New Ming Empire mixed in America

"Erhe, you have to know that violence sometimes doesn't solve everything."

Li Mingqi took his hand and held Liu Erhe's eyes, which were already bloodshot.

Because in front of them, a man was tied to the mast, his head lowered and motionless.

"Long live my lord, it seems that the regent is still breathing. We should put him down first."

Liu Erhe obeyed Li Mingqi's instructions without impulsiveness, but it could be seen from the way he kept his hands behind his back that he was not at peace in his heart.

There was a straight knife strapped diagonally under his sailor's uniform behind his back, and the handle of the knife was at the waist of his right hand.

"Pour some water on him first. If we want to save him, we should speed up our actions."

As soon as Li Mingqi finished his instructions, Liu Erhe nodded, opened a bottle of mineral water, and poured it over the head of the tied 'regent'.

"Okay, if we delay any longer, the two guys wiping the deck will notice us."

After throwing away the mineral water bottles, three figures wearing sailor uniforms and old navy hats slowly entered the captain's cabin.

On the sea, sailors are divided into shifts, with shifts every four hours. Now the sailors after the shift are catching up on sleep, and the sailors on duty are working in several key positions.

Now the pilot and first mate are at the helm, and the bosun has just been killed. So now, apart from the two apprentices who are cleaning the deck, there is only the unlucky guy who is checking the cables on the mast.

Along the way, after passing several wooden cages containing hens and two goats raised on the boat, Li Mingqi and others approached the captain's cabin.

"Ernesto, you have to understand that if we don't dock to replenish supplies, it will be difficult for everyone to survive the next two months of the voyage."

In the captain's room, chef Barton, who was also the ship's doctor, looked at the captain who was still indifferent and argued hard with his reasoning.

"We can supply supplies, but we cannot go ashore to find women. Also, there is plenty of food on the ship, so in addition to fresh water, I think it will be enough to add some oranges."

Ernesto looked down at the navigation chart and clicked his finger on Alder Port.

"Barton, you have to know that although we fly the American flag, those French and Dutch privateers are often more like devils than pirates."

Looking at Barton who still wanted to say something, Ernesto sighed and had no choice but to tell the truth.

"Barton, it's been almost ten years since we went to sea together, so I don't want to lie to you. After arriving in the United States this time, I decided to sell the boat and settle there."

"I mortgaged my house and land in order to open a shipping route from Europe to Asia. But that damn Qing general didn't buy my rifles."

"So... I'm broke. I have nothing left except those rifles, including this boat!"

Yes, half of the ownership of the Flying Bird already belongs to the British Bank of Midland for this supposedly enjoyable adventure.

This is why Ernesto did not care about the consumption of supplies on the ship and tried his best to feed everyone on the ship. Of course, this also included feeding the Qing people in the cabin.

Even though Barton had already had a premonition, the facts Ernesto told him still made him feel incredible.

After working together for so long, the relationship between the two has evolved from a boss-employee relationship to a friendship. Now seeing his friend's current situation, his full words turned into a sigh.

"No, Mr. Captain, I think you still have a chance!"

Just when the two people in the captain's cabin fell into an inexplicable atmosphere of sadness, the door of the captain's cabin was pushed open.

Barton, who was standing at the door, bore the brunt of the attack and was kicked into the corner by Liu Erhe. He couldn't get up for a long time.

As soon as Ernesto grasped the pistol in the drawer, a straight knife was placed on his neck.

Looking at this exquisitely crafted straight knife, Ernesto really couldn't figure out why the opponent would use this piece of art worth almost buying his entire boat to fight.

In his opinion, the best place for this weapon to appear is on the living room walls of those nobles.

(Longquan Town House Sword, Tang Heng Dao, Embroidered Spring Dao, Tang Sword, One-piece Sword, Long Martial Arts Knife, Self-Defense, Outdoor Unedged - Product Name of a certain platform.)

"Please don't hurt us, I'm just a poor businessman who is about to go bankrupt."

Slowly loosening his grip on the handle of the gun, he slowly stood up and walked out of the desk, then lay down on the ground with his hands behind his head very skillfully.

At this time, Patton in the corner breathed a sigh of relief and had time to take stock of the strength of both the enemy and ourselves.

The gagged little Wilson, with a very obvious big bump on his head, was held to his head with a gun by a fair-faced Qing villain.

The captain was lying on the ground and had given up resistance, while the tall and thin villain holding a strange-looking aristocratic sword was staring at the captain fiercely.

There was also a short Qing man standing at the door, apparently to warn and block their retreat.

From the height of the other party, it can be seen that the other party is not a villain, um... maybe a servant of the villain or something.

After taking a deep breath, Barton felt that he still had a chance to make a comeback.

He only needed one second to draw the pistol, half a second to turn on the safety, and cock the hammer. Two seconds to aim at the pretty boy holding the pistol, and then shoot.

Next, all you have to do is cock the hammer again and knock down the lanky guy holding the knife before he can react. Finally, there is the dwarf with the least fighting ability at the door.

The plan was perfect!

Patton's eyes narrowed, and while everyone's attention was on the captain, he shouted and drew his pistol:

"God bless!"

As expected, God was on the side of his loyal followers and allowed Patton to successfully draw his pistol.

But before the smile on his face fully bloomed, the 'Colt M1848 Dragoon revolver' that he had maintained very well drew an almost perfect arc in the air and landed with a snap.

At the feet of Li Mingqi.

The scene was very embarrassing!

Facts have proved that the hand that has just finished working in the kitchen is not suitable for drawing a gun, otherwise the fish oil remaining on the hand will delay the hand feel.

"It seems your God is not at home."

Li Mingqi breathed a sigh of relief and stepped on the very clean pistol with his foot.

A few minutes later, Patton, with one eye blackened and his mouth gagged, was tied to the desk together with Ernesto.

Little Wilson fell aside. This little guy who was just fifteen years old enjoyed the treatment of being tied up alone because of his good behavior (he was very cooperative after being kidnapped before the war).

"Gentlemen pirates, we can talk. I am just a poor little businessman who is about to go bankrupt. If you want this ship, please let us ashore at the next port."

Ernesto was not very resistant to the fact that he was robbed by pirates. Anyway, the ship no longer belonged to him after it arrived in the United States.

For him, maybe being a pirate is also a good job, and it would be better to go to the American West to try his luck.

After all, a captain who loses his ship and goes ashore is not much different from a tramp.

"We really need to talk."

With the help of the system's function of switching language interfaces, Li Mingqi could talk to these Europeans effortlessly.

Leaning on the chair behind his desk, Li Mingqi said with a smile: "Although your God has abandoned you, he has left a window for you."

"I have a business I want to talk to you about now, a business that can make you rich!"

Watching Ernesto's eyes gradually brighten, Li Mingqi continued: "I heard that you have a backlog of second-hand rifles in your hands? Just in time, I need these scraps of metal for my people to practice target shooting."

"No, those are not second-hand rifles. They are brand new Enfield m1853s that don't even have factory oil!"

After Li Mingqi smiled, he sighed with some distress: "Unfortunately, I just want to buy some second-hand rifles. If you don't have any, then..."

Speaking of this, Li Mingqi glanced at the pistol on the table intentionally or unintentionally.

"You are right, those in my hand are second-hand rifles!" Ernesto said with a serious face: "These rags are the best choice for training your noble subordinates. I can't think of anything better than them."

It’s a decent second-hand rifle.”