In the largest building in the port of the Gulf of Aden, I met my long-lost friend Wooding.

Becoming the patriarch of the city-state of Basra, he did not embark on the road of no return, but became more capable and heroic, which really puzzled me.

"Isn't there a girl in Basra that you have your eye on?" I asked with a wicked smile.

"Don't laugh at me, I have a terrible headache!" Wu Ding looked complaining, and then pointed to his subordinates: "He told you everything, right?" ”

I nodded and smiled evilly: "You are avoiding the important again!" Say, after so long, why hasn't Akisha's stomach moved? Could it be that you have something unspeakable that you can't hide? ”

Wu Ding glanced at Azhisha, who was disguised behind him, and smiled bitterly again: "Qilan, don't be funny, the recent situation is too tense, I'm too busy at home, so there is a chance to make people?" ”

I saw that he was really having a headache, so I stopped joking, but smiled and said: "This matter is difficult to say, simple and simple, the key is to have a suitable opportunity......"

Wu Ding's eyes suddenly lit up, he rushed over and grabbed my sleeve, and clenched me eagerly: "Qilan, you can say it!" What can you do? What do you want? I'm doing my best to cooperate with you! ”

As he spoke, he patted me on the shoulder and said loudly: "I've been depressed lately, these Spaniards are like a big mountain, and they really make me breathless!" You say, do you want money or people? I'll give it all! ”

I patted him lightly on the arm and whispered, "No! I don't want money, I don't want people, I want information! ”

"What intelligence? You say, I won't get it for you at all costs! Wooding patted his chest.

I couldn't help but wonder: "What I want is intelligence on the Spanish merchant fleet and the British privateer fleet......"

"The Spanish merchant fleet and the British privateer fleet? What do you want their intelligence for? Wu Ding began to be a little confused, looked at me a few times, and suddenly remembered my past brilliant achievements, and couldn't help laughing: "Qilan, you don't plan to pretend to be ......"

I slapped him on the stomach hard, and he immediately bent down in pain, and I grabbed his arm and lowered my voice and feigned anger: "You big horn, don't shout!" Military secrets! Got it? ”

"Understood! Understand! Wooding exhaled in pain, and smiled bitterly: "I'll let someone do it right away!" Do it now! ”

In the next half month, we repaired the drill inside the Gulf of Aden, and the content of the drill was only one - how to make ourselves more like a British fleet!

Hua Mei didn't quite understand my actions at first, she was obviously going to Xinda* Lu to resolve Mawei's crisis, why did she stop here and do these things that had nothing to do with her own crisis?

I smiled and explained to her that it wasn't a bad job here, nor was it a mistake to stick a knife in a friend's ribs and forget about my own business. On the contrary, I am encircling Wei to save Zhao, and I want to fundamentally solve the problem of the Spaniards' multi-front attack!

As for the reason, Alfred Jr. and I have already explained it thoroughly, Spain has been divided into two factions, and the differences between them have become far greater than cooperation, and they are completely opposite, with you and without me.

What I have to do now is to fight against the Spanish naval forces that are hostile to the Alfred family and attack all my territories, and my identity is the British privateer, the fundamental purpose is to disrupt the private peace of Spanish-speaking Britain and buy more time for the development of my territory in the new continent!

In fact, I didn't have to do anything big in the new continent, I was simply disgusted and angry at the British's rebellion. And as I said before, after leaving the Ming Dynasty, I had a deep sadness in my heart.

The world is big, where is my home? If I don't have a home anywhere, I'll create one myself!

This is my most fundamental thought, why should I work hard to lay the foundation of the bed, but lose it because of the betrayal of my allies?

I sabotaged the peace between Britain and Spain in this way, I was encircling Wei to save Zhao, saving the country by curves, and fighting for the dream in my heart!

So it's not a waste of time, it's that I'm solving my own problems in my own way, and of course, the problems my friends are facing.

On the eighteenth day, I finally received feedback from Wooding—that the Spanish fleet had recently made significant progress in its repeated incursions into the Indian Ocean, and that their merchant fleet had begun to move in the direction of the western Indian Ocean, that is, near us, in order to take advantage of the situation and score points.

To be more precise, it is to occupy such a strategic place as the Gulf of Aden, and lay a nail in the coffin for a full-scale invasion of the Indian Ocean!

The British, on the other hand, wanted to share this result with the Spaniards, after all, it was their secret release that gave the Spaniards this opportunity, so they took it for granted that they should enjoy some, or even a part, of the rights.

