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"What's wrong?" Brad frowned, not understanding why he reacted so violently.

The small glow of the candle was insignificant in the large warehouse, and Brad could only faintly see that there seemed to be a pile of sawn tree trunks nearby, which might be another place to store wood.

Therefore, Zheng Fei's reaction surprised him, is there anything different about these tree trunks?

With confusion, he followed Zheng Fei's footsteps and took two steps forward.

In front of a tree trunk, Zheng Fei stopped, held his breath and hesitated for a while, stretched out his hand and rubbed it seriously, as if he had seen the most precious treasure in the world, under the light of candlelight, unconsciously, his eyes revealed a deep incredulity.

Brad glanced at him, the candle in his hand, his brow never furrowed.

In Brad's impression, Zheng Fei is a knowledgeable and relatively calm person, and he Brad has been walking in Europe for so many years, and he can be regarded as well-informed, but he has never heard of such a tree that can make people like Zheng Fei so amazed.

Curiosity swelled in his heart, and driven by curiosity, he felt for the trunk of the tree.

The moment his finger touched the trunk of the tree, a bone-chilling cold forced him to immediately withdraw his hand and take a few breaths of hot air into his fingertips.

The sudden chill made him feel excited.

"It's not a tree!" he said in a deep voice.

"Hmm. Zheng Fei walked along the trunk of the tree.

"And what is it?"

"Barrels. ”

Brad was stunned, and was about to ask something more, when he suddenly heard the sound of squirming footsteps outside, and hurriedly made a shushing gesture to Zheng Fei, then extinguished the candle and pricked up his ears to listen.

There were two people outside talking, in Danish they didn't understand, but soon the two were walking away, apparently just passing by.

Brad re-lit the candle and looked into Zheng Fei's solemn eyes, his voice lower than before.

"How can there be such a long and thick barrel? It's almost as long as the Urban cannon. ”

The Urban Cannon, the masterpiece of artillery designer Urban, spent several days and nights in Istanbul in order to lurk in the artillery base, Brad slipped into a barrel large enough to accommodate an adult.

"That's what amazes me. Zheng Fei rubbed his eyebrows and calmed down: "What's more terrifying is not this, you go and touch the inner wall of the cannon barrel." ”

Out of curiosity, Brad did so.

"Why are there threads in there?" he said, running his fingers through the grooves of the threads.

Standing in the dark, Zheng Fei looked up at the top of the darker warehouse, took a deep breath, his eyes were ethereal, and his face showed unprecedented heaviness.

"Because, it's a rifled cannon......"

A rifled cannon full of warehouses!

I thought that the batch of small rifled guns in his hand had been ahead of the times for many years, but now, suddenly bumping into such a large batch of huge cannons that really had epoch-making significance, Zheng Fei couldn't help but feel a deep sense of powerlessness, loss and panic.

Where did these cannons, and the legendary battleship Christian, come from? Who built them? Can anyone tell me what the hell is going on?!

He sat on the dirty ground, raised his eyes and stared at the silhouettes of the huge cannons in the dark, and reached for the wine jug on his waist to calm down, but the wine jug was taken by the officer before.

He had to thump his thigh in annoyance, and Brad handed the flask over.

"Thank you. He gulped down and swallowed.

"I don't know what you mean by rifled guns, but I know it must be something terrible. Brad crouched down and patted him on the shoulder.

"We're probably going to be in big trouble. Zheng Fei shook the flask, poured another sip, and swallowed it in his mouth for a while before swallowing it.

After being silent for a long time, he suddenly curled the corners of his mouth again: "Maybe it's going to be a big harvest." ”

"What do you mean?"

"I can't say a word, but now let's go and see the boat docked at the water's edge, and then leave with the woodcutters, this place cannot stay long. ”

Zheng Fei's face regained his light, and he quickly stood up and dusted his buttocks.

"I'll go outside first. Brad blew out the candles.

After a patrol passed by, they quietly slipped out of the warehouse and continued to walk down the silent road disguised as walking soldiers.

In a matter of minutes, they arrived at their destination, and sure enough, as expected, this was the shipyard located inside the naval port.

The naval port was built on the Baltic Sea, and in order to ensure the top secrecy of the base, as early as a few years ago, the Danish royal family sent troops to blockade the nearby seas, and not even fishing boats could be allowed to enter.

The shipyard is home to nearly 10,000 craftsmen who have lived here with the soldiers of the Navy Port for eight years and have not returned home for eight years.

Their greatest wish was that the damn expedition plan would be carried out sooner rather than later, and that they would get out of this prison-like place as soon as possible.

At this moment, it was already eight or nine o'clock in the evening, and they were still doing the heavy work, and for them, they still had to work for four hours before they could go back to bed, and they had to get up at five o'clock in the morning, when it was not dawn.

In order to avoid overwork and negativity among the craftsmen, the royal family allocated them an unusually generous salary, more than five times that of ordinary shipyards!

After eight years of accumulation, each of them will become a little rich when they go out, but unfortunately, their former wife may have remarried long ago, and the family is no longer a family.

The cold winter wind blows through the shipyard, and you can vaguely hear the sound of the waves crashing against the hull of the ship, which is familiar and pleasant.

In order to facilitate their work, the craftsmen wore only thin shirts and carried chisels, saws, hammers and other tools in their hands.

On each of the ships under construction, there are hundreds of craftsmen who stand on scaffolding made of wood and carefully perfect some of their work.

In addition to a good salary, building a perfect battleship is their greatest motivation.

"Come on man, I'll be able to sleep in a few more hours, I heard that I have beef soup for supper tonight. ”

"Beef soup, but I just want to go home and see my son right now. ”

Gossip was their only daily entertainment, and whenever they saw soldiers gather to barbecue and play cards, they were angry.

"Why do we work hard for them to enjoy?!" one craftsman scolded in a low voice.

"Hey Philek, don't think I can't hear, work honestly, or you won't want to get this month's salary!" the officer flicked his whip hard, making a snapping sound.

Standing on the periphery of the shipyard, Zheng Fei and Brad hid behind a pile of wood, carefully examining the battleships under construction. (To be continued.) )