Dusk has passed, and the sun has fallen. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The sky is like a beautiful canvas, with a tooth white in the east and a mesmerizing red gold in the west, on which a few clouds are idly painted, and the occasional seabird passes by, leaving an eternally beautiful posture in this quiet and peaceful evening in a medieval seaside town.

Pity.

Beauty is always ephemeral.

As the sun set, seeing that the unrelated crowd on the docks had almost dispersed, the officers began to announce to the soldiers the bad news of the approaching enemy forces.

Surprisingly, the soldiers, including those who had been temporarily conscripted, did not show the panic they should have, but on the contrary took it in their stride. Today's dock is too abnormal, they more or less sniffed something, and they have already been mentally prepared.

When the officers finished the announcement, the soldiers replied, "General, please give orders."

Almost all of the people present had unprecedented stoicism in their expressions, and in order to defend their homeland, they regarded death as if they were home!

When a country is confronted with aggression, a strange phenomenon arises, and that is the sudden increase in national cohesion.

In response to the old saying, born in sorrow and dying in peace.

Stepping aboard a noble English thoroughbred, Zheng Fei and the likes of Santiago stroll along the coast.

The golden sand, reflected by the sunset, was tiled to the invisible horizon, and a few horses and a few people drifted away like this.

The cool sea breeze on their faces brought them a rare refreshment, and Santiago jumped off his horse, picked up a beautiful shell, and shook it happily in front of everyone's eyes.

So in the glow of the sky, their footsteps stopped here.

"Captain, when are we leaving?" asked Hans, the question he had been holding in his heart for a long time.

"Soon. ”

Facing the sea breeze, Zheng Fei raised his neck and took a sip of wine.

"Na Na Na, let me stop drinking you but I drank it, I'm not happy. Santiago Nunu pouted with a look of disdain.

"I drink a lot, what about you?" Zheng Fei gave him a blank look.

"Well, you win. ”

Looking at his gray appearance, everyone laughed, but Brad was still worried and frowned.

"Will it be too late?" said Brad, touching his chin.

After a moment of silence, Zheng Fei noticed a very high sea cliff nearby, so he waved his hand: "Let's go up and have a look." ”

The cliff is shaped like a natural viewing platform, about 200 meters high, and the cliff wall is so smooth that it is impossible to climb it with a rope alone.

Coincidentally, there is a ladder made of vines on the cliff wall, could it be that there are people living?

After about ten minutes, they reached the top of the cliff, and only then did they realize that there was indeed a small cabin not far away, and the unusual thing was that at the end of the wooden roof was a huge oil lamp, wider than Santiago's shoulder.

"It's blinding!" muttered Santiago.

An old man sat in the doorway, comfortably lying in a rocking chair, stroking the puppy's head.

Seeing that someone was suddenly visiting, the old man hurriedly got up and looked at them in wonder.

"I'm Stanley the Lighthousekeeper, and you're ?......"

Oh, it turned out to be a natural lighthouse, no wonder.

Zheng Fei smiled, and was about to reply, suddenly!

On the eastern sea, a large area of black pressure can be seen in the hazy and hazy!

After a moment of reverie, he quickly took out the telescope and aimed to adjust the focus.

Hundreds of big ships, black sails!

Usually only pirates hang black sails, in this day and age, such a large group of pirates could not exist, it is obvious that this is the Ottoman Navy!

The reason why the black sails were hung was to create the momentum of a large number of pirates attacking, to shock the people of Constanta, to destroy their morale, and to minimize casualties.

At this time, everyone noticed the abnormal situation on the sea, and they all became nervous, and the old man's gray beard trembled a few times, and he did not know what was happening.

Zheng Feiping raised his arm and thumbs up, and according to the size of the ships seen from the telescope, he roughly estimated the distance of the enemy's army, which was about six nautical miles, about ten thousand meters.

Six nautical miles, and an hour to go.

"Go back!" he ordered, with a sinking face.

Everyone hurriedly climbed down the sea cliff, stepped on their horses and galloped away.

"Hey......" looked at their backs, and the old man glared dryly: "How do you look like you've seen a ghost." ”

At the dock, the sentry on the watchtower had not yet noticed the shadow of the enemy, and after Zheng Fei informed the officer, the entire dock immediately entered a combat state.

Receiving orders from officers and other commanders, the artillerymen ate beef stew in bites and rushed to the positions to check the gunpowder shells.

The navy that had laid out the mines also returned at this time, and their faces were not as scrappy as those of other arms, but expressionless, and their eyes were a little dull in addition to persistence.

Because they knew that when the battle began, they would have to attract the enemy's artillery fire and attention, just like the thousand-man death squad, to their deaths.

Death is not terrible, what is terrible is waiting for death.

"Hurry, hurry!" Standing on the watchtower, the officer hysterically urged the soldiers to move quickly, raising their arms and roaring.

The disparity between the enemy's and our firepower is too great, and artillery alone cannot resist for long, the main force is the knight legion and the sword and shield soldiers, using the terrain and the traps buried in advance, they must not make the invaders comfortable for a second!

After roaring, he stopped to drink saliva to moisten his hoarse throat, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Zheng Fei's convoy departing.

After a moment's pause, he took a deep breath and turned slightly sideways, staring in the direction of the convoy's departure.

"Goodbye, adventurer. ”

It's like talking to yourself, and it's like you're telling helpless melancholy.

......

The wheels are rolling, and the sound of horses' hooves is incessant.

This section of the road was quite bumpy, and it was very uncomfortable to sit in the carriage, so Zheng Fei chose to ride a horse.

This handsome English thoroughbred, now his exclusive mount, was bought at a high price from an old aristocratic friend when the owner of the horse farm went to England a few years ago.

The British thoroughbred, not only noble in appearance, but also dominates the world with extremely fast short- and medium-distance speed, and no other breed has surpassed it in the past thousand years.

Facing the afterglow, in the vast wasteland, the convoy containing thousands of people went away.

"I'm leaving. ”

Brad shook the reins, his eyes pouring out indescribable meaning.

"Are you reluctant?" asked Zheng Fei.

"No, even if there is no war, I won't go back now, it's just that every time I leave a place, I have such a strange feeling, I don't know how to express it, anyway, it's ......"

"What we can't get is always in turmoil, and sometimes what we miss is not a certain place or someone, but the past time, and the former self. Zheng Fei smiled lightly.

Brad was stunned and surprised: "Wow, you're so good." ”

Zheng Fei stroked his hair and acted narcissistically: "Everyone says so." (To be continued.) )