"If, I'm talking about if, you have enough strength in the future, will you destroy the Ottoman Turks?"

After a long silence, Zheng Fei did not answer him directly, and asked rhetorically: "You still hope for revenge?"

Christine stared at the horizon, resentment and sadness taking over his eyes. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"I'll never forget my mother. ”

"But the culprit is not the whole of Ottoman Turkey, but its ruler, Mehmed II, isn't it? ”

Hearing this, Christine closed her eyes helplessly and sighed faintly.

"Well, I'm not going to force you to help me get my revenge. ”

"I didn't say no. Zheng Fei shrugged his shoulders, stared at his side face and smiled indifferently: "Is it okay to arrest Muhammad for you?"

"Hmm, how can you catch that guy if you don't kill it?" Christine was surprised.

"You don't have to worry about that. Zheng Fei sold a pass, raised the wine jug and leaned his neck to drink, and then wiped his mouth happily: "I'll ask you a question too." ”

"Speak. ”

"I heard that before you were captured by the king, you burned all the blueprints of the battleships you had designed, including the original drawings of the Christian. I would like to ask, how much do you remember about those drawings?"

Zheng Fei will not be satisfied with just the dozens of warships in his hand, if he wants to build an invincible fleet across the seven seas, he is still far away.

If there are no drawings, it will take a lot of time to redraw them by studying the ship.

Unexpectedly, Christine's answer was really pleasantly surprised by him.

"All. Christine smiled confidently: "I have nothing else wrong with this person, but I have a good brain, and I can now draw the original map of the Christian completely, and even the data will not be wrong." ”

"He is truly the son of Urban, a genius. Zheng Fei was relieved a lot, and lay back, looking at the blue sky comfortably.

"Ha, thank you for rescuing and taking my father, and me. ”

"You're welcome, I think I want to thank you father and son for their talents, and in return, I made a promise today. When I have enough strength, I will take Mohammed II before you. ”

Zheng Fei is not making promises at will, he is talking big words, he is very serious.

With the destruction of the naval harbor and the destruction of hundreds of warships, the naval power of the Danish dynasty was almost negligible. Without those hundreds of warships, it is equivalent to losing the axis of the expeditionary plan, even if it still has the Arna Legion equipped with rifled guns, it is impossible to swallow the Ottoman Empire, it is simply wishful thinking.

In that case, the only hegemon of contemporary Europe and the whole world would be the invincible Ottoman Turkish Empire.

In the future, Zheng Fei's army will definitely collide with it with a lot of sparks, and even ignite a raging fire.

"Christine. I don't know how long I was silent, Zheng Fei, who was lying on the grass with Erlang's legs crossed, turned over and got up.

"Huh?" Christine was in the same position as him, lying and whistling with her legs, as if enjoying the leisure, and he was about to fall in love with it as much as his father did.

"How many people know the secret of the kind of gun you designed? I mean the threads on the inner wall of the barrel. ”

"Only me, whether it is the battleship or the artillery, I have a monopoly, otherwise how can the king provide for me. ”

"Have you never mentioned it to anyone?"

"No, the king had ordered a group of artillery designers to study my work, but no one realized that it was the humble threads that really improved the performance of the guns, and their attention was focused on the shape and length of the barrels. ”

Inadvertently, the corners of Zheng Fei's mouth curled: "In other words, they can't discover the secret of the artillery in the short term?"

"At least not yet, the designers tried many times without success, and were dismissed by the king and exiled to the north to reclaim the wasteland, and after that few people dared to try. ”

"Beautiful. Zheng Fei couldn't help but clap his hands, excited.

His hand reached into his bosom and he found the colourful shell he had picked up on the beach, which had been picked up early that morning in Copenhagen after the flotilla carrying gunpowder had left, and he thought it was so hard that he wanted to make it into a badge.

Facing the sun, he admired the brilliance of the shells.

"Is this a shell? I don't think you like this kind of thing, like a girl. Christine joked.

"It's called a girl's heart. Zheng Fei stood up happily, looked at the place where the sky and the earth met, and took the shell back into his arms.

"Rest, I'm going to get busy. He said lightly, and only left Christine alone and walked away to inspect the various artillery positions under construction.

Christine answered, listening to his footsteps drifting away, her eyes following the bird hovering in the air, smiling and muttering: "Girl's heart... Sounds good, and I have it too. ”

A few hours, in a flash.

One cannon after another was dragged up to the top of the hill by the Spartan warriors, and ordinary people could only watch in amazement at the bottom of the mountain, especially the captured convoy soldiers, whose eyes were full of surprise.

They originally thought that if these positions were repaired, they would not be able to transport hundreds of pounds of cannons to the top of the mountain without any tools and equipment, and even if they could, it would be a huge project, and it would never be completed before evening.

And what they saw now was three or two soldiers carrying a cannon, moving steadily on the top of the mountain, each mountain was hundreds of meters high, but the soldiers didn't even need to stop and rest halfway.

"What kind of people are this?" they exclaimed.

And when the giant cannon appeared, they couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

The diameter of the barrel is nearly one meter, and it can accommodate an adult man like Santiago, and the barrel length is about six meters, and the shells it fires alone weigh four or five hundred catties.

It was such a huge cannon, which was successfully placed on the top of the mountain under the concerted efforts of more than a dozen Spartans, and the muzzle of the cannon was pointed directly at the wasteland.

Seeing that the position was arranged, and boxes of shells and gunpowder were transported to the top of the mountain, Zheng Fei looked up at the position of the sun, and it was estimated that there were still two hours before evening, and it was time to leave.

"Guys, it's time for us to go!" he shouted.

Before leaving, he put his hand on Hans's shoulder, and said earnestly and earnestly: "I must bring everyone back safely." ”

As a veteran shooter and one of Zheng Fei's most trusted people, Hans was the leader who stayed behind to stop the enemy this time.

"Don't worry, I don't want to die here. Hans took a deep breath and smiled as naturally as he could.

"Gotta come back alive, old man. "Santiago came over.

"Yo, when did you start caring about me?"

"If you don't come back, who am I going to run into?" Santiago scoffed. (To be continued.) )