Wine is a good wine, and Hongbao is not used to drinking the wine from Taixi, so he still drinks the wine from the boat.

But the dishes are made of Thai.

A lamb leg covered with honey was roasted with golden golden color, looking very appetizing.

This is the recipe for Thais. Hong Bao just wanted to try the taste and then slowly get a little drunk.

The waves gently patted the hull, and the people swayed slightly, but after a long time, you will get used to this kind of shaking and gradually ignore it.

Hong Bao listened to the subtle voice of the drizzle soaking the warship and said with satisfaction: "When our family gets old, if we can feel so comfortable, it will be a waste of time to come to this world."

Zhang Wang was holding the sheep's head and gnawing.

There was a lot of meat on the sheep's neck. He bit it hard, swallowed it with his tendons and veins, and then took a big sip of wine and sighed.

In comparison, Hong Bao eats more gentle.

He ate lamb legs more delicately, as if he was worried that this was the last food in his life, so it was so thin that it was outrageous.

Others eat lamb legs or chicken legs from the top, that is, the place where the meat is thickest, but Hong Bao starts eating from the bottom and the place where the meat is minimal.

He looked at the lamb legs with satisfaction, then took a sip of wine, looked at the swaying oil lamp on the table and said, "What do they want?"

Zhang Wang was chewing the sheep tendons, and his teeth collided with the sheep tendons, making a creaking sound.

He swallowed the unchewed tendons hard, with a sharp light flashing in his eyes, and said, "They want the treasure of the Ming Dynasty."

Hong Bao smiled and said, "What should I do?"

"Kill me, if you don't accept it, then kill me again until they want to turn against us."

"No, they dare not turn against each other."

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

He chewed with satisfaction, as if he was enjoying the dragon's liver and phoenix gallbladder.

He slowly ate this bite of mutton, and then didn't drink, his eyes were inexplicably excited.

"Although the Ming Dynasty is not afraid of Taixi, we need to make more conflicts within them, so... can you kill all the people?"

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

After eating another lamb leg a few times, Zhang Wang burped, looked at the wine jar next to him with regret, and stood up and said, "My father-in-law, I'm leaving."

Hong Bao nodded and said, "Remember to make their screams miserable and bigger, otherwise they won't scare away those ghosts and monsters."

Zhang Wang pushed open the hatch door and a cold air rushed in.

“Hell weather!”

Zhang Wang complained, and Hong Bao said, "No need to close it."

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

"Our family wants to hear the screams, the more miserable it is, the better!"

Hong Bao continued to drink, the lights shone, and the figures swayed slightly on the bulkhead, ferocious and lonely.

Since the use of medicine has fascinated Zheng He, Hong Bao has regarded himself as a dead person.

He knew that no matter how much credit he made, as long as he exposed the drug of Zheng He, those credits could save his life would be considered to be the virtues of his ancestors.

"The ancestors...the incomplete people, the ancestors do not recognize them!"

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

The drizzle is originally moistening things silently, but in an extremely quiet environment, people with sensitive six senses can still feel the gentle immersion.

It is not suitable for diving in at this time, but there are shadows squirming in the dark, and the direction is the fleet.

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

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

The deck is a little slippery and slippery.

The secret whistle stayed motionless outside the bow cabin. The little extended from the cabin was protruding like the eaves, just blocking the drizzle from falling.

So he sat there with great peace and napping.

The so-called napping is because there is no sign around and he needs to concentrate on using his hearing, so he closes his eyes and even ignores his sense of smell.

Only by focusing on one's own experience can one get a better experience.

In a quiet environment, you feel silent, but when you concentrate all your energy and spirit in your ears, you will find that a more microscopic world is waving to you.

The sound of subtle waves gently hitting the hull was very small, but clearly audible.

The snoring of my comrades came from the deck. Although it had been filtered several layers, it could tell the rhythm of breathing.

These sounds can be distinguished. When the sound of friction came from the hull, the hidden whistle's body moved slightly.

The sound was very small, but in the whistle that almost stopped, there was a loud noise like a yellow bell.

"How about it?"

The place not far from the pier was Hong Bao's temporary residence yesterday, but now it has a new owner.

No, there are three masters.

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

Three men sat around a table.

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

"So what?"

Dock said with a little frivolousness: "That is a great power, and the price of provoking him is at least your life. Henry... Your Highness, I think you are probably too obsessed with sailing, but you forgot what a great power is, for example..."

"Golden flowers?"

Abel said coldly.

Dock's frivolity gradually dissipated, and his eyes became more cold and he said slowly: "Abel, do you want to start over? No, is it Frank who wants to start over and experience the power of a great power? Well, I think the gorge will meet your requirements."

Abel's face turned blue and said lightly: "Who is the bigger country than the Ming Dynasty?"

Dok suddenly whistled and laughed, "Look, someone is instigating our relationship with the Ming Dynasty. It's such a terrible idea."

Henry shouted softly: "Enough!"

The three of them sat quietly.

Suddenly someone outside whispered: "Go out."

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

"You are even younger than the mouse's Abel. Are you afraid of revenge by the Ming people?"

Dock shook his head and said, "The Ming people will remember it together, and they will think it is a conspiracy we planned together, so you should pray that you can succeed, at least you can steal gunpowder."

The three of them bowed their heads together and prayed to the god in their hearts.

...

The drizzle was slightly drizzled, and a black shadow slowly overturned from the ship and then lay on the deck without moving.

Slowly, he did not turn around, but just gently pulled the rope he was carrying.

Then another person came up.

The two touched each other's hands in the darkness, and then scattered toward each other's heads.

They didn't know where the real passageway from the Ming Dynasty warships to the bottom of the deck was, so they had to be divided into two places to look for it.

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

One of them touched the bow of the ship, and someone pointed out that the most likely place was here.

Because the Ming people's import and export were at the stern of the ship, but there were cargoes here.

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

He squirmed to the bow of the ship, then looked around and reached out to touch the hatch door.

Then a gust of wind blew behind him, and then a sound came from his thigh...

"ah……"
Chapter completed!