stood in a corner of the Portuguese merchant ship with Nie Chen in their arms. Although they were naked in April, they didn't feel cold.

Nie Chen looked at the clouds and Canglang ahead, and his heart was filled with all kinds of feelings. His father jumped into the sea. Guangdong could not go to. Let's go back to Nanzhili. The journey was long and there was no money. How could he go back?

When he thought of this, he felt a big headache, and only felt that his future was vague and nowhere was his hometown. He cursed that this time travel was really a scam.

"These red-haired ghost hands are very hot." Zheng Mang sighed behind Nie Chen's back to Pedro's decisiveness in killing people, and smashed them to his tongue: "I heard from my uncles that the red-haired ghosts are rampant in Southeast Asia, very powerful. Today I saw the real person and realized that this is true!"

He was a rough man, so he naturally didn't know how to read the words and demeanor. His brother Zheng Yiguan was different. Seeing that Nie Chen was worried, he guessed it a little bit and said, "Do you have nowhere to go? Why don't you go to Macau with our brothers to join my uncle. My uncle Huang Cheng is doing business in Macau. This time we went there with him. When we settle down, how can I find a way to go home? As long as we have our brothers to eat for a meal in Macau, we will never let Brother Nie be hungry."

Nie Chen performed amazingly this time. To some extent, the lives of the Zheng brothers were saved by him. He was grateful for his kindness, so naturally the three of them became closer.

Nie Chen thought about it and said that Macau should be the Portuguese territory at this time. The red-haired ghost rented this land from the Ming court for about a hundred years. It was the time when the trade road was open. It was better to spend some money here and make some money than begging all the way back.

After thinking for a while, he did not refuse, bowed deeply to the Zheng brothers and said, "Thank you, if you don't bother, I'll bother you."
Chapter completed!