The sailors returned to their positions, and the huge fleet of ships was on the vast sea, heading northeast, drifting away. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Two days later.

It was a comfortable morning, and after passing through a narrow strait, the fleet came to an unfamiliar sea, called the Sea of Marmara, not much bigger than the lake, and if it went well, it would reach Istanbul before dusk.

Zheng Fei was lying on the bench on the deck, wearing the shoddy sunglasses, drinking freshly squeezed juice while basking in the sun, which tasted very good.

Santiago also learned from him, snatched the glasses of an intellectual and applied ink, and lay down wearing them, and the black ink flowed down his cheeks and into his neck, and he didn't notice it at all, and took it as juice spilling out of the corners of his mouth, dipped his fingers and licked it, and then puffed bitterly.

Is this guy deliberately pretending to be stupid to ask for attention? Zheng Fei laughed, stretched leisurely, and got up to take the binoculars to look at the scenery.

The sea breeze is pleasant, take a breath, as if you can smell the smell of spring.

Winter is coming to an end, and in the spring, along with the revival of everything, there are also bacteria that breed and spread, and you must supplement some medicinal fruits after docking in Istanbul to prevent it.

Holding the telescope and turning the lens, Zheng Fei's field of vision moved from a white seabird to another white object, which was a ship sail.

It was not until half an hour later that those huge white sails were clearly displayed in front of Zheng Fei and the sailors.

The magnificent scene made their throats involuntarily let out a sigh of admiration.

"It's scary......" the sailors huddled around the side of the ship, muttering.

White Sails, belonging to the fleet of the Ottoman Navy.

Hundreds of sails were hung high like a curtain, and hundreds of warships were cleaving the waves, like countless giant beasts in the sea, galloping in the Sea of Marmara.

They came from the south and their destination was Istanbul.

The fleet, which had just been drafted back from Egypt, was the elite of the Ottoman navy and captured a series of ports there, laying a good foundation for the Ottoman landing in preparation for a major attack on Cairo.

After the end of the combat mission, the Ottoman royal family ordered the invincible fleet to rush back to Istanbul, according to the plan, in a month they were going to enter the Black Sea, storm the Romanian port of Constanta, the army attack on Romania met with stubborn resistance, so that the leader had to use naval force.

Ten minutes later, Zheng Fei's fleet joined up with the fleet, and out of professional habit, the fleet used a U-shaped pocket array to force them to stop.

What do you mean by professional habits?

Searching and interrogating passing caravans, that's the work of a ragtag patrol, and an elite fleet like them doesn't bother to waste time on it.

The so-called professional habits are just happy to show off their might to the merchants, nothing more.

"Hey, are you going to Istanbul?"

The captain of the fleet did not even bother to leave his deck, shouting from a distance, his feet on the ship's guns, and a hint of sarcasm hung on the corners of his mouth.

In these turbulent and tumultuous times, merchants and officers looked down on each other, of course, because of jealousy.

In the officer's feelings: You are rich, aren't you? If I give you an order, you can turn all your property to ashes.

And in the businessman's mind: Are you powerful? But what kind of hard life are you? Can I spend all my time drinking and hugging all kinds of high-end places, can you?

However, both are very keen to do the same thing, which is to make themselves both financially and forcefully.

Merchants bought ships and guns to recruit convoys, while officers tried their best to exchange money.

It is precisely because of this that Brad was able to use the high price of 100,000 silver coins to get the giant battleship from the Italian Navy, but the pity is that Zheng Fei did not spend a penny in his pocket.

"Yes, Istanbul, your capital. ”

Zheng Fei responded, looking around with the corner of his eye.

The fleet consisted mostly of medium-sized assault ships, frigates and cruisers, as well as several giant warships, including flagships, which were not inferior to Italian ships at all.

What's even more terrifying is that each battleship has more than a dozen guns placed on the side of the ship in turn, and the barrel is extremely long and the trajectory is low, which is considered to be the best among cannons, and it can be said that there is no ship-based artillery in the whole of Europe that can compete with it.

This is the work of the fifteenth-century cannon genius, Urban.

"Then you have to be careful~"

The captain of the fleet dropped a sentence meaningfully, sneered, and turned into the cockpit.

A few minutes later, the elite of the Ottoman navy slowly raised its white sails, driven by the sea breeze, and went away, leaving countless waves with waves.

They simply made a gesture and did not board the ship to search, because they were convinced that as long as they were individuals, they would not dare to cause trouble in Istanbul, even Brad, the famous killer in Europe.

Seeing the huge fleet leave, the sailors became hesitant, they felt that with Zheng Fei's style of doing things, something must be done in Istanbul.

From this fleet alone, it can be seen that the Ottoman Empire is very different from the countries it has visited before.

What's the difference between doing things in its capital and looking for death?

"Captain...... Where are we going now?" asked the boatswain, with sincere trepidation.

"Istanbul. ”

Zheng Fei stood at the bow of the boat, unscrewed the lid of the wine jug with one finger, and poured it with his neck up.

"But they're so strong. ”

"We are businessmen who do our duty, don't worry, this time my target is only the descendants of Sparta, and there will be no extraneous branches. ”

He stared to the east, the glowing morning sun rising above the sea level.

......

In the blink of an eye, it was dusk, and the morning sun inadvertently became the sunset.

In the vast expanse of the sea, the bustling metropolis is close at hand, and sailors look around for docks to dock at.

The embarrassing thing is that Istanbul doesn't seem to have a marina, almost its entire coastline, is a marina.

Countless seabirds hovered in the air, and occasionally bearded soldiers raised their muskets to shoot them down, but the range of tens of meters was really not enough.

On the shore, countless boats were lined up, including warships, cargo ships, and small fishing boats, and fishermen who toiled at sea for days, returning with a full harvest of money, hoping to go to the city and sell it at a high price, so that they could slaughter those who had no money to spend.

Thousands of white sails, stretching from the invisible east to the invisible west, seem to meet the red sunset.

The coast is several kilometers long, full of boats from all over the world, merchants stand on the shore smoking and chatting, and laborers are busy moving boxes.

[I just arrived in a new place, and I was busy during the day and came back late, and the code word was in...] (To be continued.) )