Sester is a huge island. Although from the king to the local governors, everyone knows how complicated the management of military and civilian ports is, it still acquiesced to exist for all reasons.

Lieutenant Bowen is the deputy director of the Military Port Warehouse Management District.

He is twenty-eight years old and looks too young in any way. In the words of a sailor who seeks life on the sea for many years: he is not fierce enough, and has no deterrence to veterans and sea lazinesses who deserve to be beaten. Although he is a nobleman, his face is too handsome, and he raises his hands and feet in accordance with the etiquette of the upper class, and he speaks politely. A young man like him should go in and out of the noble salon, or the home of a certain noble widow, rather than staying on a dock or a boat.

The concept of sailors cannot be considered wrong. In fact, without aristocratic background, it is almost impossible for Bowen to have the rank of lieutenant at this age, and it is even more impossible for him to stand out among countless competitors, taking on the "Deputy Director of the Warehouse Management District" as a fat and flawless person.

The Port of Sester in winter is not a fan of love. Although it is located in the south, the sea water here is also cold. The sailors on board will rack their brains to please the superiors in order to get off the ship and land. That means you don’t have to stay in the cold and humid cabin and accompany the cold. There are warm and dry hotel rooms, and you can also go to the bar to find a beautiful, sexy and hot woman to spend the night together.

Bowen's office is very large. In summer, it looks particularly comfortable here. But in winter... he stood up from his desk, put his coat on his body, walked to the corner of the house, picked up a few pieces of coal with tongs and put it into the fireplace. Looking at the black stones slowly burning under the flames, a wry smile appeared on his young face.

The chimney in the office only has ventilation ducts connected to the fireplace. Southern countries have had a deep understanding of the harm of "gas" more than a hundred years ago, and know that coal blocks will release toxic gas when burning. Therefore, no matter how cold the weather is, as long as coal is burned in the room to keep warm, the windows must be opened to release toxic gas.

If it weren't for the work to be completed and a lot of various documents had to be reviewed, Bowen really wanted to go back to his bedroom and cover it with a thick duck down quilt to have a good sleep.

Through the door, he vaguely heard laughter coming from a distance.

Today is the weekend, a day for sailors and soldiers to relax.

According to different usage functions, warehouse management is divided into two parts: personnel rest and residential, as well as warehouses for stockpiling materials.

The entire warehouse management area belongs to a military management area, with guards on duty outside, and no civilians are allowed to enter without permission.

There are always exceptions.

The residents of Sester Island also have to live, and many businessmen who like special locations here also open hotels, bars, casinos, restaurants, and run various businesses. Among them, the most popular one among sailors and soldiers is the bar.

To put it bluntly, it is mainly wine and women.

It is said that the initial management of the Sester Military Port was very strict, and bar girls were prohibited from entering the military control area. However, strong demands from operators and demanders took the upper hand. Faced with the general's strict orders, sailors and soldiers expressed dissatisfaction. The bar operators on the island also organized market strikes many times, and even threatened to close all business projects and withdraw from the island forever.

Military rules in the civilized era do not apply here. Although the name "First Fleet" is famous, the King and the General Administration of Navy spend most of their military expenditures on ship manufacturing and weapon configuration. The military pay for sailors and soldiers is not much. Especially sailors, their lives on the ship are comparable to those who are most knocked down in slums. They have to be responsible for all kinds of dirty and tiring work. Most of the daily food is biscuits, moldy bread and corned beef. If you go to sea for a short time, drinks are enough. If you spend more than two weeks at sea, the drinking water in the barrel will grow green mold and the food will also deteriorate. In this way, you have to mix a certain amount of wine into the water to swallow. Bacon that is not well kept will also grow maggots. However, in order to solve hunger, you can only eat in a dark environment to avoid seeing too nausea bugs and losing your appetite.

These issues usually do not involve officers. According to the kingdom's military rules, they can enjoy excellent wine, and although the food quality is not as good as the army, it is far superior to ordinary sailors.

When returning to the port, the sailors want most are women and hangovers.

