I'm a pirate at the end of Ming Dynasty

It is not difficult to determine where Liu Xiang came ashore. On the contrary, it is very simple. The day before yesterday, he sent Xu Bengao a general defense and drill map. A little check of his route to patrol the countryside can deduce the direction of their attack.

Besides, if you don't push back, how could the location be any different? Since they landed near Songjiang, how could Liu Xiang or Xu Bengao let go of Zheng Zhipeng's newly built manor outside Songjiang City, so they found it early The place was ambushed.

But the location is easy to find, but the time is difficult to determine.

Although from Liu Xiang's point of view, the Zheng family's boat is wandering along the coast. After Zheng Zhilong reorganizes Zhong Bin, he will definitely go south to fight with him. The longer he delays here, the more likely he will be discovered. The greater the chance, the advantage of a sneak attack will no longer exist. But on a specific day, unless you are a god who can pinch and calculate, you can only wait and wait. In the blink of an eye, three days have passed.

For three days, Zheng Zhipeng led more than 4000 Xiangyong and 800 Yicong to lie in wait on two small hillsides. They took turns sending people to use binoculars to stare at the situation on the sea. It was not to mention how miserable those days were. Forced.

During the day, especially at noon, when the sun shines it feels like it is drying you out. But at night, the dew is as heavy as light rain. You can feel your butt getting wet when you sit under a tree root. The soil, not to mention the mosquitoes, rats and ants, if they didn't light a few bundles of mugwort, they would probably be bitten to death by mosquitoes every night.

He had enough dry food with him, but he didn't dare to use fire. The hard cakes could be used as bricks. Zheng Zhipeng tried it when he was bored, and he actually let him use the cakes to break open a pair. Walnuts, Zheng Zhipeng had to eat and live with his brothers for the sake of military morale. Now he felt that his stomach was about to rebel. This was naturally nothing intolerable to the villagers who did not have enough to eat on weekdays, but Zheng Zhipeng's pampered How can the small intestines and stomach bear it?

There is also drinking water.

There is a small river on the mountain, but since he doesn't even make a fire to eat, he doesn't bother to light a fire to boil water. If Zheng Zhipeng insists on being special, it will only look like he is pretentious, but not beautiful.

In desperation, Zheng Zhipeng could only stretch his neck to receive water, like an animal. He didn't know how many microorganisms and bacteria he had eaten in his stomach in three days. He even drank a small one in his mouth without paying attention. The larger shrimp, which is about the size of sweet shrimp sashimi in Japanese food, clamped tightly on his tongue and couldn't be pulled away no matter how hard it was pulled. His tongue was now swollen and his speech was a bit unclear. , which greatly affected his glorious image.

But these are nothing compared to loneliness.

The first day was fine. After all, there were a lot of people. As long as we didn’t make too much noise and spoke in a normal tone, it was fine. Everyone, you could ask me and I would ask you and chat about some of my parents’ shortcomings. Time would always be enough. Get through it.

But on the second day, the comrades around them had all they could talk about, and they had nothing to talk about. Zheng Zhipeng did not allow them to play cards and gamble on the mountain, so most of them stopped talking and watched birds in the sky and birds on the ground. Bugs, it looks like it lasts all day long. If these days continue for a few more days, people will probably go crazy.

Another day as dusk approached, Zheng Zhipeng was bored, holding a martial arts scripture in his hand that he was always reading, but he kept playing with a broken dogtail grass in his hand. He couldn't finish reading a page for a long time, but instead typed several times. A yawn.

This environment and atmosphere are really not suitable for studying.

Zheng Zhiyan was lying on Zheng Zhipeng's body like a boneless body, using a dagger to cut dry food that was harder than turning her head, and she was weakly complaining without any meaning.

"Is Liu Xiang coming or not? Isn't he not coming? Fourth brother, I haven't eaten meat for many days. I really can't eat this broken cake."

As she said that, Zheng Zhiyan took out her dagger and stabbed it several times as if to vent her anger, muttering: "Meat~meat~I want to eat meat."

Zheng Zhipeng smiled and caught an unknown species of insect that was about half the size of a hand from nowhere. He cut off the head with a knife and said, "You can eat it after cutting off the head. The chicken tastes crunchy and crunchy."

"........."

The two brothers chatted and amused each other. After a while, Zheng Zhiyan had replaced the dagger for cutting the cake with an axe, and chopped the cake into fine pieces.

"Fourth Master!~Fourth Master! It's coming, it's coming, it's coming!"

From a distance, a man ran over like a madman and yelled.

"What's coming?"

"Ship! The ship is coming, it seems Liu Xiang is here!"

After hearing this, Zheng Zhipeng raised his legs and walked away. He ran over at a slightly sloping foot. He grabbed the telescope from the lookout hand and looked at it. He saw a few rather ferocious boats swaying on the sea level in the distance. Getting closer, it looks more like a realistic oil painting in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"One cang boat, six centipede boats, and the rest are all eagle boats. There are no perennial sand boats in the north and south of the Yangtze River. They must be from the south. In all likelihood, they are Liu Xiang's vanguard. We won the bet!"

Zheng Zhiyan also grabbed the telescope and looked at it, and said: "It's not a ship from Fujian. My eldest brother has been imitating the Dutch red-haired ghost's plywood ship in recent years (that is, a copycat version of the Galen ship). Most of the ships from Fujian and Fujian are affected by With this influence, it is impossible for such a large fleet to have no ships at all. They can only be from Guangdong, and [-]% of them are Liu Xiang's people."

Zheng Zhipeng felt more stable after hearing this, and a hot passion instantly filled his chest. It was the passion for entrepreneurship.

It's impossible to say he's not nervous. After all, he hasn't even killed anyone in theory, let alone commanding a battle. His opponent is the famous Japanese pirate Liu Xiang, but the passion in his chest is supporting him. , instead of panicking, his whole body seemed to be on fire. He licked his chapped lips, and his legs were trembling. Although they kept shaking, they were not soft after all.

"Yan Yingyuan!"

"The little guy is here."

"Lead the local volunteers and lay an ambush on the mountainside. You can go up when you think you should. The others must obey orders and not disobey."

"The villain obeys"

"Sixth brother, you lead our followers and go down the mountain to ambush on both sides of the reeds. You have to move quickly."

"Yes."

"Kinichiemon!"

"exist!"

"Lead the ronin under you, follow me, and meet them head-on."