In fact, Lin Manjue knew that what Lin Xiao wanted to ask the most was not why this war was.

What he wanted to ask was why it was them, why it was them who had turned from farmers into village warriors and from village warriors into camp soldiers.

They are not those born in military households and pursue merits and glory. They are neither glorious nor glorious in their army. They are just so ordinary that they cannot stand the bandits' troubles for years. Even if they have a little chance to avoid war, they bribe the bandit leader in order to avoid war, and to please the county magistrates for protection, they have tried it.

All the roads were not accessible, and there was no way. They had settled down in their homes with no surplus grain and land, and they were forced to carry their weapons to resist. Some young young people even joined the army because they had no money to ask for their wives, so they put their heads on their backs because of a promise.

Even now, most of them want nothing more than saving some money, buying some land and a cow, and never going to the battlefield for the rest of their lives.

In the end, Lin Manjue did not cut enough wood for his fallen troops to make coffins. It was not that he didn't want to do it. He tried to lead the fleet to dock in the shallows four times at night, but there was too much wood needed, so they had only made several coffins, and the corpses began to rot.

There was no other way. Later, for more than half a month, his subordinates weaved ropes at sea, using shirts and pants that had been stripped off from Spanish soldiers and the palms on the island to make not so tough ropes.

The wood they picked was not enough to make a coffin, but the deck was enough to nail the shark boat's gun window. A 200-material shark boat was used as a large coffin, dragged by four other shark boats, and the sail slowly floated on the sea.

Chen Mu said that the corpse would have a plague. Lin Manjue didn't even dare to keep the soldiers who were manipulating the ships, so he simply floated slowly in the eastern waters of the island. From time to time, he looked at the island with a telescope from time to time. As long as he could still see the outline, he would feel at ease.

The remaining four shark boats were still in the wild, and the water and food were gradually decreasing. The enemy's defenses on all sides of the island coast were enough to guard them. It became increasingly difficult to sneak up on the island. The land was clearly there, but they could not go up, and the remaining supplies were not enough for them to return to Luzon.

Everything is in a dilemma.

On one night at the beginning of the third month of their landing on the island, a small shark boat cut the ropes and ran away with the water and food on the boat. Lin Manjue, who was worried about sleeping at night, found out when they were about to leave, but he did not make any noise, but just watched his shark boat leave with more than 40 subordinates.

He had expected this.

He didn't know where those subordinates would go, nor did he know whether they could survive. At this moment, this didn't matter.

The endless sea swallowed time and space and destroyed all firm beliefs. Lin Manjue no longer believed that he could really survive. Although they still ate and drank daily, it seemed that God reminded them in another way that they should die.

The rest of the sailors always fought over trivial matters, and his ship was bleeding, but he did not stop his subordinates like he did in the past, and even watched them get bloody and beaten to the point of being beaten.

Nothing mattered. He counted seventeen dry ears in his waist bag, and only one thought was left in his mind - he wanted to take revenge before he died.

Revenge for those who are already dead and those who are about to die.

Lin Manjue, who was planning carefully, always stared at Guam with his red blood-filled eyes. His straight eyes made everyone feel terrible, especially when he nervously ordered the helmsman to slowly approach Guam from all directions in the darkness, and then turned around before he was about to be discovered and hid again in the deep night.

Such rumors were spread on the three shark boats, and Lin Ba, whom they respected, was already crazy.

A man who is not crazy will not take a small boat to board a shark boat that is used as a coffin at night, and will come back by himself after a while.

He would not ask the sailors who had been hunters on the island over and over again to draw the river they found, and would give him a punch and kick if he was dissatisfied.

This is more worrying than the fact that the water and food are getting less and the heavy losses in the war are even more worrying to the crew.

People don’t know and never thought about what the belief that supports Lin Manjue is, but people know that the belief that supports their fighting on this island is and is always Lin Manjue.

"It's only ten days to drink water, and only six days to eat."

The crew members' mental state was recorded in notes. Lin Xiao closed the thick leather book and stacked it on the table with a book of lyrics and music. Turning his head to look at the sergeant who had returned from counting the water and food. The young old man called a scholar murmured with his lips: "You must go ashore once and take some danger."

"It only takes three posts, two days to bypass the enemy's posts, find river caves, three hundred water capsules and some meat."

They only had ninety-six people left, and the two shark boats were not full of woven, and they had this water and bat meat... Lin Xiao calculated that it was enough for them to hold on for four or five days.

Speaking of which, Lin Xiao is much more optimistic than Lin Manjue. He doesn’t have that much pressure, so he is naturally relaxed. He calculated that it has been more than three months since Zeng Xishun returned. Even if an accident occurs, three months is enough for the commander to send troops. Now the Nanyang Fleet should be on the way.

They only need to hold on for a few more days.

It’s not that Lin Xiao thought they were too important. Guam was the frontier position of the Western Barbarians, and the enemy was constantly gathering here. This ordinary small island has become a place where military strategists must fight for, and no one has room to retreat.

“Yes, you have to go ashore once!”

When Lin Xiao told his uncle what he thought, the answer to him was Lin Manjue's almost fanatical face, which made Lin Xiao a little worried. He looked at Lin Manjue's eyes and asked carefully: "Uncle, how many days have you not slept?"

Lin Manjue waved his hands almost bluntly, and arranged a sketched topographic map from the messy table. He slapped his hands on it and pointed at several places along the coast and said, "There are only a hundred defenders in these three places. We will wipe out them in one fell swoop. We will pile their bodies into the boat. Four days, only four days."

Lin Manjue's eyes seemed to be dripping from bleeding. He raised his four fingers and looked straight at Lin Xiao with aggressive eyes, "Four Days of Fructus, the official army said that Fructus has plague, and the epidemic follows the water. Before death, I can throw them into the river."

"Three hundred lives, I want them to pay back three thousand lives!" Lin Manjue clenched his fists and suddenly let go, got up and walked out of the cabin, "I want to find thirty, no, fifty people, the remaining water and food are enough for you to take them to Luzon. As long as there are not these fifty people, you can go home, I'll go--"

Bang!

Just as Lin Manjue was about to walk out of the cabin door, Lin Xiao rushed out behind him. The two broke through the cabin door and fell on the deck. Lin Xiao shouted: "Press up your uncle and tie it up! He is going to seek death!"

At first, the sailors on the ship didn't dare to move. When they heard that Lin Manjue was going to seek death, they rushed over. When Lin Manjue shouted loudly and revenge, he even stepped up his hand movements, and tied him up tightly.

The plague is the epidemic when heaven moves, how can it be controlled by people?

Not to mention that Lin Manjue is seeking death.
Chapter completed!