In the early morning, amid the sound of rustling footsteps, the warm sunlight poured through the cracks in the curtains, pouring into a corner of the cabin, and landed right on the quilt. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zheng Fei rolled over, stretched his arms lazily, because he played too late with Britney last night, he was a little tired, and his sleepy eyes eased for a long time, until he smelled the smell of food, and then he came to sit up from the bed.

The footsteps came from Britney, who had just entered the door with a delicious breakfast.

"Wake up?" she smiled as she put down her plate and lifted the lid on the shrimp cakes he had loved on the seas.

Why do you love to eat shrimp cakes when you sail, because there is no other food at sea except fish and shrimp.

"You got up earlier than I did. Zheng Fei pinched the shrimp cake and took a bite, smacked his mouth beautifully, and nodded with satisfaction.

"As if I'm so diligent, when am I not earlier than you?" Britney glanced at him, looked at his feasting appearance, and asked with a smile, "It's delicious, would you like to pour you a glass of wine?"

"No, I've got to finish it quickly, I've got something to do later. ”

As he spoke, he finished the shrimp cake by dividing it by two, wiped his hands and mouth, and kissed her forehead.

"You have to be obedient, if you are bored, you can write a short story, which will not only make you feel happy, but also relieve everyone's boredom. ”

"But what do I write?"

"I've got you the title of the book in mind, it's called "The Great Voyage of the Empire". ”

"Huh?"

"Uh, just kidding...... Just write it, just show the world you envision in your heart, I'm sure you can do it, after all, you are the most educated here, godmother Britney~"

Ever since Britney began to indoctrinate the natives with biblical ideas, she has subtly developed the title of godmother, taken from the godfather.

"Stop teasing me, it's a terrible title......"

Out of the cabin.

The climate is gradually warming, and the winter on the Mediterranean coast is already mild, so standing on the deck in a winter coat, soaking up the sun, it is still a little hot, Zheng Fei simply took off his coat and only wore a thin shirt, revealing his strong muscles.

He yawned at the sun and paused to look into the distance, where the reflection of the sky made the sea level blue and comfortable.

He had seen a steamed sturgeon at Teresa's house the previous evening, and he wanted to try one, so he told the sailors to catch it, and he filled the jug with sherry, and then climbed up to the watchtower, looking back at the huge fleet of his own.

The wind, blowing through his ears, made at this moment, mixed feelings.

From the dilapidated small fishing boat to the fleet in front of me, it was like a dream.

White, dozens of large longitudinal sails rise to the wind, outlined into a perfect arc, like a huge wind screen, pushing the ship to drive in the world's oldest sea.

The Mediterranean, which has a longer history of existence than the Atlantic, adds a veil of mystery to it.

On deck, the sailors do their job, and the so-called "each does his job...... Playing cards, somersaults, showing off their unique skills, etc., the women and children gathered around to watch, and the cheers resounded throughout the deck.

Floating on the sea is really idle, and if you don't do something to enrich your life, no matter how much you live, you will become wood, like da Vinci, who will be stuffed in the house all day long.

Thinking of da Vinci, Zheng Fei always felt a little awkward, because now he knows that this da Vinci is not genuine, even his thinking power is so amazing. It can even be said that he is stronger than the real Da Vinci.

At the moment, Leonardo da Vinci was lying at his desk, painstakingly studying his steam engine, which he had been working on for months, and he wanted to make a perfect model.

It is no exaggeration to say that he is a genius.

Zheng Fei didn't expect that on this trip to Romania, he would meet another genius of the same era, named Urban.

Urban was a Hungarian artillery designer whose design of the Urban cannon was known as the Terminator of Constantinople, the capital of the Byzantine Empire, whose fall heralded the end of Byzantium.

In 1452, about a decade earlier, war clouds were raging in the Balkans, where the emerging empire of Ottoman Turkey and the crumbling Byzantine Empire were at war.

Urban had the most brilliant cannon casting skills in Europe at the time, and perhaps out of a keen sense of smell, he came to Constantinople in the hope of serving the Byzantine emperor and finding a bright future.

Any ambitious monarch would have been eager to be a guest of honor in the face of such talent, but it was the darkest day for the Byzantine Empire.

Byzantium had been in tatters for 150 years before the invasion of the Ottoman Turks, and by the time the current emperor ascended the throne, the empire had extended beyond the outskirts of Constantinople and was besieged by vast Turkish territory.

At this moment, the new Turkish Sultan Mehmed II, who was ambitious and eager to make a difference, had prepared a large army in Adrianople, the Turkish capital, one hundred and forty miles west of Constantinople, and headed straight for the Byzantine capital.

In fact, the Byzantine royal family was deeply interested in Urban's invention and offered a modest salary to keep the Hungarian genius, but the empire's finances were depleted and could not afford the extremely expensive bronze cannon.

Not satisfied with such a difficult life for the essentially bankrupt emperor, who could not even pay his meager allowance on time, Urban, after symbolically producing some small artillery for Byzantium, went to Adrianople at the end of the year to try his luck with Byzantium's sworn enemies.

Soon, the Byzantine Empire will taste the bitter fruit of letting this genius go.

At this time, the new sultan of Ottoman Turkey was hesitating whether to attack Constantinople.

The value of Constantinople is undeniable, and although it has declined, this historic city still has the potential to become the center of the Ottoman Empire, and for centuries it has been the most attractive trophy for Muslin.

(PS: Mu Silin, generally refers to the followers of Islam, and the Ottomans adopted Islam as the state religion.) ）

However, for seven centuries, Constantinople repeatedly repelled numerous attacks by Muslin's pretenders, and its strong defenses and strategic location made it difficult to defend.

During the millennial history of the Byzantine Empire, the city was besieged twenty-three times, but not once did the enemy break through its walls.

When the genius gunsmith Urban arrived, the new Sultan hoped that he would be able to produce enough heavy artillery to break through the walls of Constantinople, to which Urban replied:

"I have carefully studied the walls of the city, and I am confident that such a heavy cannon will be able to break not only the walls of Constantinople, but even the walls of Babylon, which is legendary, no match for them. ”

Know that in this era, the walls of Babylon existed only in legends and were a symbol of impregnability. (To be continued.) )