God is powerful, but the cargo ships are not. As soon as they enter the ocean, they are extremely unstable and have a strong inclination. The speed is not even three knots. After climbing more than 1,500 kilometers of sea roads for thirteen days, they finally climbed to the place. When seabirds appeared in the sky, Hong Tao couldn't help cheering. The feeling of slowly floating on the sea is really bad. Even if they die, I'll give you a little more pleasure. This slow knife cuts the flesh. You know that the typhoon is right in front of you, and you can't escape. What's the feeling?

"Yaya, send a signal to your brother Ajiao to investigate suddenly, and tell your sister-in-law that he is back, hehehe..." Seeing Ceylon Island from afar, Hong Tao began to spoof people again. Bo Jiao married Prince Kabaran's daughter, and it has become a laughing stock in Jinhewan. Only elders can mention this matter at home. When Bo Jiao arrived on the boat, he was the captain. Who dared to mention him and who was anxious, but Hong Tao mentioned it, he had no choice.

"Bang bang bang...bang bang bang..." Hong Tao did not wait for Bo Jiao's answer, but waited for the alarm bell. A battle flag was hung on the Zhenzhou in the distance, and there was a situation in the port!

"Oh, I have to kill again. My uncle is almost a great devil! Battle preparation! Ask Ah Jiao, what's wrong with it?" Hong Tao doesn't like this kind of life wherever he goes, but he can't kill him. He doesn't have a chance to reason. There is no common language or common signal in this era. When two strange fleets meet, unless both sides hide, no one can prove that they are harmless. Even if the other party expresses this way, do you dare to believe it?

"There are a large number of Arab sailboats in the port, more than twenty!" Weng Ya quickly got accurate information from the lookout.

"Old Mai... come and see if those flags belong to your tribe? I can't remember them very clearly." Without Weng Ya's report, Hong Tao had already seen four or five Arab galleys drilling out of the Kabaran Port in the telescope, which were not small. The flags hanging on it seemed a little familiar, but they were not sure, so he had to hand the telescope to Metini.

"Yes, it's my tribe, sir, don't throw iron balls! They just came out to observe!" Matini only glanced at her, and her fat face was covered with sweat. She was afraid that Hong Tao would play with black food and black again. Although this big master always told him that he was here to do business, what he did along the way really made him unable to believe that Hong Tao was here to do business. He actually kept praying in his heart that his tribe would not come, but that's a pity that the world did not fulfill his wish.

"Am I like a pirate? Have I ever killed anyone if others don't mess with me? Didn't I keep telling you that I want to be a civilized person?" Hong Tao was very depressed. His actions were all for everyone's personal safety, but in the end, he had his head alone.

"..." On the stern stand, Matini, Wen Nan, Luo Dacai, Wen Ya, Ci, and a minister from Malacca, but none of them spoke to help Hong Tao clear his reputation. His eyes were full of affirmative expressions.

"Let Bojiao come back and raise the tribe flag... Fuck!" Hong Tao had no choice. If someone didn't speak, you can't pinch your neck one by one and let them admit that they are great charity. This silent confrontation is the most hateful. Later generations have convicted this emotion for cold violence, which is indeed very reasonable.

Hong Tao's flagship raised the black tribal flag, and the other party quickly raised a mouse flag. This was the sea contact information that both parties agreed last time. However, when Hong Tao saw the mouse flag, he was so angry that he turned around the stern. Is the flag drawn on the flag a mouse? Why is it like a mongoose? Are Arab mice all the ones that look like that? They have round eyes and so many beards on their mouths!

Regardless of whether it was painted or not, it was because of the code that everyone stopped the boat and sent a small boat to the middle to confirm the identity of the other party. When Mettini met with his compatriots, the alarm was lifted. The Arab galleys sailed back into the port, and Hong Tao's fleet also set anchors outside the port. It was not that they didn't want to enter the port, nor were they to be careful of anything, but that the port was too small and there were too many ships. Not only did Hong Tao's warships not go in, but those Arab galleys that had been unloaded had to be driven out so that the six southern Song sea ships were docked and unloaded.

Who said there was no common language in this era? Who said there was no communication without language? These Arab merchants and Southern Song marshals have gathered together and started chatting since they started unloading goods on the shore. They didn't know what each other said, so why they could chat for several hours and stopped eating dinner. They stood on the dock with lanterns and torches, staring at their goods being unloaded one by one and placed them, while chatting.

"Secretary Wen. Do you know? In my country, there was once a place called Xiushui Street, which was very similar to this place. The people selling goods there were Australians, and most of the people who bought things were foreigners. They didn't know the language, but they could still make a lot of business with each other. You said, except for merchants, who can play such difficult technology? You can go on and go around, it's useless to just stare at me, I won't kill anyone now. Your little notebook has a lot of my evil deeds? Can you tell me a lot of it?

