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19:45 The fourth update is now, and the circles are already in my eyes. Please give me a ticket to make me laugh and sober up!

Zhao Fubo didn't know that when he went to Jerusalem, so many things happened elsewhere. In addition to studying, practicing rifles, and playing big guns, he also needed to calculate how many people, materials and money he needed if construction started in Syria.

Although Shi Xuerong took the abacus to help him with the specific calculation, it was not easy to calculate.

"The steel in Damascus is of great use, but my 100,000 slaves still have to build Alexander and Damietta, the Alexander lighthouse also needs to be restored, and the Socotra Island also requires more staff. I can find so many people wherever I go!"

It's no wonder that Zhao Fubo was worried. The number of people he needed was too large, and it was not an easy task to solve this problem.

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While he was thinking, Sophia shot four bullets in a row at the stern of the boat, and the target on the towed boat. This girl has a natural hobby for weapons. Although the accuracy is somewhat inferior to Zhao Fubo's accurate shooting in 150 meters, her range and speed are really nothing to say.

Listening to others practicing guns, Zhao Fubo was a little depressed. Not only did he have to study, but he also had to think about these headaches. The problem now is that all the slaves in the direction of Aden have been placed on Socotra Island. Although newcomers have been constantly emerging on the island of Felecai, the number is still seriously insufficient.

Even if the Egyptian roads are completely completed and even if King Baibls Bendugadari supports the construction of two ports, then the urban construction and "road" construction in Syria are still a problem of insufficient manpower.

"Great Emperor, you don't have to worry too much. Syria has not many other people, but its population is quite large!"

Prince Azam Tulansha looked at Zhao Fubo's appearance and comforted him. At this moment, Prince Azam Tulansha was determined to form an alliance with Zhao Fubo. As long as he had a folding bow and a "grenade launcher" to deal with other sultans here, wouldn't he be a strong man?

At that time, only a little bit of the defenders in the city can be left, and then a large army can be dispatched to plunder other people's cities. Don't look at him bowing to Zhao Fubo, but in other places, others have to bow to him.

Zhao Fubo did not want to dispel his enthusiasm, but those who built roads in the Kingdom of Egypt were all people who were originally educated and then educated by "mathematics, physics and chemistry". Compared with them, basically the people provided by Prince Azam Tulansha cannot be considered human in Zhao Fubo's eyes.

They are just ignorant big guys, and they are not good at selling their strength, but when they really care about anything, they can be honest, they are really stupid.

"Okay, I'll recruit people when I go back. As for me, I'll find a way for those in charge!"

Thinking of this, he thought of another thing. It’s not enough to manage people with just whips. Should we make some smaller things, such as the pistol mentioned by Teacher Martin.

In fact, it is not that Martin doesn't want to build it, but that the problem of pistols is more serious than rifles. Because relatively speaking, those thin and short barrels are more difficult to process than these long and thick barrels. And if you want to say that they have shocked power, you have to say that these "Martin-1 rifles" will make people who have never seen them afraid of them before.

It's like a deer that has never seen a hunting rifle before. When it encounters a hunting rifle for the second time, it will escape very quickly.

Zhao Fubo's thoughts left here far away because of human problems. He was thinking about the situation on Pu Jinshu. He didn't know what was going on. It has been about 3 months since he left Aden. Pu Jinshu, who has a mission, shouldn't be interested in traveling around the mountains and rivers.

"Oh, hurry up. If I could transport tens of thousands of Song people to me at a time...!"

Let’s talk about Pu Jinshu in the Song Dynasty next season. Let’s talk about Zhao Fubo, who came to Jerusalem on a boat driven by Sean. Whether Arabs or Europeans, everyone regards it as a holy city.

For Zhao Fubo, there was nothing worthy of his favorite here. His only purpose was to send Alisa to meet her brother Conrad IV. At the same time, it was to prepare for the future development of European trade routes. After all, with his support, Zhao Fubo's trip to Europe should be much smoother.

Only by completing the development of European trade routes, in the future, no matter how many people or others, they will not be able to compete with the Great Song Yulin Army, which has been armed with the financial resources of the world. It is not about whether they want to think about it or not, but about whether they have qualifications.

To put it in ten thousand, as long as Zhao Fubo successfully explores the European trade route, his wealth will grow from the current order of magnitude to the geometric growth. With this money, he will have enough ships, enough fleets, and finally enough hot weapons.

Probably when all the preparations were completed, the throne that his grandfather, the descendant of the Eight King Zhao Defang, received was about to be taken back.

"Is that Jerusalem?"

As the ship was about to get onto the dock in Jerusalem, Zhao Fubo put on a full set of armor and asked the Emin brothers to raise a full set of flags.

Before he and his men arrived ashore, the little bad horse of Feihuoqintian Beast neighed at the bow of the ship. As before, his neighing made the horse on his side stand up and wait for its call. Especially the rouge horse that Sophia rode, he consciously came to Feihuoqintian Beast.

On the shore, it was lively. No matter the heavy horses of the crusaders on the shore, or those horses that were hybridized with Arabian horses, they all stood up one by one. After successfully lifting their masters into the ground, they all ran away.

The remaining knights with superb riding skills were dissatisfied and hostile when they looked at Zhao Fubo and his team. Especially the donkeys and mules who were pulling carts, they all fell to the ground just like they were paying homage to the emperor.

When Zhao Fubo's ship docked, a large group of soldiers were already surrounded by the place where Zhao Fubo and his friends were about to go ashore, led by port officials and knights.

"Everyone, don't be so furious. I sent back his long-lost sister for His Majesty Conrad IV, the king here. I advise you to be more respectful to me and my subordinates, otherwise I will definitely be angry. And you must understand that if the princess' identity is confirmed, your luck...hehe, it will be bad!"

Zhao Fubo took the lead in front of the hostile knights and soldiers, followed by the prince Azam Tulansha. He commanded the soldiers with the arrogance of the royal family.
Chapter completed!