The dim oil light sprinkled on this quiet tavern, Zheng Fei held his breath, staring at the pool of bright red blood, his brows twisted together, and unconsciously there was a little compassion in his pupils. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"You really shouldn't have pulled out a gun. The Duke took Drup's hand, closed his eyes sincerely, and repented of his sins in his heart.

Before leaving, Brad remembered something, walked quickly to the counter, drew his dagger, and looked at the tavernkeeper and his buddy with a blank expression.

"Do you know who I am?" he said coldly.

He was answered by a panicked and decisive shake.

"I'm Brad, and I'm sure you've heard of that name. ”

The boss's face froze in an instant, the corners of his mouth twitched twice, and he fell to his knees in despair: "Please don't kill me..."

"Don't worry, as long as you don't get me into trouble, I won't touch you, you know what to do, right?"

After a moment of stunnedness, the boss understood what he meant, and nodded cautiously: "I didn't see anything tonight, I'll pack up my things and leave Copenhagen immediately." ”

"Good. Brad raised his eyebrows, stuck his dagger on the counter, and walked away without looking back.

Delayed for half an hour by the vignette, the convoy set off again, and came out of the city on the country road, and soon they came to the dock.

It's a medium-sized terminal, and it doesn't seem to be a big port like Copenhagen, so the traffic is unsatisfactory every year, and business is sluggish.

Zheng Fei bought it from a nobleman two days ago, and it only cost 30,000 silver coins.

And tonight is the most glorious moment since the establishment of this pier.

Under the starry night sky, more than 200 boats stretched for thousands of meters along the coastline, and nearly 10,000 porters crowded the docks, waiting for their employers.

The night sky, boats, and people form a spectacular landscape, and in the quiet picture, it seems that you can hear a powerful cry, swinging in the middle of the night that should belong to the dreamland.

"Is everyone here?" Zheng Fei asked Ares and the Spartan officers who were maintaining order at the scene.

"Yes, we tried our best and only found more than eight thousand porters. Ares shrugged.

"Forty men are in charge of a boat, and if you hurry up, one night is almost enough, go and tell them to work harder, and if they can finish the work before dawn, I will pay three times the salary!"

"Yes!" the Spartan officer stood up and strode away.

Zheng Fei raised his eyes and glanced at the ships docked on the shore, and under the night, it seemed to be lined up to the edge of the sky.

"Are the sailors in place, Ares. He asked.

"Yes, they are all recruited from the major docks, and they follow their fleet to Copenhagen, where they will stop for half a month and be idle, and they are very willing to make some extra money for a short distance. ”

"Good. Zheng Fei bowed his head, took a long deep breath, looked solemn, and patted him on the shoulder: "I'll hand it over to you this time, remember to unload and pile it in the manor after transporting this batch of gunpowder back, and let your people cooperate with the Spartan warriors to guard it closely until I go back." ”

"Hmm, are you going to stay here and not leave?" Ares frowned.

"There are still a few days to stay, and there is something more important to do. Zheng Fei took out the wine jug, unscrewed the lid and took a sip, took it in his mouth, and swallowed it.

"Sounds like you're going to have something to do again," Ares smiled wryly, still remembering the feat of leading the Knights out of Lisbon in the first place.

"There's no way, it's a dangerous victory. Zheng Fei smiled faintly.

"There are about two thousand Spartan warriors coming to Copenhagen now, and you must need them, but in that case, who will escort the fleet back? ”

"Don't worry, in the name of Denmark to send gunpowder to the naval port, even if they are greedy for money, they will never dare to do anything. ”

All of his worries were dispelled, and Ares nodded happily, raised the flask and took a sip, before asking no more.

Standing on the crowded dock, looking at the sailors who were busy with their work, Zheng Fei stopped for a moment, thought of something, and walked a few steps to Duke Tukman .

Tuckerman's face was extremely heavy, and all kinds of chaotic thoughts appeared, and his eyes were so uneasy.

He worries about his daughter's safety, thinks about whether he will survive safely, and repents of the death of his old friend, General Drup.

All kinds of thoughts occupied his mind, so much so that Zheng Fei came to his side, and he didn't notice it yet.

"Hey. Zheng Fei called softly, interrupting his musings.

Duke Tukman blinked, really in no mood to say hello to him.

Seeing the duke's complicated expression, after hesitating for a moment, Zheng Fei bowed deeply to him, which made the duke panic.

"You—" The Duke subconsciously took two steps back, feeling a bad premonition.

"Don't be surprised, I just wanted to express my apologies to you, I'm sorry to use all kinds of chips to blackmail you, what I didn't expect was that your old friend would suddenly appear. Zheng Fei said sincerely.

"yes, he shouldn't be there. The Duke sighed, rolled his eyes and thought for a while, and asked, "Can you tell me, what do you want that batch of gunpowder to do, won't you sell it?"

"I can't say what it will be useful now, but you'll know soon. ”

"I hope you don't make a big mess. The Duke furrowed his brow worriedly, unable to stretch for a long time.

There was silence for a while.

"Tell me, what else needs to be done?" asked the duke.

"Leave Copenhagen with this fleet, as there may be a lot of trouble along the way, and I need you, as a general, to use the pretext of transporting gunpowder to the naval port to get rid of all these troubles until the fleet reaches its destination safely. I'll be back in 10 days at most, and I'll buy you a boat to take to London to meet your family. How's that, okay?"

"Do I have the right to choose?" the Duke smiled wryly, helpless.

"Thank you. ”

"Oh, look how easy you are, just a thank you made up for everything I lost. ”

The duke's tone was filled with reproach, or rather, hatred.

Zheng Fei knows that no matter what he says or does, it is irreparable, so it is better to shut up and hold his bitterness in his heart.

Bitterness, he also suffers? Of course.

Originally, he only needed to get a hundred boats of gunpowder, and even if he bought it, it would only cost more than one million silver coins, and he could still afford this money, and there was no need to hold the general hostage.

But now, he has emptied almost all of Copenhagen's stockpile of gunpowder with one goal in mind – to destroy the Danish dynasty's expeditionary plans and keep the beautiful continent of Europa away from the ravages of war.

In this day and age, it is already terrible to have an Ottoman Turkey. (To be continued.) )