According to Chinese people, the most ferocious animal in the sea is the dragon. This is a creature that has been passed down by word of mouth and has never been seen before. According to the legend, the dragon can move clouds and make rain. When it is kind, the weather will be smooth, but when it is manic, it will turn the river upside down.

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The Dragon King of the Indian Ocean is now at the height of his anger, rolling, spinning, and slapping in the azure sea, venting his anger wantonly.

The huge waves set off rushed into the sky again and again, seeming to mix the sky and water into one color.

The wind came in from the cracks in the rocks, carrying all kinds of ghostly cries and howls, which turned into the war drums of heaven and earth in the ears of the Gurkha soldiers. The waves were exciting and made their blood boil.

It was burning. In the northern states of India, we have never seen such a scene of raging power of heaven and earth.

There is also rain and mist coming in with the wind. This is not like the continuous drizzle in March. It is indescribably comfortable to breathe in the lungs with the slightest bit of coolness. The heavy rain brought by the hurricane will only cause bursts of pain on the face.

pain.

"Don't look, there won't be any boats on the sea in this weather. I've been on the island of Ceylon all my life, and I've never seen anyone dare to drive a boat over in this kind of weather." Inside a stone cave on the cliff, a Tamil veteran looked at

Looking at these curious Gurkha newcomers.

This is the most advanced observation post on the island of Ceylon. You can see ships in the distance without a telescope. Because of the importance of this cave, the local Tamils ​​call it the Eye of Colombo.

A squad of soldiers is stationed here. Their task is to monitor all passing ships no matter day or night. In the driest place inside the cave, there is a pile of thick fireworks. Once they find traces of the enemy, they will immediately

Release fireworks warning.

The Tamil veteran slowly shook the roasted lamb on the campfire. He was a local and did not like to eat mutton. But except for him, everyone in the group was Gurkhas wearing Gurkha scimitars. He did not formulate a recipe.

Right, in fact he exists here just to take care of the food and drink of these Gurkha soldiers.

In the Indian army, the status of Gurkha soldiers has always been much higher than that of Tamils.

The soldiers were very young, and the squad leader looked very old with a big beard, but he was only twenty years old. I don’t know whether the Gurkhas are brave or not, but the veterans knew that they were good eaters. This sheep was only enough for them to fill their teeth.

Basket of naan bread is the staple food.

"Come here for dinner!" The bearded squad leader held half a roasted leg of lamb in his hand, frowning and grilling on the bonfire with sparks everywhere. Only the dim light came through in the dim cave, and the flickering fire light illuminated his eyes.

The face was reflected in and out of light.

The typhoon is coming, and no one can show off in front of the roaring typhoon. You can have a good sleep tonight, and it will be time to change defenses after the typhoon has stopped. Back in Colombo city, I live in a house made of bricks and stones.

This is how people live.

What's the point of living in a cave all day, savage?

The Gurkhas are extremely disgusted with the term savages, because that is what people in southern India used to call them. Until now, those damn Tamils ​​still call them savages in private. The Gorkhas do not like Tamils, they

Very annoying.

The Gurkha soldiers at the entrance of the cave shrank back angrily. They had never seen the scene they had just seen. When the typhoon was raging, the roofs of the Tamil people at the bottom of the mountain were blown off at once, and they were pressed on the roofs.

The rocks are flying in the sky like jelly beans.

The small wooden house that often sold fish to them disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if there had never been a small wooden house there. The coconut trees with few crowns were uprooted by the wind, and they were flying in the air, which looked very scary.

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Compared with the strong wind here in the Snowy Mountains, it is as gentle as a girl.

When he clapped his hands and went back, a soldier was surprised to find that the typhoon had become gentler. The raindrops blown in by the storm no longer had strong potential energy, and there was no burning feeling when they hit the face.

I wiped a handful of rainwater from my face. It was very salty and astringent. I don't know whether it was because I hadn't washed my face for a long time or because the rainwater itself was salty and astringent.

"Monitor, the wind seems to have dropped a lot."

"Don't worry, sleep peacefully tonight. After the typhoon has stopped, we will go back to the city of Colondo." A month of surveillance day and night has almost exhausted everyone's patience. Now everyone is looking forward to returning.

In the city of Colombo, at least you can sleep well every night without having to worry about someone splashing you with cold sea water and then telling you that it's your turn to go on duty.

Holding the plump mutton in one hand and dry naan bread in the other, the Tamil veteran took out a jug of wine from his arms like a magic trick. The bearded squad leader snatched it over, pulled out the stopper of the wine bag and drank.

The long whale absorbs water and the wine sacs dry up at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"Ah! This wine is good, but why is it so strong?" The bearded squad leader finally moved his mouth away amid everyone's eagerness.

"I heard from the wine seller that the wine is mixed with Ming Dynasty liquor." The Tamil veteran handed the bearded squad leader a piece of mutton chop.

"Daming wine? Where did it come from?" Upon hearing the word "Daming", the bearded squad leader of Gurkha became obviously vigilant. They were stationed in this cave to guard against the sudden attack of the Daming fleet.

"Those filial fishermen down the mountain want some grenades to use when encountering sharks. These are the best to deal with sharks." The Tamil veteran quickly explained that if he didn't explain clearly, he would be shot.

"Oh!" The bearded squad leader said "Oh", turned around and took out a grenade from his equipment. Then he pointed to the three soldiers around him and gathered four grenades.

Anyway, you can apply for training and use it when you go back. Who said that you don't need to train if you are stationed in a cave? It is cold and cold at the seaside. It has almost become a routine to exchange grenades for wine. The above people also turn a blind eye to this.

A few fishermen use it to fry fish, it's not a big deal.

The Tamil veteran smiled, this move was another good sum of money.

After eating mutton and drinking wine, everyone slept peacefully. After all, no one would go to sea during a typhoon. People in the Ming Dynasty are also human beings, they are not gods in the sky. The violent typhoon will tear their ships apart, and their ships are made of iron.

It doesn't work either.

Amidst the snoring, only the Tamil veteran was thinking about how much money he could make by exchanging wine for grenades this time.

The Tamil veteran threw a few firewood into the bonfire. The bonfire suddenly became much bigger and the entire cave was brightly lit. The squad leader muttered and continued to sleep. Although he didn't like light when sleeping, he didn't like the seaside even more.

It was wet and cold. It was approaching midnight, and no one noticed that the wind outside had stopped. The rain also changed from heavy rain to a gentle drizzle.

The sea is no longer so violent, and the power of the waves hitting the coast with white spray is also much smaller. Dark clouds cover the sky, and the entire sea is as black as thick ink. Only the light inside the cave becomes a guiding light like a lighthouse.

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A dozen black spots suddenly appeared on the sea, and they quickly approached the coast with the help of the wind. The bright light in the cave guided them forward.

The hull of the sailboat trembled violently, and the people on board were extremely excited. They took out a small bottle of strong liquor from their arms, raised their heads and drank it down. A hundred people jumped with the strong smell of alcohol and heat all over their bodies.

After getting off the sailboat, they held Aka rifles in their hands and samurai swords on their backs.

The sailboats had no moorings and were allowed to be blown by the waves. No one cared about these sailboats. This was a win-or-die operation. There was no point in returning alive!

A group of black figures quickly ran to the entrance of the cliff. A ladder was blown by the sea breeze and hit the rock wall with a "ding-dong" and "ding-dong" sound. Mouri Takeada did not hesitate and grabbed the rope ladder and climbed up. The samurai behind him

Let's follow the figure of Taketada Mori to climb up.
Chapter completed!