Chapter 2121

Wine is good wine. Hong Bao is not used to tessi's wine, so he still drinks the wine on the ship.

But it's Tessie's.

A lamb leg smeared with honey was roasted golden yellow and looked very appetizing.

This is tessi's way. Hong Bao just wants to try the taste and get drunk slowly.

The waves gently beat the ship, and people shake slightly, but after a long time, you will get used to this shaking and gradually ignore it.

Hong Bao listened to the subtle sound of the war ship soaked in the drizzle and said contentedly, "if we can be so comfortable when we are old, it will be a trip in the world in vain."

Zhang Wang is gnawing with a sheep's head.

There was a lot of meat in the sheep's neck. He tore it hard, swallowed it together with his muscles and veins, and then drank a mouthful of wine and sighed.

In contrast, Hong Bao eats more politely.

He ate mutton legs more carefully, as if he was worried that this was the last meal in his life, so it was fine.

Others eat mutton legs or chicken legs from the top, that is, the place with the thickest meat. But Hong Bao began to eat from the lowest place with the least meat.

He looked contentedly at most of the remaining lamb legs, then took a sip of wine, looked at the flickering oil lamp on the table and said, "what do they want?"

Zhang Wang was chewing the tendons. The collision between his teeth and tendons made a creaking sound.

He swallowed the non chewed tendons with force. His eyes flashed with limang and said, "they want Daming's baby."

Hong Bao said with a smile, "what should I do?"

"Kill. If you don't agree, kill again until they want to turn against us."

"No, they dare not turn their faces."

Hong Bao took a big bite at the top of the leg, and immediately the mutton filled his mouth.

He chewed contentedly, just like enjoying dragon liver and chicken gall.

He slowly ate the mutton and didn't drink. He was inexplicably excited in his eyes.

"Although Daming is not afraid of tessy, we need to make them have more contradictions, so... Kill all the people who come, OK?"

"Don't worry, father-in-law."

Zhang Wang ate another leg of lamb several times, burped, regretfully looked at the wine jar on the side, got up and said, "public security, sit down and go to the office."

Hong Bao nodded and said, "remember to make their cries more miserable and bigger, otherwise they can't scare away the demons and monsters."

Zhang Wang pushed open the hatch and a chill rushed in.

"The weather of hell!"

Zhang Wang complained and Hong Bao said, "don't turn it off."

Zhang Wang's back flickered in the light and disappeared on the deck.

"We want to hear the cry, the worse the better!"

Hong Bao continued to drink, the lights were shining, and the figure shook slightly on the bulkhead, ferocious and lonely.

Since Zheng He was charmed by drugs, Hong Bao has regarded himself as a dead man.

He knew that no matter how much credit he made, as long as he exposed the matter of Zheng He's medicine, it would be a legacy of his ancestors if those credits could save his life.

"Ancestors... The ancestors don't recognize the disabled people!"

He was a little sad and sighed until it became quieter and quieter outside.

The drizzle is silent, but in the extreme quiet environment, people with six senses can still feel the gentle infiltration.

This time is not suitable for sneaking in, but there are dark shadows creeping in the dark, and the direction is the fleet.

Four warships, one outside the dock, always on guard.

Three warships and two grain ships docked on the wharf, quietly. A few lights were like fireflies knocked by raindrops on a rainy night, as if they would be dim in the next moment.

The deck is slippery and slippery.

The secret whistle stayed motionless outside the bow cabin, which extended a little like the eaves, just blocking the falling of the drizzle.

So he sat there and dozed in great comfort.

The so-called nap is because he can't see people around and needs to concentrate on hearing, so he closes his eyes and even ignores his sense of smell.

Focus to get a better experience.

In a quiet environment, you feel no sound, but when you focus all your energy on your ears, you will find that a more microscopic world is waving to you.

The sound of subtle waves gently hitting the ship is very small, but clearly audible.

Under the deck came the snoring of his fellow robes. Despite several layers of filtration, he could distinguish the rhythm of breathing.

These sounds could be distinguished. When the sound of friction came from the hull, the body of the secret sentry moved slightly.

The sound was very small, but it was like a loud noise in the almost stagnant brain of the secret whistle.

"How's it going?"

The place not far from the wharf was Hong Bao's temporary residence yesterday, but now it has changed its owner.

No, it's three masters.

"Why didn't you do it in Lisbon? The terrain is easier there."

Three men sat around a table.

Abel's ridicule did not make Prince Henry angry. He just smiled and said, "they want to kill me, you know? Just because of my strong interest in sailing and my curiosity about their fleet, they want to assassinate me."

"So what?"

Doc stopped being serious during the day and said with a little frivolity, "that's a big country. The cost of provoking him is at least your life, Henry... Your highness, I think you are too obsessed with sailing, but you forget what a big country is, for example..."

"The Canary?"

Abel said coldly.

Doc's frivolity gradually dissipated, and his eyes became more cold. He slowly said, "Abel, do you want to start over? No, Frank wants to start over and experience the power of a big country? Well, I think the Canary will meet your requirements."

Abel's face turned blue and said faintly, "big country, who is bigger than Daming?"

Doc suddenly whistled and said with a smile, "look, look, someone is instigating the relationship between us and Daming. It's a terrible idea."

Henry whispered, "enough!"

The three sat quietly.

Suddenly someone outside whispered, "out."

Abel's breath tightened and said, "this is your territory, at least for now."

"Your courage is smaller than that of a mouse, Abel. Are you afraid of Ming people's revenge?"

Doc shook his head and said, "Ming people will remember that they will think it is a plot planned by us together, so you should pray for success and at least steal gunpowder."

The three bowed their heads together and prayed to the gods in their hearts.

……

The drizzle was slight, and a dark figure slowly turned in from the side of the ship, and then lay motionless on the deck.

Slowly, he didn't turn back, just gently pulled the rope he was carrying.

Then another man came up.

They touched each other's hands in the dark, and then scattered to climb to both ends.

They don't know where the real passage from Daming's warship to below the deck is, so they have to find it in two places.

Their movements were too gentle, like two green insects crawling on the deck, silently, but always moving.

One of them touched the bow of the ship and was highlighted here. It was said that the most likely place was here.

Because the import and export of Ming people are at the stern, but goods have been imported here.

It was the goods transported from the grain ship. They were all sealed wooden barrels and were judged as gunpowder.

He wriggled to the bow, then looked left and right, and reached out to touch the hatch.

Then a wind blew behind him, and then there was a sound in his thigh

"Ah..."

The shrill howl spread far away in the silent night, and many people heard it.