[Look here, look here, this book has officially been renamed "The Great Voyage of the Empire", is it a little heroic? ]

There are three watches today, and they will be served one after another before 12 o'clock, and please bubble more~

It's really tiring to write a prison escape plot, so I decided to escape today and restore the romantic style~

As for the revenge mentioned by a certain reader, of course there is. 】

"Oh yes, he's got a note for you with strange symbols. ”

Zheng Fei took it, only to see that the so-called strange symbol was actually German, and Hans's hometown was in Germany.

It reads: Escape from the cliff, the reception is being prepared.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, crumpled the note into a small ball, and ate it.

After getting out of the tunnel, it has to be said that escaping from the cliff is the only way out, because the Portuguese army will close the road in the shortest possible time, and it is impossible to sneak into the city or run to the port, the only way is to escape into the mountains through the cliffs of Guò and find a place to avoid the limelight.

The question is, how is Hans going to deal with the cliffs hundreds of meters high? Hehe?

That's all for later, what he needs to think about now is how to discover the mystery hidden in the millstone, and before thinking about this, he has a more important thing to do - enjoy a big meal.

It's been a long time, delicious crab meat, I didn't expect that there was a bottle of good brandy, a special from France, old and with a faint oak barrel flavor, it looks more mellow, if it is put in the 21st century, it will be treasured by the winery, the treasure of the town.

The Portuguese royal family is very generous.

Judging from the current situation, I don't know when I will be able to eat the American pepper black pepper and tequila, he took half a sip of brandy and thought with a smile.

He spent the whole afternoon in a prison cell, and he was not escorted out to let the wind out, and the prison was really monotonous and boring.

In the evening, the prisoners returned to their nests one after another, and a few of them secretly made an OK gesture as they passed by his cell.

In order to prevent himself from falling asleep, he made a bloody cut on his arm with a nail, and when he was tired, he made a few drops of brandy and wiped it up, and the pain was so great that he suddenly woke up.

Men should be cruel to themselves, this is the life creed he set when he was a teenager.

At two o'clock in the morning, when the guards were no longer patrolling and fell asleep, he stood up and gently unlocked his cell door.

Then he walked through the darkness with stumbling steps, and for some unknown length, he polished a match and was able to see his surroundings clearly.

"Hey, here. Someone whispered, and all the prisoners in the nearby cells woke up, they were Juan's loyal henchmen.

Zheng Fei smiled and patiently demonstrated to them how to pick the lock in turn, each of them had to demonstrate for at least five minutes, there were more than 20 people in total, this is a huge project.

After more than two hours of demonstration, everyone said that they had learned, but of course, some people were indiscriminate and did not dare to admit it for fear of embarrassment.

After a deep yawn, and it was already dawn, he quietly returned to his cell, lay down to make up for a short sleep, and drank the small half bottle of brandy left over from the day before going to bed.

Lookout.

On a sunny day, the little yellow flowers of the story, blooming from the day they first came, in the corner of the high wall, decorated this boring prison with a touch of pleasing color.

Juan squatted next to the pile of wood as usual and smoked, when he saw Zheng Fei coming, he took out a new one and handed it over, Zheng Fei waved his hand and refused, he rarely smoked, only occasionally smoked a cigar, and couldn't stand the taste of inferior cigarettes.

Juan shrugged his shoulders and snuffed out his cigarette butt, pretending to be a casual looker, and whispered, "When will you act?"

"There's one more thing you need to accomplish. Zheng Fei smiled slyly.

"Well, what do you want me to do? It can't be a musket, right?"

"No, it's easy for you. ”

"Okay, let's hear it. ”

"I remember you saying that there was a kid who wanted to mess with you, and he could get his hands on the stuff in the warehouse. ”

"That's right, the old man in charge of the warehouse is his relative, but there is nothing useful in the warehouse, only some daily necessities and ingredients. Juan was puzzled.

Zheng Fei nodded and said, "Find a way to get a few barrels of spirits out." ”

"It's really simple, I've done it before, but you've had a good drink these days, why do you want to drink that thing?"

"It's a secret. Zheng Fei sold a pass, lay down and looked at the white clouds fluttering in the air, and the corners of his mouth rose forty-five degrees.

The morning passed quickly, he had been idle and had done nothing, and the officers, including Derrank, did not reprimand, who would be interested in tossing a man who was dying?

Standing on the watchtower, holding on to the guardrail, Derrank, holding his jade-encrusted Persian pipe, looked down at the sweaty prisoners in the clearing, and spat out the smoke rings triumphantly.

"Mr. Frank, what do you want to eat for lunch?" asked the warden, sitting behind him, boredly, as if he wanted to glance at him because he was arrogant.

"Just order lunch and have a foie gras steak, you have to have a good beef tenderloin, the cubs can't be more than three months old, otherwise the meat won't be tender. Oh yes, bring me another bowl of cod soup with less salt. Derak said without looking back.

The warden stared at his back, made a thrashing motion, and with a hum he ordered his subordinates to prepare.

Suddenly, probably seeing something, Derrank's proud face changed, and after observing it for two seconds, he roared, "Hey, what are you doing?!"

When the warden saw that he was suddenly angry, he hurriedly ran to the guardrail to look, and saw a group of prisoners in the open space who had gotten a few barrels of wine out of nowhere, and sat shirtless in a circle beside the pile of wood, celebrating as if they were duì.

The warden's face sank, and when he was about to deal with it, he saw that it was Juan who took the lead, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

Derak turned his head and glared at him angrily, "This is your territory, hurry up and clean up that group of prisoners, it's best not to let my people do it!"

The warden smiled in embarrassment and said, "You don't know, their boss is Juan. ”

"What the fuck Juan is!" Derak shouted, pointing at his nose and about to start scolding, his throat seemed to be gagged, and he frowned, "That Juan who used to be called the boss of Lisbon?"

"That's right, it's him, he has dominated the local organization of Lisbon for more than ten years, and even the Duke of Santos has to give him some face. ”

Derak rolled his eyes, his anger calmed down a lot, he sat down and took a sip of wine, and said lightly: "I heard that the king ordered you to turn a blind eye to him, since this is the case, then forget it." ”

In the open space, the prisoners kept clinking glasses and cheering, covering Zheng Fei to do something.