According to military regulations: sailors and soldiers need to take leave after leaving the administrative area and can only be released after obtaining the permission of the officer. Moreover, not everyone is eligible to go out and must be done one by one in order.

People who have been wandering at sea for a long time urgently need physical and psychological release. Continuing to restrain them after entering the port will only backfire. It would be fine if everyone treated equally, but such constraints are only for the lowest-level sailors and soldiers, but officers have no restrictions on this.

More than 80 years ago, a huge rebellion occurred in the Port of Sester. At that time, 90% of the sailors in the entire fleet participated. They killed the captain and officers and burned up as many as thirty-three warships of various types. Although the Kingdom Army responded quickly and sent superior forces to suppress them, the Kingdom Navy suffered heavy losses and was unable to recover for the next five years.

Senior managers were forced to make amends to various restrictions based on actual conditions. It was from that time that the "sailor's rotation rest" system was abolished in form and existed only in text mode.

On Sester Island, "bar girl" is a meaningful word. It means that any bar operator with a little relationship can bring his women into the military control area and provide services to sailors and soldiers.

Many nobles and generals opposed this, but could not change the fait accompli. After all, this is indeed easy to manage to a large extent. - "bar girls" are active in the military control area. When passing checkpoints, they must undergo inspections and must not carry weapons. At the same time, they must undergo relevant sanitation inspections to prevent and avoid large-scale infection of the disease.

"Plum (harmony) poison" is a terrible word. Although military doctors' inspection methods of "bar girls" are extremely stiff and even unkind, it must be admitted that their work is indeed effective. Over the past decades, many "bar girls" who are sick and just thinking about making money are found.

The sound of play that Lieutenant Bernard heard was heard by these women, mixed with the excited cheers of sailors and soldiers. Alcohol stimulated them to secrete more adrenaline, and they were willing to empty the last penny in their pockets for the joy of the night.

Sitting on the chair, Bowen felt colder and colder, and his frozen hands could hardly even hold the pen.

He was a little angry———I am a real officer! Why can those dirty and vulgar sailors stay in the dormitory and spend time, but I can only sit here and blow the cold wind? Is this the treatment that the officer and the deputy warehouse supervisor should have?

His experience of working late at night was unfamiliar to him. If it weren't for the two other deputy supervisors and many of the officers below who had to go out temporarily, these tasks would not have been on Lieutenant Bowen.

There was a knock on the door outside.

Bowen, who was full of resentment, stood up from his desk, walked over and opened the door, and saw a familiar face.

That was a middle-aged man with a vulgar appearance and a short stature.

His name is Yugao, and he is the owner of a large bar on Sester Island. He usually visited his shop several times on weekends, and he had dealt with each other, but he was not very familiar with each other.

"Dear Bowen, I guess you must be here." The master Yu, who had a mustache, held a bottle of wine, a dark black long-necked bottle, and the labels attached to the outside were beautiful in the shape of grape leaves. Bowen was very familiar with this wine. Although he had tasted it only once because of the high price, he had seen it many times at dances held by the general's office and the high-ranking nobles.

His cold and proliferating thinking suddenly eased, and his facial expression softened, but his tone was still kept away: "What's the matter with me?"

"What's the matter with you? Look at what you said, aren't we friends?" Yougao is a familiar person, and it may be the intention of the operator. In his opinion, Bowen's rank of lieutenant and deputy supervisor were the objects to be sought after. Yougao raised the bottle of expensive wine with both hands and narrowed his small black bean-like eyes: "I brought you a gift, how about it, try it?"

Bowen hesitated for a moment, and turned sideways in the middle of the door to give up enough distance to pass. To be honest, it was really hard for him to refuse this suggestion. After all, it was too cold tonight and it was hard to bear it by relying on charcoal fire alone. If there was a bottle of wine... and it was a good wine that was valuable, it would be fine to drink only one glass.

He didn't know that Yugao had another hidden identity - a slave trader.

