Zheng Fei muttered, to be determined?

It's not a bad thing, so to speak, he takes the light of the felons.

There are many felons in this prison, they are all extremely ruthless characters, and the lightest ones are also murder and arson, not only are they fierce and decisive, but they are even more courageous.

The officer's fear was that most of the felons would get out one day, and that it would be detrimental to themselves and their families if they were to be tossed too much now to make them resentful.

Therefore, the work of the felons is much easier when the wind is released, and the other prisoners do not dare to have any opinions.

After the prisoners dispersed, Zheng Fei sat on a stone pier and observed the grass and trees around him.

"Hey, what are you looking at without a head?" said Jims, holding a couple of large bricks in his hand.

Jims was a special case among felons and had to participate in a high-load job because he had three hundred years and could not get out for the rest of his life.

Zheng Fei shrugged and didn't speak.

"Listen to my advice, man, don't try to escape, that will only make you die earlier, cherish this month, if I guess correctly, you will have a lot of fish and meat to eat in a while. ”

"Hmm. Zheng Fei nodded, just wanting to send him away quickly.

Seeing that he was still looking, Jims was about to say something, when he heard the officer squatting in the shade of a tree smoking angrily: "Jims, a three-hundred-year-old turtle! Hurry up and work! Be careful that there is no food to eat tonight!"

Jims ran away with interest, and Zheng Fei was able to continue to observe.

Probably the pinnacle of medieval prisons in Europe, this fortress is simple in structure, but flawless.

The open space is about the size of two football fields, and there is a lot of room for movement, but that's exactly where the trouble lies.

From the prison gate to the fence, there is a distance of at least 100 meters, and Zheng Fei's speed has to run for about ten seconds, during which he has to pass through eight watchtowers, dozens of sentinels, and the muzzles of two giant cannons.

Near the wall, there were many small red, green, and green flags, most likely minefields, and even if they weren't, they could never be anything good, maybe traps or traps. (The first mines appeared in China in the fourteenth century, and Europe began to use them in the fifteenth century in fortress defenses.) ）

Ten thousand steps back, even if he had passed the watchtowers, sentinels, and minefields unharmed, and reached the base of the wall, there was no way to climb it, even if he had undergone the most rigorous training in climbing.

Because the wall is six or seven meters high, even with Michael Jordan's height and bounce, it is delusional to touch the top of the wall, not to mention the nails and glass shards on it.

This path obviously doesn't work, but Zheng Fei has other ways.

He loves prison escape film and television works, but he has not been less influenced by this aspect, and the tightest prisons will also have a loophole that cannot be filled - underground.

In order to facilitate emergency evacuation, most of the prison underground is hollowed out, which can not only evacuate people but also act as a sewer when heavy rainstorms come.

Moreover, this prison is a fortress reconstruction, and the tunnels can be described as intricate.

What Zheng Fei needs to do now is to find the entrance to the tunnel.

As a newcomer, he doesn't know all the situations, so he has to find a capable guy to inquire, who is the soft guy and who is the strongest, and he will know at a glance.

He stared at the curly-haired guy who was squatting beside the pile of wood and smoking a cigarette in the distance, and not only did he not have to do anything, but he even smoked! Several officers under the shade of the trees did not say anything when they saw it, but smiled at him a few times.

Definitely a guy with a background.

Zheng Fei frowned, pulled up a green grass in his mouth, and walked slowly.

The curly-haired guy was chatting with his companion while smoking, and when his eyebrows were flying, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Zheng Fei approaching, paused, snuffed out the cigarette butt and looked ahead, and said coldly: "Get out, or be beaten here." ”

"There's something you're going to be interested in. Zheng Fei replied with a smile.

The curly-haired guy then moved his sharp gaze to him, looked at him for a moment, and said, "You'd better not lie to me." ”

"I don't have the guts. ”

"Sit down, guys, don't huddle around, get to work!" the curly-haired guy spread his men apart, found a flat ground and sat down, picked up the cigarette butt he had just extinguished and re-lit it.

Seeing that all the people around him had dispersed, Zheng Fei sat down, spit out the green grass in his mouth, and asked, "Why does everyone here respect and fear you?"

"You're new here?" the curly-haired guy took a hard drag on his cigarette.

"Just arrived last night. ”

"Well, I know you, I saw it at the window last night, there were so many soldiers surrounding you, and you killed one of them at the end. As he spoke, the curly-haired guy patted him on the shoulder, looking very appreciative, and continued: "People fear me because of my old days, I was an arms dealer and had an army of hundreds of men, armed with the best weapons, and they gave me the nickname of Lisbon Boss." ”

"Then something bad happened, a certain duke robbed my daughter while I was doing business abroad, and when I came back, I took people directly to his manor, killed him myself, and then was sent here by the army. ”

"I came in, but my loyal henchmen were scattered all over Portugal and rioted in protest, which was a headache for the king, and he had to order the guards to be nice to me and to reduce my sentence. ”

Speaking of this, the curly-haired guy paused for a moment, and then said proudly: "Oh yes, I am the only prisoner in the whole prison who can eat meat every day, don't try to get close to me, I won't share it with you." ”

Zheng Fei pursed his lips and said with a smile: "How many years have you been sentenced?"

This question darkened the curly-haired man's eyes, and he sighed deeply and replied, "Ten years, this is the fourth year I heard that you are a death row prisoner, and you will be hanged in a month?"

"I'm not going to wait for death, anyway, don't you want to go out early?"

"Of course, I think more than anyone else! My former wife is probably remarried, but my children are still outside, and they may be raised by my group of exiled men, and they may be living independently, but I am sure that they must not be doing well, and they must not be able to stand the taste of buckwheat bread when they are used to eating steak and shrimp! ”

After speaking, the curly-haired guy was stunned, turned his head and said, "Why are you asking this?"

"I can take you out. ”

"Don't mess around! The last time a kid tried his best to escape from the gate, we all lay at the window expecting him to escape, but he was hit by a cannon while running in the clearing, and the whole person was broken into several pieces!"

Zheng Feiyu raised his eyebrows slightly, and said lightly: "Only a fool would run away from the ground." ”

"Heh, can you fly?"

"I can't go to heaven, but I can get into the earth. ”

[I'm late to come back today, and I can't finish writing before the third update ~ I can only make up tomorrow, please allow me to make a sad expression ㄒoㄒ]