And there was some minor friction between the two sides, in Africa, which I occupied with the British and the Portuguese. Although they are not large, they all start with words and end with hands, and do not cause large-scale conflicts.

But this time in the north, there was a lot of competition between the two sides, especially in the process of supplying Sofala, and the two sides even clashed again over the supply order - I also confirmed this from Rodriguez's letter, which also gave me more confidence to carry out my plan.

But the hardest part at the moment is not with me, but with Woodin.

It's not hard for me to act like a British fleet, it's hard to act in the whole set - in my script, there is a plan to give up the Gulf of Aden.

Only by using bitter meat in this way can the Spaniards really believe in our drama, but the Gulf of Aden is the southern base of Woodin, and he cannot make up his mind to give up this base that has been cultivated for two generations in exchange for a victory.

To this end, Woodin proposed several compromises. In the final analysis, he hoped that the damage to the southern base areas would be reduced as much as possible, and he was not willing to bear even a little.

The question becomes a dead knot. With the exception of the Gulf of Aden, the other port cities are not the common fat in the eyes of the Spaniards and the British. But if Woodin doesn't want to, I won't be able to fully implement my plan.

My eyes wandered over the waters near the Gulf of Aden, trying to find a target large enough to replace the Gulf of Aden.

Suddenly, my eyes were drawn to a small dot on a map!

That's right, it is the island located on the border between the Indian Ocean and Africa - Socotra!

Many years ago, I completed the pursuit of the legendary female pirate here, and it was Woodin's life's work.

And today, why don't you want to revisit the old place and create a new glory?

I told Woodin what I thought, and the guy jumped three feet tall and immediately agreed to my proposal.

As early as ancient times, the ancient Indians continued to go to Socotra to obtain precious medicines such as frankincense, gentian, dracaena, myrrh, aloe vera, civet, ambergris, etc., and they called this island "Happy Island", which was about 3,000 to 4,000 years ago.

Later, the ancient Egyptians and ancient Greeks came to this island to fight the autumn breeze, and the results were remarkable, and the islanders also experienced several rounds of religious changes.

About 200 years ago, the Portuguese came to this small island, known as the "distant market", to help the islanders to rely on the rule of Islam, bring the more advanced productivity and ideas of the Middle Ages, and use Socotra as a base for the northern and southern conquests, where they entrenched for four years.

Four years later, the Portuguese left Socotra, and in 1511 the islanders became subjects of the Mahri Sultanate, where they remain to this day.

The Mahri Sultanate and the Woodin family, despite their similar beliefs, did not get along with each other for the simple reason that compared to the more secularized Woodin people, the Mahri Sultanate was more fundamentalist and extremely closed.

Woodin had also wanted to "liberate" the island's miserable subjects, but his goal was never achieved due to internal reasons, especially from the city-state of Basra.

And today, if I could go on to provoke Britain and Spain to lead the war to Socotra, it would be a matter of doing so with one fell swoop.

This would not only strike a blow to the Spanish and British, but also to the rule of the Mahri Sultan, and give Woodin the opportunity to completely dismantle this rebellious civilization.

Although this will bring blood and fire, life and death to Socotra, no matter where the battlefield is chosen, what about the undead?

Instead of dying on your own territory, adjust this location to the enemy's territory!

Well, now that we've agreed, the only thing that needs to be changed is the script I've already written!

Revising the script is not a simple matter and requires a high degree of cooperation from the actors.

It's a pity that our actors are all big names, and it's not easy for them to obediently cooperate with us, so I have to find some means, whether it is by explicit or unspoken rules, to "persuade" them to be obedient!

In this way, after I rewrote the script, all the parties involved were in full swing to prepare, deduce and prepare according to my script.

Wooding, in particular, has shown exceptional effort in this matter.

I know that as long as he can succeed this time, it will be a double happiness for Wooding, so there is no reason for him not to work hard.

Little Alfred doesn't have personal freedom, but he is free to move within my control. Watching my plan being pushed away gradually, he also sighed.

"I'm glad to be able to forgive me for my mistakes instead of treating me and my family as enemies." Alfred Jr. said.

"Oh? How to say this. I replied casually.

"A smart person who is unscrupulous, and low-key is not like words, such a person must not be an enemy." Alfred Jr. sighed.

"Praise!" I chuckled, "I'm just a defender, not an aggressor."

"I know the best way to defeat you!" Little Alfred suddenly said mysteriously.

"What's the solution?" I'm interested.

"Be friends with you!" Little Alfred laughed.

"Huh." I smiled and didn't make a sound.

Friend, what a luxurious term......