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Looking up, you can see a few storm petrels above the sea, stretching their strong wings and soaring to their heart's content.

The uneventful voyage, after sunset, night, dawn, and sunrise, passed a whole day and night, and the fleet docked without encountering any episodes.

And on this past day, the king sent countless heralds to inform the scattered armies to search for the traces of the demon army and kill Christine!

However, in this era of inconvenient information dissemination, before his order could reach the naval port, Zheng Fei arrived first.

Port.

More than 200 gunpowder carriers are still anchored here, most of them medium-sized cargo ships, each worth about 3,000 silver coins, and belong to the property of the Tukman family, whose son was a well-known merchant in the maritime transport industry in Copenhagen and who often made a lot of money by transporting goods to France and Belgium on behalf of some merchants.

The gunpowder on the ship had already been emptied, and since Zheng Fei had arrived earlier than expected, they had not had time to be transported to the manor to hide, but were stacked on the docks and were being carried to countless flatbed trucks.

Zheng Fei jumped off the deck and looked up at the sun, it was probably noon, he touched his chin, frowned and immersed himself in contemplation.

In Copenhagen, the king will certainly not give up, and soon the news will spread to all parts of Denmark, and everything must be dealt with as soon as possible and then leave, the longer it drags on, the more troublesome it will be.

Thinking of this, he immediately beckoned, called Santiago, who was still lying on the guardrail and watching the scenery, and gave a few orders.

Santiago nodded, climbed up to the highest stack of crates, and announced in his sonorous voice to all the busy porters.

"I'll pay double my salary, come and do things for me, guys!"

Double, for the porters is a rare sweetness, their favorite is to work less and get more money, no matter how angry the employer is, it can't stop them from running to San Diego.

Almost all of the more than 2,000 porters at the docks were called up, and the Spartan soldiers loaded the gunpowder boxes onto flatbed trucks, and the non-stop work continued until the evening, when it was finally completed.

Happily receiving the reward, they ended the day's hard work early, and went into the tavern near the pier in groups of three or five, drinking some wine and admiring the graceful posture of the glamorous dancers.

After a short period of repair, Zheng Fei began to head towards the naval port more than ten kilometers away, and it was expected that he would be almost there before dark.

Before leaving, he went to the manor to find Britney.

Don't think too much, it's not for anything, it's just to give yourself a "makeover".

Do you remember that time in Lisbon, Britney used her superb craftsmanship to transform him into a different look?

The reason why he wanted to change his face this time was because he had been to Navy Port with Christine not long ago, and the general must know him, and he couldn't leave this matter to anyone else tonight, so he had to take charge of the overall situation himself.

"Hey... Don't move, let me take another look. Britney smiled charmingly, looking at her work affectionately.

"It doesn't matter, anyway, by then it will be dark and the light will not be clear. Zheng Fei hugged her gently, rubbed her gently, and then left the room and left the manor.

A little more than an hour later, the heavily guarded naval port.

The sun had sunk in the distance, and seeing that night was about to fall, the sentries in the naval harbor did not expect that there would be uninvited guests at this time, so they had to reluctantly drop their jobs and take up arms.

"Where are you from?" the sentry stood in front of the gate, stopping the huge convoy and following it for thousands of miles.

"Copenhagen. Duke Tukman looked at him proudly, his tone cold.

Hearing that it was from the capital, the sentry immediately became a lot more respectful, after all, there were big officials everywhere in that place, maybe this one in front of him was.

"Who are you—" The sentry asked cautiously, shrinking his head slightly.

"Tukman is the commander of the Copenhagen artillery unit, a duke. Tukman still did not change his cold tone, and this temperament just made the sentinel not question his identity, because ordinary people would not be so arrogant.

"It's the Duke, welcome to you! I'll go and inform the General now!"

"Be fast, I'm in a hurry. ”

The sentry nodded busily, and then quickly ran towards the interior of the naval harbor, to the castle where the general lived.

Ten minutes later, the armoured general galloped across a black-maned horse, stopping at the gate with a courtesy smile on his face.

"Duke Tuckerman, remember me? We had a drink at this year's Central Castle Gala. ”

"Of course, it was the King who introduced us to each other. The Duke smiled back.

"And what are you doing this time from Copenhagen?" the general dismounted, and looked up at the long line of convoys, his eyes flashing with a hint of confusion.

"The expedition is about to begin. ”

"I know, I got the news a few days ago, Christine was here once, and it's ridiculous, he thought he really had a lot of power, and he actually wanted me to send a few warships to his friends, heh. ”

The duke was not interested in his words, and only said according to what Zheng Fei had explained.

"Once the expedition begins, your navy will definitely rush to the front to open the way, so you will need a lot of supplies. ”

"Of course. The general seemed surprised: "Are you here to send us supplies?"

"I was transporting gunpowder, food, drinks, and so on, and I was ordered to load gunpowder onto every ship and make sure that the navy had enough gunpowder to fire shells. ”

"Great, we have countless cannons in our naval port, but we just lack gunpowder! If we had enough gunpowder practice a long time ago, every soldier could become a sharpshooter!"

The general smirked, and was about to show off endlessly, but was interrupted by the duke's raised hand.

"Okay, let's not talk about it yet, I'm going to finish the task and go back, there's a lot of work to do in Copenhagen. The Duke pinched his eyebrows, looking impatient.

"Hmm, do you need to be in such a hurry, it's hard to come here, why don't you try my collection of beautiful bars, just to catch the wind and wash the dust for you." ”

"No need. The duke replied coldly, and took half a step forward to look him in the eyes: "General, in times of war, we don't have time to enjoy. ”

The general was stunned for a moment, and then hung his head in embarrassment and shame: "Yes, I'm going to arrange work now, do you need my soldiers to help load it?"

"No need, the people I brought can be completed, and I have this time to organize more soldiers to train and prepare for war!" (To be continued.) )