Chapter 415

"Solid bullet preparation!"

"The whole gun has three bursts. One is ready, let go!"

Boom, boom!

The sudden thunder broke the tranquility of the night. Dozens of dark red stars rose from the East Rock of Muscat Bay, roared across the night sky and rushed to the vast and low-lying coastal area.

This wave of meteors has not yet landed, the second thunder, the second round of stars, the sky's red awn glowed red in the sky, flickered into one end of the moon, and soon drilled out of the other end, swirling and smashing to the ground.

Boom!

The first roar, followed by the second, third and hundreds, countless meteors crashed in waves, the fishing boat broke its waist, the building collapsed, the scream outweighed the roar of the cannon, and the fire emerged from the dark abyss.

The fire spread rapidly, from the ground to the sea, from the port area to the wharf, half of the sky was reflected in red, presenting the gorgeous sadness in front of all spectators.

The guests of the varkiri opened their mouths one by one.

Mr. medori of the Netherlands felt his heart tremble with frustration.

Obviously... It's just a fire spread by some civilization to the wilderness, which reposes the goodness of God and the beauty of human nature. Why... Is it so thrilling?

He felt oppression and suffocation. He breathed like he was about to drown, raised his arms tremblingly, and swayed between the wharf and Dongyan.

"Mr Drake, those..."

"Those who try to use naval guns against shore guns are either crazy or stupid. I have nothing to do with either. If I want to regain my reputation in Muscat, I will naturally find another way."

"But Dongyan... I remember Dongyan..."

"It's an unbreakable Mirani castle." Mr. Illich of France solemnly added, "my friends in the Navy call it a hedgehog. Lying on a cliff beyond the reach of all naval guns, there is only a two person wide path connecting the sea, and even the Marines are helpless!"

But Drake fell

This is a word that no one said, but sounded at the bottom of everyone's heart at the same time.

Against the backdrop of this sentence, the tragedy of the Bay suddenly became ordinary, because the mystery attracted more attention.

Lorraine innocently spread his hand: "gentlemen, gentlemen, there are no secrets and miracles. Milani may be a castle difficult for soldiers to fall, but I am a businessman. At the right time, a cup of black tea is enough to be worth tons of shells, which is more accurate and deadly."

One night, without any sound, Emmons suddenly sneered in the corner: "so you invited the omanians of Milani to have a cup of tea, and they offered the castle, allowing you to sprinkle tons of flowering bombs on their capital and burn their nationals?"

"Believe it or not, this is also my surprise."

Lorraine turned and looked at the bonfire burning more and more on the other side of the sea.

"My Marine Corps brought ten marine guns. Because of the annoying restrictions on the civilian list, they are antique light guns eliminated from the last Anglo French war. Of course, the stability of sea ships can not deliver flowering bombs."

"Milani has 30 guns, the older shore guns, which were left by the Portuguese when they were driven out of Muscat. Obviously, they can't shoulder the heavy responsibility of firing flowering bombs, even if they prepare such terrible ammunition in the castle."

"With a firing distance of 2 to 3 kilometers and a temperature of more than ten degrees Celsius, can solid bombs cause fire? Yes. Can they burn the whole bomb landing area so efficiently? It's reasonable to say..."

Boom!

A loud noise interrupted Lorraine's self-defense. In front of them, a huge coastal fort built of more than ten tons of mountain rocks soared into the sky. Driven by the flame as bright as a prominence, it rolled up the clothes of hell and smashed half of the street.

Everything is silent

Lorraine slapped his fist into his palm, and his expression was full of joy and relief.

"Remember, when the second prince of Sudan was released earlier, I told him that I would forcibly land and occupy the wharf with the captured warships and merchant ships as the precursor."

"In fact, how can it be? There are eight Greek fires with a range of 50 meters on the coastal fort. Even if valkiri is invulnerable, as a wooden ship, she is also afraid of fire."

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Greek fire, a kind of primitive fire spitting equipment with petroleum and crude oil as the main fuel, was invented in the 7th century.

It was once a nightmare for Arabs. On the sea and land, this terrible flame, which was sprayed from brass tubes and could be attached to anything, broke the Arab world's attack on Constantinople countless times.

