59.
After Fang Tinglan left last night, Hai Lian realized that he forgot to ask him what was in the iron box he brought. Fortunately, two days later, he not only saw that thing, but also touched it up close.
Two days later, this Northern Desert expert named "Tu Mo" not only did not arouse the suspicion of Fecona's group, but even took the place where the captain should have been. Stand beside Fecna and discuss with him the things on the lost "Book of Ji Guang Huang Yun". Fortunately, the captain has been very preoccupied these days, smoking a pipe after another, and he is happy not to go to the Poseidon to join in the fun. The captain ran away from duty, and Hailian was left alone, so he continued to wander around the island alone—unfortunately, the first officer probably greeted the patrol team, and every time he wanted to get closer to the cave, he would be caught by this group Drive to the other side.
Early this morning, the companions on the Banshee made an appointment to hunt deer in the depths of the deserted island. Hailian didn't bother to join in the fun, so he went for a swim near the port. When he threw the sixth stone, Fei Ke Na's men came to a clearing with a pile of wooden targets and the huge iron box.
Hai Lian also saw Fang Tinglan as expected. He still had the unshaven look, and he talked with Fecna while walking: "... Although this thing is sophisticated inside and troublesome to maintain, it is good to operate. It's extremely simple, even people who have never touched a firecracker can easily get started. It's not very useful just to say it, so we might as well find someone to try it."
As he said, he looked around and happened to see Hailian on the shore: "Hey, young man, come here."
young people? Hai Lian gritted his teeth when he heard this name, but walked over as he said.
"Can you use firecrackers?"
"Won't."
"I guess you can't, because you are the only one around here who doesn't have a short firearm. What, you are a low-level sailor?" Fang Tinglan smiled deliberately.
Hailian couldn't help but glared at him: "You are the inferior—"
"He is a crew member of the Banshee next door, and the Banshee is better at hand-to-hand combat. It is different from our Poseidon." Fecna interrupted, and he waved his hand, "Stop talking nonsense, let him try it. "
When the captain gave an order, the men holding wooden targets lined up the targets one by one at intervals, and stuck them into the ground, and Fang Tinglan also lifted "that thing" out of the iron box.
This thing looks weird. At first glance, it looks like a long firecracker on an iron platform, but it is different from ordinary firecrackers. At least the barrel of the firecracker is not as big as it is, and there is no disc. Something like that is attached to the side of the trigger. Fang Tinglan placed it on the ground, tested how firm it was, and motioned for Hailian to come over: "Come, hold it."
"How?" Hai Lian knelt down halfway, put his left hand on the trigger, "Is that so?"
Fang Tinglan shook his head, he walked behind Hailian and leaned forward, then raised Hailian's arm with one hand: "That's it."
The two were in the same shape at this time, and Fang Tinglan could wrap his arms around each other's waist as long as he lowered his arms. When he lowered his eyes, he could almost see a small salt crystal hanging on the eyelashes of the little pirate who kept blinking out of curiosity and nervousness.
Fang Tinglan suddenly wanted to kiss the other person's cheek which was close at hand.
"Tomorrow at noon..." In order to divert his erratic thoughts, the man simply lowered his voice and chatted about business, "Fecna will break out and return to Sand Ghost Bay."
Hailian didn't expect him to mention this inexplicably at this time, and couldn't help but startled: "You want me to do it?"
"It's not the time yet. Cough, anyway... just wait for my news." Fang Tinglan pressed Hailian's wrist, causing him to lower his weight a little bit, "Look, the quasi-center is here, put it at the same level as your eyes , aim for a good target."
When he spoke, the heat from his breath mixed with the cool sea breeze, lingering back and forth beside Hailian's ear. Although Fang Tinglan had teased Fang Tinglan a few days ago, his speech now smelled like sheep, but the other party did not have any weird smell. In the face of powder and dirt, fish and blood, Hai Lian felt a little dazed.
Sure enough, he is a Dongzhou native from a good family. Helian thought.
Just such a mistake, the man behind finally whispered: "Shoot."
The moment he pulled the trigger, Hai Lian seemed to be pushed hard by something, and he almost slammed back uncontrollably. Fortunately, Fang Tinglan's other hand had already held him down. shoulder. There were endless explosions in my ears, wave after wave more violent than firecrackers in spring and torrential rain in summer; the violent tremors from the index finger struck the limbs and bones along every inch of nerves, and Hai Lian's tooth roots were shattered. He was rattled by the shock, and he felt that he was going to fall apart at any moment, but this thin skeleton that was almost torn apart was firmly pressed back by the hand on the shoulder.
"I'm here." There seemed to be a voice saying to him amidst the deafening roar.
It's not a pretty scene at all. This is not the love legend that O'Brien told about, nor is it like when my father led me to step on the stakes when I was a child. As for the blind eagle Ag, his bastard teacher would only hit him on the head with a dagger handle. The muzzle of the gun was clearly on fire, the shell casings were bouncing around, and the row of wooden targets in front of him was riddled with holes and debris flying—this man was clearly granting him the skills of slaughter and the power of death.
Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang! …
Then what am I panicking about
Hailian had difficulty breathing, and could hardly tell whether it was the sound of gunfire or the sound of his own rapid heartbeat.
Fang Tinglan let go of Hailian's shoulder until all the ammunition in the magazine was empty. When Hailian let go of the trigger, a thin layer of sweat had formed on his back, and his index finger was still trembling uncontrollably.
Fang Tinglan's expression was apologetic: "I forgot to remind you that this thing is a horse with a strong recoil. It was my negligence."
Hai Lian waved at him and took a deep breath: "It's okay. I don't need you to support me next time."
"Okay." Fang Tinglan asked, "How do you feel now?"
"Ear hurts, hands numb." Hai Lian said truthfully.
The other party laughed loudly. He originally wanted to touch the other party's aching ear, but everyone in Fecona not far away was still staring at him. Finally, he retracted his palm restrainedly. The man gave Hailian a deep look for the last time, then turned around, and said loudly to Fekona: "This is the Lianyu blunderbuss recorded in "Auspicious Light and Yellow Clouds". Yanaka has been wiped away by skilled craftsmen, leaving only this incomparable amazing power. I believe that as long as you have ten rain guns, your army will be invincible on the battlefield in the future, and you Everything you want, it can take back for you."
Fang Tinglan saluted Fecona, "So, can you believe my sincerity?"
Fecona's gaze shifted from the bushy beard of the North Deserter to Hailian's red knuckles, and finally turned to the mess in front of him. The human-shaped wooden targets had long since lost their human form, and they were scattered all over the ground, showing how violently they had been attacked in an instant.
The man squinted his eyes, and almost saw through this mess the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood in the future.
"What I want..." Fecna spoke the words softly, in Dongzhou dialect. His first mate opened his mouth in surprise, then quickly shut it again.
"What I want most, it can't help me take it back," Fecona said slowly, "But it's okay to use it to take revenge on those who took away what I want most."
Fang Tinglan saluted deeply, and his words were also meaningful: "Then I wish the general his wish.