Chapter - 389 Both Sabre And Sword Became Missing And the Person Turned Fugitive (7) (1/2)

Zhang Wuji was silent for half a day then grimly said, ”Yifu is right.” He had always known that the Mongolians were brutal and merciless toward their enemies, but surely they would cherish their own subordinates and people? At this moment, listening to Xie Xun, he felt as if his heart was torn in two: he wanted to return to the Central Earth, to hold command over the heroes and warriors in driving the Tartars away; but speaking about governing a country to maintain peace and security, he was convinced it was not in his power to do so.

”Yifu,” Zhou Zhiruo said, ”What shall we do?”

”What is in my daughter-in-law's mind?” Xie Xun asked.

”Can we not board the boat?” Zhou Zhiruo said, ”Let's tell those Mongolian sailors that we enjoy living in this island and do not have any desire to return to the Central Plains.”

Xie Xun smiled and said, ”That is a naïve little girl's naïve idea. We do not want to go on board, do you think the enemy will let us go just like that? Let's say we kill everybody on this ship, officers and sailors alike, do you think they will not dispatch ten more, eight more ships to find us? Besides, there are a lot of important matters in the Central Plains, waiting for Wuji to attend to. How can we let him grow old and die on this deserted island?”

Zhou Zhiruo's pretty face blushed profusely. ”Please give us instruction; we'll listen to Yifu's advice,” she said in a low voice.

Xie Xun thought of a plan for a moment and then said, ”Let's do it this way.” Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo listened to his plan and agreed that it was a marvelous plan.

Zhang Wuji went to Yin Li's grave to pray and shed some farewell tears before embarking the ship. To fight boredom on the island, Zhou Zhiruo had carved many little wooden horses and wooden figurines. She wrapped everything in one big bundle and carried it on her back.

Zhang Wuji checked the cabin, inside and out, very carefully. Indeed Zhao Min was not onboard; he also made sure that there was nobody onboard who might do them harm. He noticed that the officers and sailors were not martial art practitioners.

After the ship had weighed the anchor, when they only set sail for dozens of 'zhang's, suddenly Zhang Wuji reached back and grabbed Pastai's right wrist, while his other hand snatched the saber hanging on Pastai's belt, and pressed the saber behind his neck. ”Listen to my order,” he shouted, ”Tell the helmsman to turn eastward!”

Pastai was shocked, ”Zhang Gong … Gongzi,” he trembled, ”Xiao … Xiao Ren does not dare to offend you.”

”Listen to my orders,” Zhang Wuji said, ”If you disobey, I am going to chop your head.”

”Yes, yes!” Pastai said, and shouted his order, ”Helms … helmsman! Quick … turn the ship eastward!” The helmsman turned the rudder to follow his command. The ship circled around the island and sailed to the east.

Zhang Wuji shouted, ”You Mongolians are setting a trap to harm us. I have seen through your scheme. Quickly admit it! If you lie to me, I'll take your life.” Having said that he raised his right palm and slapped the ship's edge. Wood debris flew everywhere, as a big chunk of wood came off from the ship's edge. The officers and sailors onboard watched with amazement.

Pastai said, ”Gongzi, please understand: Xiao Ren received my superior's order to take Gongzi home; we don't have any other intention. Xiao Ren … Xiao Ren only hoped to render a service and receive the rewards, we really do not have any ill-intention.”

Zhang Wuji knew he was telling the truth; thereupon he released Pastai's wrist, walked to the bow, and lifted the iron anchor with his left hand, while his right hand also reached out and lifted another anchor. ”Everybody, watch this!” he shouted, while throwing both anchors to the air. The Mongolians gasped and then cried out in alarm.