I have to say that Napoleon was indeed favored by Lady Luck, and Nelson was like a ball of chewing gum, no matter how hard the French army riveted and ran, they couldn't get rid of him. Several times, he was almost caught by Nelson's little tail.

You may be curious, doesn't the Vostok have a "perpetual motion machine" like the Devil Terminator? Isn't the Vostok a mix of galleys and sails, and can be called a little overlord in an inland sea like the Mediterranean? How could Nelson catch up with him?

In fact, the reason is very simple, the Vostok is indeed powerful, it can be called a "copycat version of the Black Pearl", but the other warships in the French fleet are not so lucky! Especially those troop carriers full of soldiers, which were no faster than Nelson's Royal Navy!

As the saying goes, "It is often the shortest plank that determines the volume of a bucket", and the same is true for fleets, and it is naturally these slowest troop carriers that determine the speed at which the French fleet moves! No matter how fast the Vostok is, it is impossible to abandon the troop carrier and play "solo"!

If this situation continues, even in Egypt, I am afraid that the French army will not want to get rid of Nelson (shēn), but as if God is helping the French army, another rare extreme weather in the Mediterranean Sea has appeared - storm!

In fact, it is not strange that there are storms at sea, after all, most of today's hurricanes, typhoons and the like are generated in the depths of the distant Pacific Ocean and the Atlantic Ocean, but the probability of such a storm appearing in the Mediterranean Sea is too low! It's as rare as winning a lottery, and the small, peaceful, warm Mediterranean Sea is more like a lake than the sea!

At that time, the sky was full of dark clouds, and cumulonimbus clouds were piled up on top of each other, as if they were endless mountains, and finally even the sun was swallowed up by the dark clouds, and although it was daytime, the surroundings were as dark as night. The sinking sky brings people an unimaginable sense of oppression, and everyone's heart must be as dark as the sky.

From time to time, the dim sky flashed white lights, and then bursts of dull but terrifying thunder sounded like war drums. The wind on the surface of the sea was unprecedentedly strong, the sound of the wind was like the howling and whimpering of hyenas, and the white sails were swollen like parachutes. The original wind and beauty of the Mediterranean Sea seemed to be infected by the sky, the turquoise clear water surface turned a terrible deep blue, and the smooth mirror-like water surface began to swell, and the waves rolled high and slapped on the ship (shēn) of the Vostok, the largest of which was even more than three meters high, and once wet the deck of the Vostok.

This is the scene that everyone who begs for a living at sea fears the most, the storm - this is a lingering nightmare in the hearts of all sailors! No matter how brave and fearless, an experienced captain cannot tame the stormy sea, and the sea at this time seems to be a wild horse that has escaped from the loose, a fierce beast that chooses to devour people, and even the calmest and wisest navigator cannot remain indifferent in the face of the mighty forces of nature.

The sailors even felt that it was difficult to breathe, as if a sharp sword was hanging over their heads, and a boulder was pressed against the mouth (xiōng), which was not still a psychological effect of stress. There is a scientific basis for this, and we all know that rainwater is produced by the liquefaction of water vapor when it meets cold. What few people notice is that air is also affected by the law of expansion and contraction, and as the air contracts, it directly leads to an increase in atmospheric pressure.

To put it simply, due to the influence of expansion and contraction, the air will become heavier, and it will naturally make people feel stuffy, heavy, listless, etc., so it is normal for people to feel abnormally depressed and dull in the time before the rain.

If you asked a veteran sailor, or even an ordinary person, what would you do if a storm came? Anyone will answer: hide! It sounds like a bad thing, but it's true, no one can fight against nature, we are just a small part of this biosphere, maybe we have some good technology, maybe in the near future we can fight against nature, or even control it, but not now!

"What should we do?" Napoleon's face was darker than the cloudy sky, as if he had touched the ashes at the bottom of the pot. Out of Corsica, he had the privilege of seeing storms, but he was in the Bonaparte family's villa halfway up the mountain, roasting over a warm fire and drinking soup. Except for the noisy wind and the crackling of raindrops hitting the glass windows, the storm was just a sight outside the window to him, at most a little more intense than the usual showers!

"With the help of the wind, I riveted my strength and rushed forward! I just hope to be able to break out of the dark clouds before the storm falls! Han Xing gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

"Look! The British are catching up again! Napoleon suddenly spun around and exclaimed, pointing to the dense white sails that emerged at the end of the sea and sky behind him. The wind ruffled his long hair and blew his (shēn) coat to the ground, and he had to hold his hat with his other hand to prevent it from being blown away.

"The wind is good for them! They are ocean-going sailboats! "Most of the sails of the galleys are spinnakers, and the advantage of this kind of sail is that it can also use the wind to maintain a good speed when the wind is headwind; The disadvantage is that it does not soar at high speed when the wind is downwind. And most ocean-going sailing ships are a dragon with a tailwind and a worm against the wind, and once they enter the upwind state, they are basically as slow as a snail!

