The thief of the fortress dominates the world

Chapter 609

After all, Smith is not so thick-skinned as to be shameless.

Cannibalizing others, using others, and taking other people's money, and now they want to use him, but he is cowardly and wants to run away. Naturally, he feels a little embarrassed in his heart.

Now that Zheng Zhilong has shown such generosity, he naturally has to give face.

Zheng Zhilong asked for the food and wine to be brought up, and the father and son and Smith mingled together in the room.

Zheng Zhilong wanted to persuade him to drink, and Smith felt ashamed, and basically he would not refuse anyone who came.Before they knew it, both of them drank too much. Smith lay down on the table, humming a folk song from his hometown indiscriminately.

Zheng Zhilong was also drunk and hazy, leaning on the back of the chair and looking unconscious.

Zheng Sen is a junior, so he naturally does the job of serving wine.

At this time, seeing that Smith was drinking too much, a cold light flashed in his eyes, he gently pushed Smith and called out: "General Smith, General Smith..."

Smith responded indiscriminately, and fell asleep after a while, even snoring.

"General Smith, wake up, wake up, there's still a lot of wine." Zheng Sen pushed again, but Smith was still sound asleep and didn't respond at all.

Zheng Sen stopped, and lightly poked his father Zheng Zhilong with his hand. Zheng Zhilong's hazy drunken eyes suddenly opened, and his eyes were so clear that he didn't look drunk at all.

Zheng Sen nodded to his father, Zheng Zhilong pushed Smith again, and said in a vague manner: "Get up and drink, keep drinking..."

Smith was still fast asleep, still unresponsive.

Zheng Zhilong smiled slightly, and returned to his drunken, unconscious look.

"Hey, Steven, General Smith drank too much, help him to rest." Zheng Sen got up and went outside to call Smith's orderly, Steven.

Steven went over to push Smith and found that he was indeed drunk. He frowned and said, "The general seldom drinks, but he got drunk today. Zheng, your father seems to be drunk too."

Zheng Sen shrugged like the British and said, "Yes, I have to help my father go back. General Smith will take care of you."

Steven shrugged and said, "Of course it's my job. But thank you for the wine and meat. It's delicious. I haven't eaten such delicious food for a long time. I really hope I can eat it more often."

Zheng Sen said with a mysterious smile: "You're welcome, we always have to be more generous to friends who are about to leave."

Steven didn't understand the other meaning of this sentence, smiled and muttered and helped Smith walk to the inner room.

Zheng Sen helped the "drunk" Zheng Zhilong staggered out, looked around casually, and whispered: "Smith is indeed drunk. When shall we do it?"

It gets dark very early in winter, and it's already dusk at this time. In addition, the weather has been gloomy for the past few days, so it gets dark earlier.

"There's no rush, wait until it's completely dark." Zheng Zhilong said in a low voice with his eyes still closed.

Zheng Sen stopped talking, and helped his "drunk" father walk to the gate of the camp. The British soldiers on duty at the gate looked at them and smiled kindly.

Although they didn't drink because they were on duty, they still ate the dishes. Zhongzhou delicacies made them very fond of them, so they liked Zheng and his son even more.

Zheng Sen greeted them, helped Zheng Zhilong out of the camp gate, and boarded a carriage parked outside the gate.

The carriage started and slowly walked down the mountain.

The British camp chose to be built on a low mountain with prominent terrain. First, it occupied the commanding heights and was easy to defend but difficult to attack.Because there is too much rain in the southeastern region, building on a higher elevation can effectively prevent flooding.

But there are both advantages and disadvantages. Although this dwarf mountain is low, the only way down the mountain is the road in front of the mountain.

Behind the mountain is a steep cliff, and below the cliff is a river.

As soon as Zheng Zhilong got into the car, he immediately sat up, his eyes clear.

"Sen'er, you should understand by now. The British are simply unreliable. As the saying goes, people who are not of our race will have a different heart. No matter how powerful the external force is, it is also an external force. It can only be relied on, but it cannot be regarded as relying on. If you want to Really strong, you have to rely on yourself."

Zheng Zhilong looked at his son and said in a deep voice.

Zheng Sen nodded silently. He did have a strong illusion about the British before, thinking that the British would help them train a strong and elite firearms unit and sell their excellent weapons to them.

With the excellent firearms of the British and a powerful firearms force trained by the British, their Zheng family really has the strength to compete in the world.

Then why Jiang Chuan was able to rise up from outside the pass, destroy the Manchu Qing, enter the capital, seize power, and defeat Li Zicheng? Isn't it because of the better firearms than others?
If our Zheng family also has these, we can have the strength to compete with him.

But all the facts in the past six months have proved his naivety and naivety, the British are really unreliable, and their willingness to help the Zheng family is also out of their own ambitions.

The most embarrassing proof is that right now, when their Zheng family is suffering the worst crisis in history, the British, who are their allies, want to run away, which undoubtedly slaps Zheng Sen in the face heavily.

Fortunately, his father's mind is still clear.

Zheng Sen grabbed the British high military cap he was wearing and threw it in the carriage, bowed his head and said sincerely: "Father, I know I was wrong. If our Zheng family can survive this crisis this time, the child will definitely concentrate on it. You will not be disappointed again."

Zheng Zhilong nodded gratifiedly and said, "It's good that you understand." But he was lamenting in his heart. If the Zheng family couldn't simply hand over everything in their hands this time, they might not even be able to save their lives, let alone other things.

Although the one in Beijing is young, his wrist is very tough.

The father and son stopped talking, the carriage rattled and drove slowly down the mountain.

Soon at the foot of the mountain, the carriage stopped. The coachman looked around, put his fingers in his mouth and made a clear whistle, three long and two short.

Soon, many figures emerged from the woods on both sides, and one of them was Yao Dahai.

Zheng Zhilong stepped out of the carriage and said to Yao Dahai: "Are you all ready?"

Yao Dahai said in a low voice: "Boss Zheng, don't worry. We are going to avenge Boss Pi, and everything is well prepared. We have prepared more than 100 barrels of tung oil alone, and everything else is also ready. How are you doing?" ?”

Zheng Zhilong nodded and said: "That's good. The British are already drunk by me. Although there are still a few sentries, it shouldn't affect the big things. Wait until it's completely dark before you act. I will send someone to meet you."

After hearing this, Yao Dahai nodded heavily, then turned his head and shouted to the crowd behind him in a low voice: "Brothers, you heard me, let's act when it gets dark. It's time to avenge Boss Pi."

"Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!" The crowd waved all kinds of weapons and roared in low voices.

Seeing this scene, an inexplicable look flashed in Zheng Zhilong's eyes, and then quickly disappeared, and he sat back in the carriage and drove out of the mountain.

(End of this chapter)