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After all-night hard work, more than 8,000 porters loaded all 200 ships of gunpowder, and when they saw the white belly of the fish in the east, they were already tired and paralyzed, lying on the ground full of fishy smell and sweat on the dock, with a happy smile on the corner of their mouths, and gossiping.

"With three times my salary, I can buy a lot of land, and farming is much easier than being a porter. ”

"That's right, but I'm going to keep the money and give her a gift for Sylvia's birthday, I've liked her for a long time. ”

"Yo yo yo..."

Chatter, simple and unpretentious.

After a simple adjustment, Ares led his two hundred knights to the deck, along with thousands of sailors.

Set sail and set sail!

The rising morning sun casts its splendor on the tranquil surface of the Baltic Sea, bringing the first intoxicating shade of color to the world on this fresh and beautiful morning.

Facing the rising sun to the east, the huge fleet faded away, disappearing into the distant sea level under Zheng Fei's expectant gaze, where a hazy mist rose.

Seeing the fleet leave, Zheng Fei squatted on the beach and washed his face, fading away the sleepiness of a sleepless night.

Hey, this colorful shell looks so chic, like a delicate work of art.

He smiled, reached out and picked it up from the sea, pinching it and feeling that it was so hard that it could be made into a beautiful badge.

Wipe the water off the surface of the shell and carry it into your arms.

"Man, what are we going to do next?" Santiago yawned over and stood behind him, making a gesture of surprise, "Oh my God, a rough man like you loves shells." ”

Zheng Fei frowned and glanced back at him: "Am I rough?"

"Uh... Well, sometimes you're pretty detailed. Santiago stuck out his tongue.

"You have a vision~"

The corners of Zheng Fei's mouth curled, he took a deep breath facing the sea, looked up at the sky and stretched his arms, and took a few hearty deep breaths, his face became solemn again, and he was thinking about the next thing in his mind.

"Seriously, can you give me a thousand silver coins?" asked Santiago suddenly, scratching his head a little embarrassed.

"What do you want to do?"

"Buy gifts. ”

"What a valuable gift... To whom?"

"For you. "Santiago is serious.

"Yes, what is the purpose?" Zheng Fei raised his feet and walked back from the beach, not looking pleased with his dedication.

"Then you must be in a good mood, so I can ask for another ten thousand. ”

"Hmm, what do you want to do with another 10,000?"

"If I buy a gift again, I'll give it to you. ”

"Why this time?"

"You'll be happier after receiving the gift, so I'll be able to ask for another 100,000. Santiago snapped his fingers with joy.

"100,000, that's a lot of money, you won't still give me a gift, right?"

"Of course not, this time I'm going to..."Santiago stopped, looked up at the blue sky, his eyes were full of great longing, and said leisurely, "Splurge..."

"I knew... Hey Brad, come here and hack this guy to death!" Zheng Fei couldn't help but laugh, somehow he was much happier physically and mentally, and he no longer bothered about what was going on.

In this way, Santiago felt that his foolishness had been successful.

"Well, I'm such a nice guy. Looking at Zheng Fei's back, Santiago whispered to himself, a satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth.

After catching some fish and shrimp from the beach and grilling them, Zheng Fei took everyone out of the dock and into the city.

Everything is about to begin.

Today's Copenhagen is particularly unpeaceful, as if there is a sense of hustle and bustle everywhere.

As soon as dawn was discovered, General Drup had died in the tavern, and even the king was alarmed, and rushed over to check on him under the protection of the royal guard, and he was bruised from beginning to end, because Drup was one of his most trusted generals, and it was planned that Drupp would be the vanguard general of the expeditionary force.

The dozens of soldiers who were asleep in the tavern were awakened by the fiery whips, and the king sat on his chair and asked them what had happened.

No one dared to tell the truth, after all, the death of General Drupp was at stake, and if he had come to the tavern to drink because of dereliction of duty, the king would have ordered them to be hanged.

So, they all said that they didn't remember anything, and someone must have drugged themselves.

Seeing that he could not ask what the result was, the king could only order a hundred lashes per person and then let them go, and poor him did not know until now that all the stockpiles of gunpowder in Copenhagen were now floating in the calm and peaceful Baltic Sea.

On top of that, Copenhagen is about to have an even bigger event today, and it's no exaggeration to say that it's enough to shock the whole city.

Is it the announcement of the start of the expedition? No, it is the execution of the hero that the people worship, the great Christine.

Excuse: an attempt to usurp the throne and implement a harsh policy in Denmark.

Obviously, such an excuse was not convincing to the civilians, so they crowded the streets or leaned against the windows, waving their arms high and shouting in protest.

However, the king ignored their opinions, and ruthlessly ordered the army to take Christine out of the palace and take her to the gallows.

"Oh my God! Christine, what's the matter, they put him in a prison car!"

"Isn't it true that Christine is the one who is going to lead the Danish dynasty to the light?

The people chattered and discussed, and their faces were occupied by surprise and incomprehension.

Noticing the reaction, one of the men beside the king became more and more uneasy, his eyes rolling around, as if he were the one who was to be executed.

He was the king's sixth son, and because of his excellent commanding skills, he won his father's trust and love.

But the more capable a person is, the more difficult it is to be satisfied, he doesn't want to be a prince for the rest of his life, he wants to be a king, the sooner the better.

That's right, he was the one who wrote a secret letter to Duke Tukman , and the usurpation plan had been fully prepared, just waiting for Tukman to dispatch artillery units to deter by force, but overnight Tukman suddenly disappeared without a trace, and he couldn't find it all over the city, which made him panic and worry about whether his plan was exposed.

He was anxious like an ant on a hot pan, and cold sweat was constantly oozing from his forehead, and the king asked him what was wrong, and he could only prevaricate by saying that he was sick.

In contrast to him, today's protagonist, Christine, is unusually calm, standing expressionlessly in a prison van and browsing the streets of the people who were once her most loyal supporters.

Looking up at the cloudless sky, Christine let out a long sigh, perhaps because of her unfulfilled ambition, or perhaps because she regretted her naivety at the beginning. (To be continued.) )