Line up?

"How long will it take to queue?" Zheng Fei bowed his head, his expression solemn, and after a while, he showed a little joy. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Standing in line means that you don't have to cross the strait now, you don't have to be searched, which gives you a little more time to maneuver and maybe find a way to escape in the middle of the night.

The officer gave him a blank look, silently lowered his eyebrows, took out his pipe and knocked it on the scabbard a few times, carelessly.

"There are still 2,000 ships to go, at least a week. ”

The longer the ship stays in Istanbul, the more berthing fees are paid, and the merchants are in a hurry to do business and are reluctant to wait too long here, so they will pay a small bribe in order to leave as soon as possible, so the officers and soldiers always like to block the merchants for as many days as possible.

The corners of the officer's mouth had an obvious wicked smile, and he held his pipe meaningfully, quietly staring at Zheng Fei.

Zheng Fei saw his intentions and beckoned to Hans beside him.

Hans was stunned for a moment, then quickly sighed, and took out his pipe and stuffed it into his hand.

"You...... I'm asking you to bring me a bag of silver coins!"

Embarrassed, Hans ran back to the cabin and took out a small cloth bag containing exactly a hundred silver coins.

Zheng Fei took it, and from a distance of dozens of meters, he threw it to the waiting officer.

The officer snickered, weighed the weight and quickly hid it in his arms, and then cleared his throat in a serious manner.

"Ahem, you have a lot of boats, so let you go a little earlier, and you can leave in two days. ”

"Thank you. Zheng Fei smiled back.

Subsequently, under the guidance of the officers, the flotilla slowly approached the shore.

"Captain, what shall we do now?" Although they did not have to die for the time being, the sailors were still sweating.

"Relax, I'm here to do the sherry business in Istanbul. ”

Every time he called at the port before, Zheng Fei would ask people to buy a batch of port special goods and sell them when they arrived at the next port, which not only made more money, but also provided himself with an identity cover.

Think about it, what businessman would run around the world with a fleet of empty ships? If anyone says that there is no arms on board, they will not believe it, and it is easy to arouse suspicion.

When he arrived in Pars a few days ago, Zheng Fei asked the boatswain to buy a large quantity of sherry, more than 2,000 barrels, and now, those fine oak barrels were in the arms of the laborers, and the barrels were stacked on the docks.

"Santiago, come with me to the city. ”

Zheng Fei's gaze swept over the laborers, at the patrolling soldiers on horseback on the shore, and then raised his eyes to look at the hazy city of Istanbul, the newly-built, uniquely shaped buildings.

"What about me?"

Hans and Ares spoke almost in unison.

To be honest, they are Zheng Fei's right-hand men, but they always feel that their weight in Zheng Fei's heart is a little worse than that of Santiago.

That's because, in the avalanche in the Azores, Santiago saved Zheng Fei's life.

"I have a task for you. ”

Zheng Fei froze, glanced at the Ottoman army out of the corner of his eye, and took a deep breath.

"Take a few shrewd and capable men and scatter them around the city to inquire and find out what is going on in Istanbul. ”

"Hmm...... For example?" Hans mused.

"The head of the defenders of the strait, work and rest time. ”

"Understood, I'll do it immediately!"

......

Half an hour later.

As the sun sets and twilight sets, Istanbul is at its busiest time of day, when the streets are filled with vendors, carts selling all sorts of goods, and people constantly coming to visit their business.

It can be seen that the residents here are particularly fond of eating a huge ****, which stands up and is as thick as an elephant's leg.

Of course, it's not an elephant's leg, but the famous Turkish kebab.

The Ottoman Empire, full name Ottoman Turkey, Turkish barbecue originated from the ancient Turkish Imperial court barbecue banquet, and later spread to the people, because of its quick and easy preparation, delicious and unique taste spread throughout the Middle East.

Due to Istanbul's unique location, vendors come from Europe, Asia and Africa, with different skin tones, selling snacks and handicrafts just to make a living.

Zheng Fei sat in the tavern, turned his head to look out the window, only belonged to the style of Istanbul, and the scenes remained in his impression.

"Hey, what are we doing in the tavern?" Santiago beckoned to him with his hand in front of him, baring his teeth and taking a sip of wine, not used to the sweet and sour taste.

It's called Palm Tung Wine, which was brought by Africans, and this wine is only suitable for on-site drinking, so it is not easy to last long, so it has gone bad when it comes to Istanbul after a long journey from far central Africa, and it tastes strange to drink.

Zheng Fei didn't want to drink this strange wine, he had been drinking his own sherry all the time, which was robbed by the Giuseppe family.

"Because the taverns are mixed. ”

He replied lightly, grabbed the wine barbecue from the plate and stuffed it into his mouth, shook the wine jug, took a sip, chewed and swallowed it carefully.

All the while, he looked out the window, where a bearded officer was beating the peddler, who was rolling all over the floor.

He wanted to do justice, but he couldn't, Istanbul had at least tens of thousands of defenders, weapons and equipment were at the peak of their time, and they were extremely strong.

On the way to the tavern, he also stumbled upon something that could be called a monster, a giant cannon with a barrel that could fit Santiago!

He didn't know that it was the Great Killer of the Middle Ages, the legendary Terminator of Constantinople - the Urban Cannon.

He didn't even know that the genius artillery designer Urban was in Istanbul.

There is an old Chinese saying that there is a precedence in hearing the Tao, and there is a specialization in the art industry.

Yes, the historical Leonardo da Vinci is indeed a great person, as the most perfect representative of the Renaissance, he was a thoughtful, learned and versatile painter, astronomer, inventor, architectural engineer, also good at sculpture, music, invention, architecture, mathematics, physiology, physics, astronomy, geology...... Almost everything.

However, in terms of artillery design and casting, he could never match Urban.

Urban, likewise the only and irreplaceable of this era.

Well, when it comes to da Vinci, it always feels weird, is it the kid in the fleet, or the one in Florence?

Zheng Fei looked away from the beaten vendor and grabbed the empty plate, only to find that the barbecue had been secretly eaten by the San Diego guy.

"Go buy two more plates. He took out a couple of silver coins and gave them to Santiago.

Just as Santiago had just left, a figure dangled in from the door of the tavern, deliberately lowering his brimmed hat, but Zheng Fei could still see his face clearly.

It's familiar, but he can't remember it for a while, but he's sure he's seen it.

The man sensed that someone was looking at him, and glanced at him, his gaze fierce and cool. (To be continued.) )