Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

"The fleet has accelerated."

Henry judged the current situation only by the bumps of the ship, and he had to be admired.

The same treatment as when they came, they were all locked up in the cabin under the deck, dark. But at any rate, the food is good, and many people are fat.

The cabin can only rely on the dim light of a flameproof lamp hung in the aisle, so that most of the mission members who have nothing to do after eating have chosen to sleep.

After eating, sleeping, and eating, Daming succeeded in raising all the missions of the Three Kingdoms to be fat.

When the scattered footsteps came, the people of the Three Kingdoms Mission opened their eyes, and then no one spoke, all listening to the movement outside.

The footsteps were quickly clear, and many people could be heard.

Doc heard two heavy footsteps, and one that looked light and somewhat messy, and then there was another slow footstep behind.

Is the **** here?

Abel thought of the interpreter who was called.

Then came the sound of opening the cabin door not far away, and someone shouted: "Go in and tell him not to shout, otherwise he will go to the sea to feed the fish!"

Interpreter's voice came, and Doc jumped up.

He panted, and ran behind the hatch with a dim light, trying to see the outside through the gap.

Through the gap, he saw the corner of his clothes, and then he squatted down along the gap with great effort.

He tried to look outside and saw the blurry face of the interpreter approaching.

The hatch was opened, and Dock sat back quickly.

After the translator came in, the Ming army sergeant outside the door said: "Stay well. If you like, you can stay in Daming."

The translator said with a smile: "Yes, yes, the little one knows."

The hatch closed again, and Doc did not move. After waiting for the footsteps to go away, he asked, "What's the matter? Who is that person?"

The cabin was a little dark, and the interpreter's eyes moved slightly, and said: "The Three Kingdoms has found a route following the Mingren's fleet last time..."

There is almost no need to say the rest.

The interpreter found his seat, then lay down, seeming to want to sleep, but his brain was spinning at high speed.

The cabin gradually became silent, and even the breathing seemed to disappear.

"This is... they are crazy."

Someone in the corner said: "Ming is so powerful, even if he finds a route, can't he bear it? You have to come out to find the way right away."

"Taking Pathfinder, finding the hands of the Ming army, is the kingdom crazy? Can the land explored be occupied now?"

"No, Mingren will sink our ships one by one, and then block us on land, away from the ocean."

"Doc, what should we do?"

"Dork, will Mingren kill us? Or he will throw us into the sea to feed the fish."

"I want to go home, yes, the kingdom of shit, we are trying to communicate with Mingren, but they stabbed from the back with a knife, do you feel the pain?"

"Those **** guys, they are greedy and unstrategic. What did they get after fighting Frank for so long? Do they still want to go to war with Daming? God! Doc, I think this is the idea of ​​a lunatic."

"..."

Doc was meditating, waiting for those people to say that he was tired, and after it subsided, his breathing echoed strangely in the cabin.

"Yes, we found the route."

Doc knew that he had to take action, otherwise the mission would be messed up and Ming Ren would take the opportunity to divide them.

"Our people are exploring, they have already found here. I am convinced that they will go back right away, yes... on the sea, Mingren are very powerful."

Doc's voice echoed monotonously around him, and he believed that Abel and Henry were also listening.

"They stupidly stretched their hands too long..."

"Yes."

Henry sighed in the darkness.

Abel was also sighing.

According to their plan, even if Daming didn't like Taixi, everyone could still maintain a peaceful posture.

But now this situation has been stupidly broken.

The sighs gradually gained the upper hand, and then the cursing came one after another.

Despair dominated the mood within the mission.

...

The seaside in the sky, at a glance, the yellow sand is full.

This season is the most comfortable time in the sky, a little bit cold, and feel cool after putting on the outer robe.

This is the heaven for the four years of Xuande.

"Go ashore!"

A voice roared abruptly at the sea, and then blasted loudly.

"Go ashore!"

"Go ashore!"

Countless shouts gathered together, like a thunder in the sea.

Countless ships swarmed towards the shore, and then gradually opened the formation.

Most of these ships carry traces of repairs, especially sails.

The New Year’s sea breeze was blowing on the sails, and the sails swelled up with the wind, driving the ships towards the shore.

Hundreds of birds competed, and the shouts were full of ambition and violence.

These people have been accounted for before they came out, and this time they came out to find a site, and if they found it, they would grab them.

They have robbed it all the way, and are currently preparing to grab another wave.

So their morale is high, and countless people believe that even if the most powerful devil appears in front at this moment, they can tear it to pieces with their own hands.

There were more than a dozen riders on the shore watching this scene blankly. After a warship landed first, they began to retreat slowly.

They looked back from time to time during the retreat, and then saw many sergeants stumbled ashore, and then all became soft-footed crabs.

After getting used to it a little bit, under the leadership of the officers, the number of sergeants who had reached thousands of men began to charge.

"They have too few horses, and they look dull."

"Yes, let's go around."

"You go back first and tell them that the Thais have found the route, our trade is over, and it seems that the Thais want to beat us, go quickly."

More than ten horses were divided into three to go away, and the rest were playing with the coalition soldiers who landed~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The chase ended when it was getting dark, and the coalition soldiers only found one. The mound house, plus a pile of dilapidated ones, didn't even get a tent.

They regretted it, so they sent someone to rush the food and asked what to do next.

Smith on the ship was not worried about the safety of the pursuit of the army, he even had the spirit to call Frank and the commander of Lisbon to have a dinner.

The three of them ate on the deck.

The white bread has long since disappeared from the fleet, and the three of them are enjoying it now, and there is still meat.

It was the prey they hunted at the last stop, and it was pickled while it was fresh.

"It tastes good, and the spices are so outstanding. It is shameful for the Tianfang people to hide such good things."

Smith used a knife to cut the beef that was hard because of marinating, and then put it into his mouth to chew it carefully.

"It's delicious."

The Lisbon commander directly stuck the beef with a knife, and then opened his mouth to bite.

The muscles in his face were twisting hideously, as did his neck.

Frank's commander wanted to be more reserved, but he couldn't wait to swallow a piece of beef.

Halfway through the meal, Smith drank a sip of wine and said comfortably: "This way is a good place. After you go back, look at the king's decision. You should do it as soon as possible. Of course, everyone has to remember one thing. The place is very good. It’s big, so big that all of our three countries are still empty when we migrated out, so..."

The Lisbon commander chewed vigorously and said vaguely: "So we don't want to be messy, don't fight."

Smith looked at Frank's commander.

"Yes, and there are bigger and more places ahead, I think we are lucky... let's toast to this."

"cheers!"

"For the new world!"