The two wine glasses brought the relationship between the two men closer. Bowen liked this bottle of wine very much and unknowingly drank several glasses. Although Yougao was drinking it, he just sipped it slightly most of the time. He watched as most of the bottle of wine entered Bowen's stomach, and the smile on his face became stronger.

The effect of alcohol on the brain is so obvious that Bowen's thinking becomes extremely active.

Yougao kept talking, but the sound was not loud, and the people outside couldn't hear it, but Bowen could hear it very clearly.

"You are the most noble guy I have ever met, much better than those tall and arrogant big shots."

"Brother, don't you mind calling you that, do you? I'm older than you and have seen more things. It's not that I'm talking bad things behind my back, but those officials above you don't know anything. You are different from them, but you have a much less salary than them and do too much work than them."

"Just talk about today. Now, you're sitting here alone and blowing the cold wind, they're holding a dance party with beautiful women in their mansion. Think about the hearty dinner they've had: marinated chicken, stewed lamb chops with peas, roast duck stuffed with apples, foie gras with red carp, and steak with artichokes... Let me see what you have here... biscuits and beef, is this your dinner?"

Bowen's young face seemed to be on fire, and anger and shame kept colliding in his mind. Just like two classical knights, holding rifles and shields, fighting desperately to decide the outcome in the rage.

"Why should they ride on your neck and stool and pee?" Yugao added this most important sentence just right.

The muscles on Bowen's face were twisted in anger. He swung his empty wine glass and threw it hard to the ground, smashing it into countless pieces.

Yugao stood up from his chair: "Don't stay here, don't think about any damn jobs. Come with me! Go to the barracks and stay with the guys who just got off the boat, where there was more wine and a lot of beautiful girls I brought."

Bowen was a little hesitant. It could be seen that he was really moved, but his reason was still there and alcohol did not have an overwhelming advantage.

Yougao walked around him, leaned close to his ears, and tempted terrified: "I specially left you one of the fresh goods I sent from London the day before yesterday. A very beautiful blonde girl with smooth and delicate skin and has not been touched by others. I promise you will like it."

This became the last straw for brimming the Bowen thinking.

He locked all kinds of documents into the cabinet and followed Yougao out of the office.

The slave trader disguised as the bar owner did not lie. There was indeed a beautiful blonde in the barracks. Most of the sailors were drunk and they were very coveting the woman, but they didn't have much money in their pockets, so they could only drool in disappointment. Lieutenant Bowen's arrival was indeed surprising. Yougao handled the relationship between the two very well. As long as there was wine, communication between men would not be difficult due to their status.

What's more, Bowen is not on the ship, although he is quite arrogant, he is not completely unable to get close to him.

The wine and the woman pushed everything to a climax.

No one noticed when Yugao left the barracks.

He tiptoed to the pier and stood quietly in the unattended darkness for more than ten minutes. Soon, several dark figures suddenly floated on the sea. Under the guidance of Yougao's light emitted by the fire, they walked along the pier along the shore.

This is the plan made by Elizabeth.

Now most sailors and soldiers in the entire port area are resting in the barracks. Even if not everyone gets drunk, they will stay in the room because of women and will not come out.

The core of the plan is to blow up the gunpowder warehouse inside the military port.

This is the extension of Tianhao landing plan and an indispensable strategic assistance.

The key to landing on the southern coast and taking down the Shenwei Fortress is to control the sea power. Zhengjiang's fleet is confident of killing any opponent, but anyone is willing to avoid more trouble. Simply put, as long as the navy of the Saxon Kingdom cannot be dispatched in a short period of time for some reason, Tianhao's landing plan can be implemented smoothly.

The military port warehouse on Sester Island has a large amount of gunpowder all year round.

With wine and women, this broad rest system for sailors has long existed. There have been "banquets" larger than today, but nothing happened.

It was precisely because Elizabeth and Ugao seized this and lured the guards and officers who were supposed to be on duty to participate in the blaster's infiltration from the sea.

Yougao returned to the barracks. It was far away from the explosion point and was very safe.
Chapter completed!