Let me take a look first?" Hong Tao did not get ashore. He was even interested in meeting the tribe leader of Metini in a small boat. He was still staying on his boat and just sent Mojiao down. He was the son-in-law of Kabaran Port. Shouldn't he seek more benefits for his people? By the way, he also asked him to go to the palace to see the father-in-law of the big black fat man who was second only to Metini, and his new wife. For this reason, Hong Tao gave him two days off and had to return to the team when the morning bell rang the day after tomorrow.

"The general is willing to see, how could I, a prisoner, stop it, but the general may not understand it. He used ancient fonts and sentences, which did not violate the agreement between you and me." Wen Nan suddenly showed a sneering smile on his face. He found an opportunity to make things difficult for Hong Tao. After staying in Jinhewan for more than a year, he also had a lot of interactions with Hong Tao in teaching. Hong Tao did not understand traditional Chinese characters and words without breaking sentences. He had already known about it, and had more than once a dispute with Hong Tao about how to teach students how to learn Chinese characters.

"...You are ruthless!" Hong Tao was really helpless this time. He could understand most of the traditional Chinese characters by guessing and fogging, but without breaking sentences and adding traditional Chinese characters, it was a bit difficult. It was very difficult to read them, but it was very difficult.

"Hahahahaha... I'm going, I'm going to the palace to read their classics and history books, wouldn't it be so happy!" Wen Nan felt extremely happy when he saw Hong Tao's grinning face. Although he was no longer wearing a skirt, he still used his hand to brush it with his hands, took a square step, and went to the side of the ship with laughter to call the boat.

"Old Mai, I have a problem and you need to explain it to me. Even the Pu family in Guangzhou is already suspected that my ship had sunk your seven merchant ships. Why do your tribe dare to come here to do business with me? Even if they didn't know before, they should have heard of something when they arrived at Kabaran Port? When you went to contact me just now, did you agree with your tribe to start a fight? It's okay to tell me, no matter whether you tell me or not, the result will be the same. I saw that my warship is in a state of preparation for war and can attack in less than a quarter of an hour." Wen Nan left, Hong Tao could not find the person to speak, so he could only start to torture Matini. Who made it the only ones around him and Weng Ya beside him?

"Master! Omniscient Master! Matini swears to Allah, I really haven't planned anything that is not good for my master! The seven ships sunk by the master do not belong to my tribe. I just like these maritime merchants, want to take a boat to Quanzhou. They are from Damascus of the Ayubic dynasty, and are the people of Saladin, and are not with us!" Matini was holding the registration book in the warehouse to calculate how many horses to change to board the boat. When he heard Hong Tao's accusations, he knelt down again, threw the account book, and hugged Hong Tao's leg and began to swear to the sky.

"Damascus...they are from the Red Sea! Isn't that Egypt's territory? Come and follow me to the cabin to see the map." Hong Tao neither believed this black fat man nor continued to tangle on this issue. Instead, he became interested in the pattern on the Arabian Peninsula. As usual, he bounced his legs, arched the black fat man away, and walked towards the captain's room with his hands on his back. Matini immediately got up and followed behind with sweat on his face, rubbing his chest while walking. Seeing Hong Tao's tossing so hard, his heart could not bear it.

In fact, no matter whether these Arabs have hatred for them, Hong Tao would not trust them. All the warships have been using flags to contact the shore supply points guards. As long as any doubtful clues are found, the fleet will immediately rise to sail. In fact, the ships of the escort fleet did not even get anchors, and the sail drivers on the masts were all in their place and were ready to fight at all times. This is what Hong Tao usually requested. Without the order of the fleet commander, even if he arrived in Jinhewan, he had to prepare for war. Whoever violated these basic regulations, no matter what, from the captain, all officers would be punished. If the people on the Southern Song cargo ships were not dead, Hong Tao could not take care of them. He must first ensure that no accidents occurred in himself and his fleet, and everyone would be safe.

The bonfire on the dock burned for more than half a night. When the first ray of morning light broke through the clouds from the east, the dock became lively again. They were really not tired. Doing business was like fighting, and their saliva made each other's faces and bodies covered in their bodies, but they didn't use a knife. But this time it wasn't a random chat. After a night of calculation, everyone had a definite goal and a rough estimate. When they talked, they were basically targeted. Soon, there were merchants who had reached an agreement. After both parties had delivered their goods, they began to move them to their ships. From their faces, they could see that both parties were very satisfied with the business, and none of them had a tense face. (To be continued.)

ps:ps: There are very few monthly tickets these two days, I'll call you again!
Chapter completed!