But no matter how prosperous and desirable the city is, Zheng Fei has no intention of seeing more. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Remember what the patrol leader said that day: don't stay in Istanbul for too long.

Worried about long nights and dreams, he stood on the watchtower, looked at the people with different expressions, and after thinking about it for a few minutes, he made a decision - not to dock in Istanbul, but to go directly through the Turkish Strait.

The Turkish Straits, the third part of the Turkish Straits to be precise, the Bosphorus, the first two parts of the Dardanelles and the Sea of Marmara, have already passed.

The city of Istanbul is built along the strait, which leads directly to the Black Sea, which is extremely long, only more than 700 meters at its narrowest point, with a total length of 30 kilometers, which takes more than an hour according to the average sailing speed.

But now there is a very thorny problem, that is, the strait is so narrow that it can be bombarded to the other side with a single shot.

In order to facilitate the control of order, and on the other hand, to prevent arms dealers from reselling arms to enemy countries through the strait, the Ottoman Empire stationed a large number of troops on both sides of the strait, including thousands of artillery personnel alone, and countless other arms.

Even more deterrent than the army is the cannons that are located every few tens of meters on the shore, and the deterrent barrels are pointed directly at the water, becoming an invisible blockade line, and trying to force a breakthrough of the strait is tantamount to a fantasy.

At this time, Zheng Fei was standing at the highest point of the watchtower, carefully observing the giant cannon placed on the shore with a telescope, and after confirming that the defense was not leaky, he sighed faintly.

The Ottoman Empire, which is worthy of being at the peak of the times, the countries that I have visited before, Spain and Portugal, and the gap between them are simply Ma Rong and Pan Jinlian. (Something seems wrong, either Horton and Phelps?...... Forget it? (^?^*)）

Every ship that was about to cross the strait was subject to a close search by soldiers, which was personally supervised by the Ottoman royal family, and it was difficult to escape.

Zheng Fei pondered, how could he cross the strait safely with the artillery, rifled guns, hot air balloons, etc. hidden in the cabin?

At this moment, a gunshot rang out, startling everyone.

At the ferry, the soldiers found a large amount of gunpowder on a ship, and shot the captain without saying a word.

The Imperial Crown has expressly instructed anyone who crosses the Strait with a large number of arms to kill!

At this time, those who wanted to bring arms through the Turkish Straits into the Black Sea were all trying to sell arms to Romania and other countries that were at war with the Ottoman Empire, how could the imperial royal family allow such a thing to happen?

Zheng Fei turned his head and watched as the soldiers tied up the crew of the boat and shot them in turn, and then loaded the bodies onto the ship and sailed south, ready to be thrown farther into the sea to feed the sharks.

Now, is it in the past or not? He hesitated, and for a moment had the idea of retreating.

"Hey, how do I have a bad feeling. ”

Looking at the tragic situation of the person who was shot, Santiago clenched his fists and sniffed his nose, and glanced at Hans Ares and the others, shuddering, and his eyes revealed a rare panic.

Zheng Fei unscrewed the lid of the wine jug, but he didn't want to drink it, and looked at him.

"Me too. ”

Zheng Fei didn't dare to guarantee that the things he was hiding would not be discovered, let alone that he would be able to leave here after being discovered, you must know that on this coast of several thousand meters, there are countless Ottoman warships moored, and they can start the roundup at any time.

For the sake of a group of Spartan descendants, there is no need to push yourself to a dead end, in case you lose your life, you will be planted.

However, the thought just crossed my mind.

"Bang!"

Even though there was a lot of noise nearby, the explosion was still so violent that everyone who was caught off guard suddenly shuddered.

This time it's not a gun, it's a cannon, a cannon on a warship.

The target, a cargo ship that turns around and wants to retreat.

The cannon shell hit the cargo hold, and instantly set off a larger explosion, the explosion sound was deafening, and thick black smoke filled the air, and it was dark and choking in an instant.

It can be concluded that the ship was also carrying gunpowder, and when he saw that the people in front of him were shot, he timidly tried to escape, but was discovered by the captain of the navy, who immediately ordered a bombardment.

The Barbarians of West Asia in the European population are barbaric and rude, and they must not be expected to capture prisoners for interrogation, they prefer to kill them directly.

It took more than ten minutes for the black smoke to dissipate, and the merchants, navigators, and laborers on the shore were still in shock.

This scene put Zheng Fei in a dilemma, and a few drops of cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

Oh, it's big. With a self-deprecating cry in his heart, he gritted his teeth and slammed the railing.

Judging from the current situation, you can only bite the bullet, and if the soldiers find contraband, you can take money to gag them at the first time, and maybe you can hide it.

Having made up his mind, he took a deep breath and asked the helmsman to change direction and head straight for the entrance of the strait a few hundred meters away.

The sailors' expressions were filled with fear and supplication, and some of the believers knelt on the deck, prostrating their heads reverently, silently reciting the scriptures they thought would bring good luck.

Some sailors with their families choose to kiss their wives at the end of their lives, or touch their children's heads with pity, and distract them by telling small jokes lightly.

This is the only thing they can do as husbands and fathers at this moment.

To be honest, Zheng Fei was more nervous than anyone else now, he had never drenched so much cold sweat, his shirt was tightly clinging to his back, his fists were restlessly hitting the guardrail, and his eyes were staring at those warships, soldiers, and cannons.

For the sailors, it's just a death.

And for him, it will be hundreds of people who are buried in his own hands, these people are innocent, and if it were not for his insistence on coming to Istanbul, they would all be alive and well.

Although sailing is an adventure, and he may run aground or be buried at the bottom of the sea in a major storm at any time, dying from natural disasters and dying from his own decision-making are still different after all, which will make him feel a deep sense of guilt.

What's more, there is an essential difference between him and the sailors - he has something that he wants to do in particular and can be called a dream, and the sailors do not.

He wanted to explore the mysteries of the New World, to go on adventures all over the world, and to live his life with passion.

It's so unwilling to die here like this!

Thinking of this, he slammed the guardrail again, and his fingers ached faintly.

Suddenly!

"Hey, come over to me those boats!"

An officer shouted at the top of his voice, glaring angrily.

"Is there any problem, sir?" Zheng Fei frowned slightly.

"If you want to cross the strait, you have to queue up, and it's not your turn yet!" (To be continued.) )