Ares was finally willing to shave off his beard, and he was full of energy, with a straight nose, deep pupils, and an almost perfect body, he looked a bit like Captain America at first glance.

There was not a single idler on the South America, only a dozen sailors, and it seemed empty, because the ship served as a warehouse, and all the food, wine, and spare shells were piled up in the cabin, in case some ignorant child broke in and wiped a match, hehe, collectively went to the sky.

On deck, the sailors lined up to greet them, giggling, and Hans hid behind him to lift his trousers.

"One by one, what did you do last night?" Zheng Fei reprimanded.

As she spoke, Vivien stepped out of the cabin, buttoned up in a charming manner, and looked at him with her seductive eyes.

"Oh~" Zheng Fei had an epiphany, it seems that there was a wave last night.

"Captain, why are you here all of a sudden?" said Hans, who had been in bed with Vivien half a minute earlier, as he lifted his pants and lifted his pants.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, run for half an hour, and have breakfast after running!"

With that, Zheng Fei asked Ares to stare at them, and he went straight into the deepest cabin.

In the cabin, it was dark, except for an oil lamp in the corner, which illuminated a wooden table.

The air was full of wine, beer and wine, and of course brandy in oak barrels, plucked from the dockyard owner.

At the wooden table, George was intently writing something, stretching and yawning tiredly.

Hearing the footsteps, he turned his head and saw that it was Zheng Fei, and said with a smile: "Captain, long time no see." ”

"How's it going to explain to you?" Zheng Fei walked over to the table and saw that he was writing a series of symbols, perhaps formulas that he understood.

"Well, there are some places that I still can't figure out, for example, looking at this drawing, according to your previous instructions, I designed the rifling of the gun, but I found that due to the storage of the rifling, the air tightness is much worse, and the range is much worse, if you make the bullet bigger and block the muzzle, you have to poke it into it when loading."

Zheng Fei raised his eyebrows and said, "You first modify a rifled gun, and the next thing will be solved slowly." ”

George pursed his lips, nodded and smiled, and continued to write some symbols on the paper.

After turning around the dim cabin, Zheng Fei saw that there was a door in the deepest part, blocked by a large wooden box, and walked over out of curiosity.

"Hey!" George stood up, shaking his head eagerly.

"What, there's a beautiful girl hidden in it?"

"Nope"

"Then you won't let me in?" As he spoke, Zheng Fei moved the wooden box and pushed the door.

Who would have thought that the small space inside was much brighter than the outside, with four or five oil lamps lit, and the floor was covered with parchment, and it was a mess.

When he looked closely, he saw that there was another person inside, wrapped in a sheet, trembling.

At this time, George also ran over and scratched his cheek.

"Is he sick?" Zheng Fei frowned worriedly, there was still a patient isolated on the South America?

Who would have thought about it, but George shook his head again and again, and whispered in a low voice: "He is not a patient, you can take a closer look." ”

Zheng Fei stood on tiptoe and walked over the letter suspiciously, only to realize that he was indeed not trembling, but struggling to write.

Drawings, drawings of rifled guns, with a lot of frames scribbled in ink, and a lot of discarded parchment on the table, with cones drawn on them, very abstract.

He didn't even notice that someone was coming in, and he didn't even notice that someone was standing behind him, burying his head in his own business.

Zheng Fei wanted to pat him, but he didn't do it after all, because this man's trembling back was like a madman who would go berserk at any time, and he didn't want to stick to bad luck.

Zheng Fei turned around and lip-synced George, "Who is he?"

George beckoned, signaling that it was inconvenient to speak.

Zheng Fei went out, brought the door, and became more and more curious: "Who is inside, why has no one ever sued me?"

"He's a madman. George poured him a refreshing beer, and continued, "He came many days ago, and told me not to tell the others, you know, I don't go out except for the occasional time on deck at night to get some air, so I'm almost forgetting about it." ”

"How long has he been in there?"

"I can't remember, it's been days, he's never been out, there's bread and water, he's been eating those things, he's never asked for a change of taste, he's a madman. ”

"Have you asked him what he was doing in there?" Zheng Fei's eyes flashed with a trace of worry, in the "arsenal" of the South America, there was a person hidden inexplicably, and he was also a madman, no less than a time bomb.

George pondered for a moment, and then said, "He spoke to me on the first day he came, and then he never opened his mouth again, and kept himself in it, and when I went in to see what he painted, it was all lines that he couldn't understand, like those mad painters." ”

After a pause, he furrowed his brow worriedly, and then said, "Captain, you don't think you're trying to throw him out, are you?"

"Nope. Zheng Fei shook his head decisively and said, "This is the depths of the Atlantic Ocean, where to throw it?

"That"

"You move to another cabin to study, I'll have the others come and watch over him, and one day he'll be tired, and I'll find someone to enlighten him then. ”

"Uh, Captain. George stopped talking.

"Say whatever you want. ”

"You're not so cold-blooded now, you can't bear to throw it away even as a madman, haha~"

Hearing this, Zheng Fei smashed the back of his head and said, "I'm okay like this, stop talking nonsense, pack up your things and change the cabin!"

With that, Zheng Fei couldn't wait to leave the dreary and dim cabin and go to the deck.

The sailors were lazy in the mountains, with pickled sardines in their hands, nibbling on them bite by bite.

As soon as Zheng Fei came out, they suddenly jumped up in unison, timidly standing up straight, and had to squeeze a wry smile out of their stiff faces.

"Didn't you let you run for half an hour?" Zheng Fei glared at them, noticed the sardines in their hands, and said with a smile: "Is it delicious?"

"Is it delicious?" They were really scared of tossing, and they didn't dare to answer the question lightly, and they might be tripped up somewhere.

"I think it's delicious. Zheng Fei smiled slyly.

"That's delicious!"

"Hehe, if you like to eat, eat more. ”

The sailors looked at each other in disbelief, when did the stern captain become so kind, it was the equivalent of the gospel from the temple.

However, before their joy stayed on their faces for half a second, they were splashed with a basin of ice water mixture by Zheng Fei.

"Sardines taste the most beautiful when eaten raw, everyone, go to the sea to catch sardines, 100 per person, catch them ashore!"

[There is one more shift in the early morning, about one o'clock~]