The fog is very large, causing moisture is just a small matter, the key is to affect your vision.

Vision is crucial to the fleet!

Especially when you are in a place where enemies and friends are unknown and are isolated and helpless, your vision is a guarantee of safety.

"At any time, make sure a ship is cruising outside the port and leave immediately once the warning is given."

There are people on duty on the deck. Once the situation is discovered, the fleet will cut off the cables and raise sails to leave the port at any time.

Under this situation, the most nervous one is Zhang Wang.

Now he slept for two hours during the day, and then he kept on guard on the deck, and no matter how Hong Bao said, he refused to rest.

There was a wooden shelf in the middle of the deck, and Zhang Wang sat on it, changing directions from time to time.

The Lord General himself acted as a lookout post, and no one in the entire fleet dared to slack off and stared at the dock tightly.

However, Hong Bao was still the same, sleeping when he should and eating when he should. Yesterday, he even asked someone to get hot water, take a shower thoroughly, change into new clothes, and look much more energetic.

Zhang Wang climbed down from the wooden rack, handed the drinked water bag to his commander, and bowed: "Father-in-law, the people from both countries have left and provide a lot of supplies, but it's not appropriate for us to stay for a long time!"

"Why, I'm impatient?"

Hong Bao felt his whole body sticky, and the shower was in vain again.

Zhang Wang's eyebrows beat a little and said, "I'm afraid they'll make trouble, and then we'll become fish. Father-in-law, why don't we go back directly."

I found the direction and had a sense of Taixi. When I came back next time, the Ming Dynasty would make the whole Taixi tremble.

"Dadfather-in-law, Xing and Bo are so passionate about Taixi, they will definitely come in the future!"

Zhang Wang felt more happy with Fang Xing.

If Fang Xing was there, he would probably have returned at this time.

As for the diplomatic relations between allies, according to Zhang Wang's understanding of the other party, they are mostly clichés that they say, and they forget them afterwards.

Hong Bao remembered Fang Xing and couldn't help but laugh: "If Xing and Bo were here, just need to show their identity, these two countries would probably be regarded as guests of honor immediately..."

The sunlight gradually pierced through the fog. Zhang Wang looked up and squinted. His curiosity about Taixi was like the pierced fog, disappearing.

"These people are cunning. They want to see what we do... neglect? It's ridiculous!"

Hong Baoyin tested: "Our family is not afraid of this. If they think that letting us leave us can make our family panic, then give it a try."

Zhang Wang was excited and asked, "Dadfather-in-law, will they cut off our food?"

"Who dares?"

Hong Bao frowned and looked at Zhang Wang, and said dissatisfiedly: "You have poor eyesight."

Zhang Wang was stunned. He felt that he had a deep understanding of water war and had also followed the fleet everywhere to intimidate him, so he naturally had no shortage of eyesight.

"If they lose food, then they will be like tearing each other apart. What are they waiting for? Why not just do it?"

Hong Bao shook his head, knowing that Zhang Wang would never be able to become a general in this life.

A general requires first vision.

Without vision, victory will lead to defeat.

"Wait, wait for another ten days. If there is no movement, then go back to the flight immediately, no one will pay attention!"

...

Just in a two-story building less than two miles from the dock, Abel was squirting his saliva.

"......This is the Frank place, damn it! Do you think you are the master? You actually stopped me...Doke, then come on, use a rope to wrap my neck, come on!"

Abel rushed to Dok, who was sitting opposite him, and was stopped by two sergeants.

The sword shines brightly, but Abel is not afraid. He pointed at the sword and asked, "Is it sharpened last night?"

The sergeant holding the sword angrily handed the sword forward, Dok coughed dryly and said, "Doway."

After the sergeant moved out of the way, Abel did not go over, but just sneered: "Gorse Flower... The envoy of the Ming Dynasty knew that you had taken this place. Whose resentment is this?"

Dock just smiled.

Abel sneered: "Since that's the case, I don't think there is anything to say between the two sides. Then I'll go back to sleep, which is better than spending time here."

Dok did not stop him from leaving. After he left, Dok asked, "What are the Mingren doing?"

A general doesn't seem to like this leisurely life, so he talks a little impatient.

"...... They are very nervous and stare at the docks and the sea every day. It seems that Mingren is not as powerful as they say, Doke, do it?"

"Yes, their warships are excellent. Our people said that the kind of firearm must be a powerful weapon to break the deadlock. If the Gorethra had it, then this continent would be ours."

The hall was full of greed and a slight breathing, just like a group of hungry wild dogs who discovered their prey.

Dock's eyes were full of pain, and he even moaned about it.

He covered his forehead and said painfully: "The king will not allow us to do this, at least we cannot do this until we are sure to catch them all without letting the news leak to the East."

The general said easily: "This is simple, we guarantee that they will be wiped out."

"Where is Ward? Please come."

Doc gradually calmed down, and even made someone make a white bread and a cup of milk to fill his hungry appetite because of his unsatisfied greed.

When he finished the meal, it was not known whether it was breakfast or lunch. Ward came.

He brought a lot of moisture and looked serious.

"They are a little nervous, but they are not messed up. Doc, this is a good player."

Ward threw his hat on the table, then pointed to the little white bread left on the table and said, "Give me one. This damn weather, I have to fight against the cold every day."

Dock felt that Ward was trying to seize his rights, so he said coldly: 'All this has to be ordered by His Majesty the King, and before that, any recklessness is malicious.'

Ward poked his face and said tiredly: "Okay Dock, tell me what the king wants? If he wants these ships and an enemy from the East, then I will do it without hesitation and let the warriors of the Gorgeous to shock the proud Ming people."

At this time, someone brought two white bread and milk. Ward took a bite and praised: "I hate salted fish, and even more so the meat with maggots, so this is the supreme delicacy!"

Dok's eyebrows frowned slightly, and his eyes were free and he said, "I want Mingren to lose his patience."

Ward chewed the white bread vigorously and then delivered it with a mouthful of milk.

He said comfortably: "Don't overestimate the patience of Mingren. If they get angry, believe me, Doc, the king will hang your head by the sea..."

"You don't know the king, you're just speculating, but this is not a good idea. You control the fleet and are very powerful. Do you want to be stronger?"

Ward stopped eating, staring at Doc with his gray eyes, and said coldly: "You should explain the reason for being late to Mingren, otherwise... you have forgotten one thing: Frank's allies are the enemy of the Gorethra, and you are turning that great Eastern power into our enemy, foolish! Idiot!"

Dock turned his head unnaturally, looked outside, and said, "Okay, this is your suggestion. If Mingren is tough, then Ward, you should take responsibility..."
Chapter completed!