In the expected direction, the fleet moved at full speed, but although the white sails were huge, they did not have enough wind power to push them, and they were not as fast as they could walk on land.

That's a good thing, though.

The wind was light, and Brad's ship must not have been able to run fast, but could only drift slowly, even if the river was fast, but against the huge Italian battleship, the propulsion was extremely limited.

And Zheng Fei's side is different, nothing else, there are many people!

If the wind is insufficient, manpower will make up for it!

There are dozens of sailors in each boat, each with a long oar, raising their heads and chests, accompanied by a high-spirited and upward shout, rhythmically rocking forward and backward, and the oars plucking and slapping the sea, so that the forward speed of the frigate has been effectively gained.

Ten frigates, hundreds of people paddling at the same time, this scene is spectacular if viewed from the air.

There are two red-billed seabirds, hovering in mid-air, curiously looking at this group of people who do not belong to Venice, with hard work and sweat, breaking the waves!

An hour later.

In the west, the setting sun casts a large red glow on the sea, which meets but echoes the sunset above the dome.

It was about to fall into the night, the temperature gradually cooled, and the wind also showed the dryness and coldness that should be in winter, stinging Zheng Fei's face on the watchtower.

The paddling sailors did not feel the slightest chill, they were even shirtless, sweating profusely, and their arms were numb from the constant exertion, and they were just repeating the same movements.

Some of the men, led by Hans, did not need to paddle, they were the elite gunners of the fleet, and Zheng Fei allowed them to rest and maintain their physical strength, so that the cannonballs in the sky cut through the air, and Brad and his Italian battleship were buried at the bottom of the sea!

Standing on the watchtower, Zheng Fei held the telescope in his hand, the cold wind blew him slightly, he rubbed his face, took out the wine jug and took a sip of strong wine to warm his body.

In the distance, on the shore, stood a lighthouse, which looked to be some year old, with green moss and creeper-like plants covering the dilapidated stone walls.

On every cold and windy winter night, the light from the lighthouse provides a little comfort to the fishermen returning from the dark sea, encouraging them to overcome the fears brought by the cold and darkness.

That's why, the old man who guarded the lighthouse was reluctant to leave for decades, and he innocently and lovably felt that he was the patron saint of the Adriatic.

Along the coastline, the fleet reached the mouth of the great river, probably due to the dim light and the sight of the Italian battleships.

The only way to do this is to use a secret weapon.

Zheng Fei nodded to Hans on the deck, and Hans understood, and asked several sighters to take the telescope and drill into the hanging basket and release the hot air balloon.

The hot air balloon slowly rose to an altitude of several hundred meters, and with the help of telescopes, the field of view was expanded by at least ten times.

It will be a long search process, so to speak, each degree in the circumference is enough for a minute of observation by the sight, a total of 360 degrees.

If Brad's Italian warship could not be found before dark, then the ship would have to be driven out to sea first, and then the search would be launched after dawn tomorrow, but the success rate of that would be almost zero, and in one night, Brad would have fled to nowhere to go.

Zheng Fei pinched the wine jug and looked at the sunset that was gradually falling in the sky, and there was a trace of worry in his eyes.

At this moment, I suddenly saw a conspicuous red iron ring, along the cable that tied the hot air balloon, put on the rope and slid down quickly, which was a signal from an observer at a height of hundreds of meters, which meant that it had been discovered.

The red hoop means, southeast.

When the hoop slid down, the sailors were sitting on the deck bored, eating beef jerky and drinking water to replenish their strength, until the hoop hit the ground with a clatter, and then they jumped up and cheered indulgently.

I found Brad in just a few minutes, and it can only be said that God has favored him, and one in ten thousand is really gratifying.

Zheng Fei happily raised his neck and poured a sip of wine, high-fived, and said, "Guys, it's time to work!"

The loud voice of Santiago was in charge of repeating his words, and then stirred up the fighting mood as usual.

Santiago stood on the deck, his eyes resolute and fierce, and roared, "What is our goal?!"

"Kill Brad!"

"Who is Brad?!"

"Devil!"

"Who are we?!"

"Demon Slayer!"

"So what are you waiting for?!!"

As the words fell, the sailors quickly dispersed and took their positions, ignoring the pain in their arms, and paddling with all their might.

Santiago whistled in satisfaction, climbed the watchtower, squeezed his eyes at Zheng Fei, and said, "How is it?"

"Very professional. Zheng Fei knew that he wanted to be praised.

"Haha!" Santiago laughed, and then, looking at the sweaty sailor, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and he said with some doubt, "But why do you say that they are so willing to listen to us? ”

"We're not gods, and they're not as innocent as the natives. Zheng Fei took a sip of wine, his eyes swept over the sailors, stayed in the distant sky, and said seriously: "It's just that you ignited their fighting blood with passion!"

After a pause, Zheng Fei couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth, and the wine jug raised in front of Santiago, and said, "Strong man, you are a natural orator. ”

"Orator?"

"Well, in other words, a commander who is good at winning people's hearts!"

"Ha, Commander, I like this title!"

Santiago laughed and took the flask and took a sip, he was the only one in the fleet who could use the captain's flask.

Unlike his ecstasy, Zheng Fei lowered his eyebrows slightly, his hands propped up on the railing, and he looked down at the empty deck.

Zheng Fei understands that although Santiago looks and behaves with a sense of stupidity, he is not stupid at all, but has an excellent ability - inciting emotions.

He can deliberately amuse everyone to ease the atmosphere during the serious and tense preparation period, or he can roar passionately, so that the resting soldiers can instantly enter the combat state.

The orator will have an extremely terrible status in any age, as long as he achieves a certain degree.

Hitler is the best example of this.

There was also the leader of the First Crusade, Pope Urban II of Rome.

In a sense, every successful leader is a great speaker.

Ask yourself, Zheng Fei is inferior to Santiago in this regard, so he has to find a way to prevent this seemingly stupid and thick strong man from going down the wrong path.

He wasn't overly concerned.

When people have no money, they live a very pure life, but as the snowball of wealth rolls bigger and bigger, ambition will involuntarily swell, and if it is not well controlled, the desire for profit will be consumed.

What's more, the wealth of navigation is not slowly growing, but suddenly rich! )