"Who else but him. Zheng Fei replied with a smile, seeing that his mood suddenly became wrong, his eyebrows twisted.

"Why wouldn't Hobbes tell me you're here?"

"Because he sent me in. Borg clenched his fists and said viciously, raising his arm to pound down the wall, but the wound was broken, and he shivered in pain.

"Aren't you friends?"

"Yes before, never let me touch him in the future!"

I don't know if he was angry or what, Borg coughed heavily a few times and stroked his chest.

A few months ago, shortly after Zheng Fei led the fleet out of Atlanta, Borg started an arms business with Hobbs as he had previously discussed.

Sell food, herbs and other materials to West Asia, where the war was fighting, exchange them for money, and bring back the muskets and cannons to West Asia, and sell them to Italian navigators who dreamed of adventure and fortune to defend against pirates.

The fierce nomads of Western Asia did not know how to use muskets, so the muskets captured from the enemy were not as good as burning sticks, and they felt that the bows and arrows they made were the most powerful weapons in the world.

A cart of grain, worth about five silver coins, can be exchanged for at least twenty muskets, or two cannons, and the profit has multiplied dozens of times!

The first trip to trade made them a few thousand silver coins, and the second trip was even more extensive due to the war, earning tens of thousands!

Faced with lucrative benefits, Hobbes moved his mind.

Hobbes wanted to take the ****** next door away, but her condition was that she could buy a large estate in England, which would require at least 50,000 silver coins.

50,000, even if he has been in the arms business, he will have to wait for several years.

But he didn't have time to wait!****** officer's husband was supposed to be discharged from the army in two years, and that was a bad character to mess with, and he had to raise 50,000 before he could go straight to England!

After thinking about it, he really had no other way to make money, and one day sitting in the store, watching Borg flirt with the woman he liked, he suddenly had a bad idea.

Borg can take seventy percent of the profits from each trade, if he can get seventy percent of it

After figuring out all the connections between Borg's arms smuggling network, he set to action.

It was a bright morning, and he hurried through the busy streets in a horse-drawn carriage to the bottom of the Borg's house, shouting as the passers-by watched.

Borg, who was woken up, pushed open the window, scolded impatiently, and told him to go up.

"Look, that's Hobbs, the owner of the weapons shop, but I didn't expect him to be Borg's younger brother. "Someone said so.

The gossip strengthened his desire to frame Borg.

He told Borg that there were several caravans in Pars town that were in urgent need of equipment and artillery to go to sea, and that they were too late to buy them elsewhere.

It just so happened that Borg also had a batch of artillery on hand, and he had always trusted Hobbs, so he got dressed and prepared to go.

Hobbes made excuses that the store was too busy to leave, so he let him go alone.

Borg didn't think much of it, went to the secret warehouse and asked his men to hide the cannon in the hay truck, and drove to the town of Pars himself.

He never imagined that what was waiting for him there would be an army with heavy guns, and the commander of the army was a relative of Hobbes.

He was arrested, and when he was put on trial, he wanted to drag Hobbes into the water who framed him, so that he would not only get revenge, but also reduce the punishment, but Hobbes had already settled the relationship, the evidence was destroyed, and the witnesses gave enough hush money.

As a result, he could only be imprisoned alone and face the death penalty.

What he can't let go of and worry about is not the wealth and status he has accumulated so hard, but his wife and children, who can only suffer alone outside.

He wanted to escape, but he didn't have the skills.

In the Middle Ages, when the knowledge system was not yet perfect, not everyone could plan a hearty prison escape like Zheng Fei, even an arms dealer with a complex network.

Well, da Vinci can't do it, after all, he is a genius.

So he can only sit in the cell every day and wait for death, the broth is his only pleasure, and it tastes good

After listening to him tell this, Zheng Fei's belief in saving him out became even stronger.

It just so happened that the guards who had gone to buy wine and roast beef came back, smiled at Zheng Fei, put his things at the door, and reminded, "You have to go out in less than ten minutes." ”

Zheng Fei beckoned and said, "Come in and eat together!"

"Isn't this okay?" the guards were very embarrassed, and they dined with the prisoners, breaking the rules of the prison and letting the superiors know that they would definitely be dismissed.

Zheng Fei raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a smile: "I think you are a very good young man, come in for a meal and talk, tomorrow I will go to the mayor of the town and ask him to arrange a good errand for you." ”

The guard was immediately excited, and hurriedly asked, "Really?!"

He had long wanted to leave this ghost place, not to mention the bad environment, and he was bullied by the old guards all day long.

"Then will you come in?"

"Come in!" he immediately opened the cell door with joy and ran in with his things.

As soon as the thing was put down, before he could raise his head, Zheng Fei slammed the back of his neck and fainted suddenly.

Seeing this, Borg was stunned for a moment and said, "You"

"Do you want to go out?" said Zheng Fei as he removed the guard's knife.

"I've always dreamed of it, but"

"Then don't grind, take the knife!" Zheng Fei threw the knife to him, grabbed a handful of beef and stuffed it into his mouth, took a sip of wine and swallowed it, and encouraged: "Kill out, you still have a chance to live, and there is only a dead end if you stay here!" Think about your wife and children!"

The exhilarating voice made Borg silently clench the handle of the knife, swallow a sip of spirits, and his eyes showed his boldness, and he shouted in a muffled voice: "Dry!"

Even the wounds on his body don't seem to be so painful anymore.

The surrounding prisoners stared at them and screamed desperately at the prison door.

"Let us out!"

"Don't go, bastard!"

"! I'm going to kill you when I get out!"

Amid the expletive, they walked towards the cell door.

Zheng Fei had to despise the emotional intelligence of this group of prisoners, if he begged well, maybe he would release them as soon as his heart softened, but now this mad dog-like virtue is also a scourge to society.

The noise in the cell caused the guards who were drinking and punching on the watchtower, and they looked at each other, thinking that the situation was not quite right, and hurriedly threw away the salt-baked peas in their hands and ran down the watchtower.

"It must be that rich guy!"

"Signal for help!"

The sound of the brass bells, which covered the roar of the prison, was carried into the distance by the impetus of the wind, and reached the ears of the soldiers stationed a few hundred meters away.

The guards warily held knives or spears and stared at the door until Zheng Fei and Borg appeared. (To be continued.) )