There was heavy fog on the sea in the morning. As the sun gradually rose, the fog became thinner. Just as the fog was about to dissipate, Xin Yue saw Chu Zhiling's numerous fleets surrounded by a large stagnant ship. The boat was about thirty feet long, five or six feet wide, and the iron nails were densely arranged, which was spectacular. The boat had three sails, which was unusually slashed in the morning sun.

Xin Yue is familiar with this kind of ship. This is a high-end warship of the Netherlands, a maritime powerhouse in the 17th century. It is called a plywood ship. This ship is strong and cannoned, and it is exposed to wind on all sides, and it goes smoothly.

It shouldn't be surprising to see this kind of ship, but Xin Yue still frowned slightly. What kind of world is this?

There are China, Japan, Netherlands, and Britain in this world. According to various signs, it should be the time and space of the 17th century, but what made her most trouble was that China in the 17th century should have been in power in the Ming Dynasty, and now it should be the end of the Ming Dynasty, but there is no Ming Dynasty here at all, and there is only the Daming Dynasty that is slightly similar to it.

Internal conflicts, rule, corrupt officials are prevalent, the people live in dire straits, pirates in the southeastern waters are endless, and the rampant pirates are even at the point of entering the house. This is the general background of this era.

She understood the butterfly effect that even the tiny things could cause huge changes. In the past, when the Navy Special Forces, that is, the Marine Corps, were told by the commander that the seemingly inconspicuous links often had special effects. Could it be that the arrival of this tiny dust made the trajectory of time and space slightly deviated from the original history?

Or is she coming to another unknown time and space?

I can't verify it, so I can only let go and wait and see what's going on.

I shook my head and thought, it seemed that what I should care about most now is not the issue of the times, but my own survival.

Chu Zhiling wants to kill her, how could she sit and wait for death?

Xin Yue leaned halfway over the mast, and the light purple dress became more and more elegant and noble. The faint expression on her face seemed to be in control. She smiled slightly, and there was a kind of soul-sighted beauty in her lazy and charming.

"Augustin, that beauty is..." Pompeii, the Dutch chief with silver hair closed eyes, looked at the direction where Xin Yue stood, and could not move his eyes for a long time.

Augustine is Chu Zhiling’s Christian name.

Chu Zhiling was also slightly stunned. It was extremely unruly for a woman to lean against the mast, but when she stood leisurely, she was somewhat casual and elegant.

However, when Chu Zhiling saw Xin Yue like this, his first reaction was not to appreciate it, but to be slightly surprised and angry - this woman was too brave.

He was going to kill her at any time, but she could still be so leisurely?

Chu Zhiling glanced at Pompeibo beside him and responded lightly: "Just a prisoner." What else Pompeibo wanted to say, but Chu Zhiling interrupted him in fluent Dutch: "Commander Pompeibo, due to time constraints last night, I asked someone to prepare a banquet in the first cabin, please take a seat."

Pompeibo nodded, but his eyes were like a lilac figure lingering in the distance. Xin Yue seemed to know that someone was looking at her, so he turned his head slightly, and his eyes turned back and forth between Chu Zhiling and Pompeibo, who was nearly fifty years old, and then showed an extremely light and incapable smile.

Then, he didn't even look at them, and turned around and walked towards his room.
Chapter completed!