"Stay here during the day, won't those soldiers come and expel them?" Zheng Fei was a little worried. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Of course not, they are all busy having fun, in the afternoon I saw dozens of girls in the position, it is estimated that it is used for their amusement, haha, the artillery unit is the Duke of Istanbul's baby bump, and the treatment is not cheap. ”

Sensing Zheng Fei's surprised gaze, Brad groaned and said with a smile: "Don't look at me, this is what my friend said." ”

"There's something I've wanted to ask for a long time, what does your friend do?"

"I can't tell you anything else, except that he's not just a tavernkeeper. ”

With that, Brad took a puff of his cigarette, popped the cigarette butt with sparks out of the window, and asked with a smile: "What do you mean by you just asked me to be a pretender?"

Zheng Fei rubbed his eyes and announced.

"Infiltrate the artillery positions and look for an opportunity to put some medicine in their wine and food, so that they will sleep like dead pigs at night. ”

Brad thought for two seconds, then turned away without saying a word.

"Where are you going?" Zheng Fei asked hurriedly.

"Be prepared to dive in now, or it will be difficult to wait until daylight. ”

Brad waved his hand and went out the door without looking back, this is his style of doing things, he is resolute and never procrastinates, and he never asks more.

Well, the article about never asking more was quickly overturned.

Just when Zheng Fei showed an approving smile, Brad suddenly turned around and said curiously: "By the way, why did you drug the artillery?"

"I want to get rid of a batch of cannons. Zheng Fei said frankly.

"But as far as I know of you, you won't put yourself in danger for stealing a batch of cannons, and you're not short of that money. ”

"Well, scheming fellow. Zheng Fei smiled and took a deep breath: "I was trying to hide my true purpose - to get rid of the people who made those cannons." ”

"Urban?" Brad was already familiar with the name, a genius in the history of artillery, who had personally caused the subversion of the Byzantine Empire, and was a peculiar figure who combined fame and infamy.

"That's him. Zheng Fei said yes.

"Well, it looks like you're planning something terrible again, I've heard your sailors mention that you had a great escape from prison and a large army of knights in Lisbon. ”

Hearing his "glorious" deeds, Zheng Fei couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"I don't know what you're planning this time, but I can feel the excitement, and my favorite is the thrill!" Brad laughed and made a trust gesture with his fist in his heart.

Walking to the door, he instructed: "If you need to contact me, ask my friend to go to the artillery position to deliver wine." ”

Zheng Fei replied with the same gesture.

Brad packed the necessary belongings and left the castle to make his way to the artillery position at night, he had to avoid several watchtowers, but he didn't have to worry at all, he was best at camouflage.

Zheng Fei leaned on the windowsill with his arms, looked at the direction of the artillery position, and exhaled faintly: "Stimulation, where is the stimulation." ”

This operation is different from the past, everything has to be carried out secretly, and if someone is not careful to find out, it will all be over.

The reason why he told the city guard that he was going to steal a batch of artillery and sell it was because only in this way could he get permission to leave the city late at night, otherwise, even if he gave the guard a large sum of money, he would probably not be allowed to go, but would arouse the vigilance of the other party and be closely searched.

This is due to the loss of artillery, the responsibility lies with the artillery unit, and the loss of Urban, the responsibility lies with the city defense guards, no matter where they hide, the thunderous Ottoman royal family will send troops to capture them and Urban back.

This kind of risk cannot be taken by the guard officer.

......

Time flies, five days fly by, and for Brad, who was hiding in the artillery position, the memory is still stuck five days ago.

It is impossible to disguise yourself as artillery, Istanbul's artillery is extremely strict, two thousand people are divided into twenty groups of one hundred each, neatly and neatly and easily counted.

This unit, using all the large cannons designed by Urban, is no less effective than the elite troops on the front line, they play the role of the ultimate defense of Istanbul, even if there is a 1 in 10,000 chance that the enemy's army will hit the outside of the city, they will use the cannonballs to cover the sky and the sun to set off a wail in the enemy camp, so that the enemy army retreats in a hurry.

Faced with such a difficult situation, and with no hiding place around the artillery position, Brad could only resign himself to huddle in a place that no one could have imagined - the barrel of the urban cannon.

The first cannon made in Urban, also known as the Turkish cannon or the Dardanelles, had a barrel five meters long and a caliber of seventy-six centimeters, enough to hold an adult.

The cannon had not been used since the capture of Constantinople and was placed as a symbol in the very center of the artillery position, with the muzzle facing the sky.

For the past five days, Brad has been lying quietly in the barrel of the gun, eating some dry food when he is hungry, drinking some salt water when he is thirsty, and he can only temporarily quit smoking and drinking.

Every time he raised his head and looked at the circular exit unfolding in front of him, he felt like a frog at the bottom of a well.

The only pastime was to be able to listen to the soldiers passing by, oh yes, and the sound that made his blood rush from the barracks at night, the moans of women.

That morning, when he had just woken up from his sleep and was bored nibbling on dry food, the barrel of the cannon was knocked four times in succession, then twice, at a very small volume, but for him in the barrel, it was simply deafening.

It was his contact code with his old friend, the tavern owner.

Four and two sounds, which means to start the action tonight.

He knocked five times in a row to indicate receipt.

At the same time, Zheng Fei is in bed with Bella, the daughter of the strait guard.

Despite his similar name, the Straits Garrison was one of the most sought-after figures in Istanbul, and his loyalty to the Ottoman Empire was stubborn and not something he could win over with money.

Besides, he is not short of money.

Bella doesn't live with her father, her father and her lover live in an office building in the middle of the city, and Bella lives with her mother in the vineyard, quiet and comfortable.

Fortunately, Bella's mother likes Zheng Fei very much.

When he woke up from his sleep, Zheng Fei turned over and saw Bella sitting on the bed reading a book, the words on the book Zheng Fei didn't recognize, maybe in Turkish.

The pampered Bella was not in the habit of cooking for him, and when she saw him wake up, she smiled and winked.

Zheng Fei yawned, rolled over and sat up.

Everything is ready, and according to the agreement, the plan will be implemented today.

Now, only the strait is left. (To be continued.) )