The direction and wind at this time were in Nelson's favor, and they were much faster than the French in a downwind (qíng) condition! No matter how hard the French tried to move forward at full speed, the British ships still caught up as if they were helped, and they continued to shorten the distance advantage that Han Xing had managed to build up in the past few days, and approached the French fleet (bī) step by step.

"Ping~~~~Bang~" Just when Han Xing and Napoleon were at a loss, an electric light crossed the sky, and in an instant, the originally dim sky was lit up by it. Its thunder was not the usual horse-hoof-like rolling thunder, but the kind of explosion that was like a cannon being ignited in the ear, full of explosive and shocking power. Even though the thunder had faded away, the feeling of palpitations still lingered in my heart.

Different from ordinary blue lightning, this lightning is purple-red, and ordinary lightning has only about two or three forks, but this lightning is like a spider's web densely blooming in the sky, with more than a dozen forks of all sizes. With the earth-shattering thunder, a fire lit up on a capital battleship of the British Royal Navy not far away.

"They were struck by lightning! Even God is helping me! Napoleon almost jumped to his feet, galloped to the side of the ship, and took out his monoculars to see what was going on.

"Is this the aura of [important historical figures]?" Even without binoculars, Han Xing could vaguely see that a "bonfire" had been lit on the British battleship in the distance, and even the mast had collapsed.

In fact, Napoleon successfully escaped Nelson's pursuit and finally reached Egypt in history. And it's basically all due to luck, you know! He was like a man of God's favor! Louis XVI, who had been silent for a long time, said in a gentle tone, Han Xing closed his eyes, and could even see that he was half-lying on the sofa alone, sitting at the window, feeling the evening breeze on his face, overlooking the dragon girl river flowing slowly below. On the coffee table to his left was a steaming drink, and a white candlestick was shining under the protection of the glass lampshade.

"Ah, let the storm come harder!" Louis XVI was holding a copy of the Petrel in his hand, and he was enjoying it, taking a sip of his tea, closing his eyes, and looking like a qíng (bewilderment). He stretched out his right hand and motioned to the rhythm in the air, muttering to himself.

"You really don't think it's too much to make trouble! More violent? If there is a storm, even if I don't die, I'm afraid I'll have to be a soup chicken! I'm literally entertaining you with my life! When Han Xing saw his comfortable virtue, he suddenly felt angry, and his heart felt as if he had knocked over the five-flavor bottle.

"Huh? What did you say? I'm listening to Beethoven's "Symphony of Destiny", which is really sonorous and powerful, and by the way, while enjoying the scenery on your side, reading Gorky's "Petrel"! Let the storm come harder! This sentence is in the book, I just saw the excitement, (qíng) 不自 (jìn) read it! Louis XVI took off his glasses, folded the corners of the book, closed the book, and then asked with a bewildered expression.

"That's the life I want! Why do I drink the northwest wind on the boat, when you can drink (rè) tea at home, wrapped in a blanket, and sleep on a comfortable sofa? It's not fair! Han Xingbu (jìn) felt a kind of unwillingness and jealousy in his heart, like walking home on a rainy day in the past, but being splashed with water by the person driving a luxury car.

After thinking about it bitterly and hatefully, Han Xing suddenly pointed in the direction of the British Royal Fleet and laughed wildly, "Hahahahaha! ”

Of course, he didn't go crazy, but he finally figured out why the Brit was struck by lightning, in fact, the reason is very simple, most people are familiar with this, lightning will give priority to attacking high targets! And the Victory and the heavy warships of the Royal Navy, their masts are more than sixty meters high! Isn't this a "lightning rod"? It's a provocation to lightning! (Elect me, elect me!) Don't power me, you're my grandson! ）

For the first time, Han Xing felt a little grateful to the Venetian shipbuilders who cut corners, perhaps because they wanted to save costs, or because they couldn't find suitable wood, or because they didn't think they needed too tall masts to sail in the Mediterranean, so the masts of the Vostok were only about 40 meters long.

In fact, if the Royal Navy hadn't come closer, maybe the Vostok would have suffered, but the "helpful" Royal Navy showed up (shēn) and carried all the lightning strikes for the French!

As time passed, lightning began to frequent, and after flashes of lightning, their masts were set on fire, or simply snapped, and then fell with a creak. The entire British fleet was shrouded in flames, and its speed was greatly reduced, and everywhere was filled with the exclamations and panicked shouts of British sailors.

On the contrary, the French fleet continued to sail at a reduced speed, and soon saw the blue sky and bright sunlight again in front of it, and as the fleet advanced, the proportion of dark clouds in the sky began to decrease and blue, and blue became the main color of the sky again, and the French army managed to get out of the area covered by dark clouds before the storm fell.

"Let the storm come harder!" Looking at the British Royal Navy, which was shrouded in pouring rain behind (shēn), Han Xing and Napoleon looked at each other and smiled at each other, and shouted towards the rear gloatingly.