In 717, the Arab Caliph Omar II launched an army of 100000 and 2560 warships around Constantinople. The siege lasted eight months. Emperor Leo III of Eastern Rome met with the Greek fire fleet and destroyed the Caliph's fleet with the wind in spring. Only five warships escaped.

That war completely raised the reputation of Greek fire. Europe affected by Rome still regarded arson ships as the standard configuration in the fleet until the second Anglo Dutch war in the 17th century.

Everyone knows the threat of fire to seagoing ships, but no one can imagine that Lorraine had planned to do so. Long before blocking Muscat Bay, he had used this natural enemy restraint to induce the Sultanate to accumulate a large amount of oil at the wharf.

He really doesn't have a flower bomb, but can the fuel stored in the oil pump with a 50 meter long injection arc be compared with tens of thousands of small flower bombs?

Pagans... They are true demons!

The distinguished guests looked at Lorraine with frightened eyes, and Lorraine looked back at them with an apologetic expression, just like a noble gentleman in grief, sad that innocent lives disappeared in the flame, just because he failed to abide by the suicide attack.

"If only I kept my promise," Lorraine's eyes seemed to say.

The standoff time was a little over the standard. Lorraine didn't expect that the gentlemen in Africa would have a comfortable and naive side and could only take the initiative to break the deadlock.

"Gentlemen, peace." he suddenly picked the topic to the horizon. "Businessmen are not executioners, I am not executioners. In fact, I began to rehearse peace in my heart long before the board of directors decided to start the war."

"How can peace be achieved? In what way? By whom? At what time?"

"Drake has a plan for this war. Because it is a business, an ordinary one among our many businesses, it is neither the one that invests the most capital, the one that invests the most energy, nor the one that invests the most time."

"It may be deciding the life and death of a country, but it has nothing to do with Drake. Whether to let the country live or die has nothing to do with Drake. Our criterion has always been only one, that is profit."

Lorraine clapped his hands, and several sailors came out of the cabin, holding exquisite brand-new suitcases with code locks.

Sharon went to open them, pulled out stacks of beautifully bound documents from them, and gave them to the observers of the friendly chamber of commerce with clover marks, and to manager Baker and Emmons with Scottish checks.

Lorraine patted manager Baker's hand and made a silent gesture without trace.

"Gentlemen, this is the Muscat agreement on co construction of prosperity, a treaty drafted by Drake for this peace , including one main copy and three attachments. They have a common party, the Sultanate of Muscat. The Party B of the main copy is Drake chamber of Commerce, which is my reasonable appeal for this peace. The attachments belong to the perolli chamber of Commerce of Spain in Rabat, the rotaseri chamber of Commerce of France in Dakar and the ibasta chamber of Commerce of the Netherlands in sverendan, that is, you Representatives of the chamber of Commerce. "

"What?!"

The three observers were shocked, not only because Lorraine drafted the alliance under the city without even seeing the city, but also because they actually existed in the alliance under the city.

Then Carmen stood up with a smile, gently opened the text for the three, and turned it all the way to the corresponding contract page.

"If you know something about Drake's development in the Caribbean, you will know that benefit sharing is the principle Drake has always adhered to." she whispered, "Muscat is a feast. Drake has neither the ability to swallow elephants nor the will to enjoy delicious food alone."

"We prefer to regard this war as a dance for making friends. The contract is an invitation. It's up to you to decide whether to participate or not."

Mr. medori of the Netherlands felt that his mouth didn't seem to close tonight. He stammered and asked, "but... But we need dresses and carriages to attend the ball. We may not have time to prepare at all..."

"45 days." Lorraine spits out a number. "This is the length of time I planned to bombard Muscat."

"Xiangyanghua is the fastest dhow of Drake chamber of Commerce, with a speed of 18 knots. It takes you 7 days to travel from here to swelundan, 15 days to Dakar and 16 days to Rabat. This means that you have enough time to persuade the board of directors to buy dresses and carriages. The only thing that can stop you from toasting at the beginning is your will."

"Please ask yourself, gentlemen." Carmen whispered in front of the three observers like a little devil. "The board of the sunflower has been put on the starboard side of valkiri. Step on it, Drake will have a real African friend..."