The soldiers defending the city who were instigated to rebel originally thought that Zheng Fei was just an arms dealer who "did his duty", and that after the cannon was transported outside the city, a seller would pick it up, and as soon as the goods were paid, they would get on the ship and fly away. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Who would have thought that Zheng Fei actually stole the character Urban out, and now he is going to blow up a large warehouse, and the danger factor of the whole thing has soared in an instant.

Despite the fear that still haunted them, they had no choice but to take the plunge.

In the silence of the night, in the field less than a thousand meters from the strait, they quietly approached the warehouse, which was larger than the castle, under the cover of grass and trees, and the refreshing sea breeze swept through their ears, blowing away the tiredness that had just hit.

At a distance of 100 meters, conceal.

Patrols are rotated by soldiers guarding warehouses in two-hour groups, and the patrol lasts about fifteen minutes, followed by a five-minute break before continuing.

The patrol team is only ten people, but the vigilance is extremely high, because of the need to protect the supply of the entire strait garrison for half a year, they are carefully selected from the garrison, and their combat effectiveness cannot be underestimated, and they are extremely strong on the battlefield back then.

It's a pity...... The opponents they will face are too terrifying.

Except for a few people with a very strong sixth sense, no matter how strong the vigilance of human beings is, it is impossible to surpass the deer, which is known for its alertness and agility.

Deer is the favorite prey of the natives, not only the meat is tender, the deer skin can also be used to make clothes, and the antlers can be made into handicrafts, which can be described as a treasure.

Led by brown bear hunters, more than a dozen natives lurked lightly along the patrol's inevitable path, each with a dagger, waiting for their prey to arrive.

It was a night of no exception, with the constant chirping of insects, the occasional scolding, a pot of wine and a roll of barbecue, the patrolmen's nightlife.

Officer Elinor and his men walked boredly on the weedy paths, a job he had to repeat every day, and they were all patrolling in the middle of the night, but in fact they were no different from walking.

"******!" he spat hatefully in the direction of the warehouse, and poured a very low degree of red wine on his neck.

"Sir, what are we patrolling like this every day?" the soldier yawned repeatedly.

"The devil knows! Don't let people sleep at night!" The officer had a very big temper, and he had just fallen asleep half an hour ago, and he could have woken up the officer who had asked for a change of guard.

"Take a cigarette to refresh yourself, turn around a few more times and go back to sleep. ”

The officer stood still, looked up at the broken moon, looked at the mutilated moon, looked melancholy, took out his pipe, wiped a few matches before lighting it, took a sharp sip, and handed it to his men to smoke.

At this time, his neck suddenly hurt, and he cursed: "Damn mosquitoes!"

As soon as the words fell, he was stunned and frowned slightly.

Where did the mosquitoes come from this season.

He had a premonition of something, and subconsciously raised his hand to cover his neck and felt a thorn.

To his surprise, the nine soldiers behind him were all doing the same as him, their hands on their necks, dazed and at a loss.

Seeing this, he suddenly thought of the assassination incident he had heard about before, and suddenly he was excited.

However, it was already too late.

The tip of the needle was smeared with a highly toxic drug extracted from American herbs, and in just one minute, the ten patrol members went from dizziness and dry mouth to breathlessness and unconsciousness, until finally collapsed to the ground.

Blow arrows are probably the most terrifying weapons of the Indian tribes.

Seeing the soldiers die before they could see the enemy, the city guard and his men gasped as they wondered what terrible weapon, or rather, witchcraft, the strange-looking natives had used.

Solving the patrol, in order not to let the soldiers protecting the warehouse notice anything unusual, Zheng Fei asked people to quickly change into the patrol team's armor and equipment, and walk along the path as usual.

The next level is the watchtower.

The sentinels on the watchtower are the most laid-back, far from their companions and do whatever they want, such as drinking and playing poker.

At this time, they obediently sat on the small bench in the watchtower, "doing their duty", wasting time, and talking nonsense.

"Hey I say, remember in Manissa, I won a duel with Hercules for a full two hundred silver coins!"

"It's just your luck that guy is sick. ”

"Humph......"

No one noticed, a group of stalkers was approaching.

No matter how skilled the sailors were, they couldn't handle the assassination, and the task was left to Brad and the natives.

It was estimated that it was almost one o'clock in the morning, and all the warehouse defenders, except for the sentries, had fallen asleep.

For the sake of insurance, the sneak attack on the watchtower still uses blowing arrows, so that no matter how strong the combat effectiveness of the sentinels is, they will not be able to exert themselves.

Brad doesn't know how to blow arrows, but he has a good throwing knife, and the tip of the knife is also smeared with a highly toxic liquid, as long as he is stabbed and bloody, even a cow will not escape death.

The silent battle ended in five minutes, and the whole warehouse was left with only the lambs sleeping in the room to be slaughtered.

After dealing with all the work, Zheng Fei came to the door of the warehouse.

The door, carved from a huge natural granite, with chains as thick as an arm, was indestructible, and the key was in the hands of the Duke of Istanbul, the royal commissioner, and the Strait Garrison, and all three of them had to come at the same time to open the door.

Zheng Fei beckoned to Santiago, who smiled knowingly and handed over a flat pole.

"Why do you have a root with you?" said the city guard officer, puzzled.

"Secret. ”

Zheng Fei took the sharpened machete of the brown bear hunter, slashed the flat pole with swiftness, and pulled out the dusty eternal knife from it.

The sharp blade was unsheathed, the hand was raised and fell, the thick iron chain of the arm was broken in response, and the heavy granite gate was pushed open by several people in unison, revealing the mystery of the stone door behind the stone door in front of everyone.

"God ......"

"Oh my God......"

"God ......"

"Is there no other word?" Zheng Fei scolded.

However, the scene in front of me is really shocking.

The warehouse was filled with countless large cargo boxes taller than people, and there was an indescribable smell in the air, including the smell of wine, meat, and gunpowder.

Munitions, cotton yarn, hobbies...... The contents of the warehouse were worth no more than 10 million silver coins, not to mention the private collections of the officers and soldiers of the Strait garrison, which were placed in small numbered boxes, including ivory, rhinoceros horn and other valuable items.

This wealth is not unsightly.

"Really...... Fried?"

Unanimous, everyone hesitated.

"It has to be bombed, unless you want to die in Istanbul. Zheng Fei said firmly. (To be continued.) )