I saw the note and the sultry look in Mrs. Margaret Brown's eyes. Although mentally I didn't want to go, my body was still very honest.

Dorgon still recalled last night's madness. In the morning, his body was squeezed dry by Elizabeth's juicer, but after a day's rest, Dorgon felt that he was still... capable.

Eat the last piece of beef on the plate and drink up the last bit of wine in the glass. You will be very tired tonight and need every ounce of energy to replenish your strength.

After glancing at Mrs. Margaret Brown, Dorgon put down his napkin, stood up and walked out of the restaurant.

The wind on the upper deck was a bit strong, but luckily Dorgon had the foresight to wear a coat.

The moon has risen, and there is finally a glimmer of light on the sea. Although it is not a full moon, there is still a little bit of light.

Deep in the Atlantic Ocean, the waves were a bit rough. Fortunately, the Titanic was big enough to hold up two waves.

I once chatted with Dr. Newton in India. The waves on the sea have peaks and troughs. If your boat is big enough and can ride over two waves, then the bumps of your boat will be very small.

This is also the reason why people barely felt anything on the Titanic despite the strong waves on the sea.

It is only the beginning of November now, and if it takes another month, it is possible to see the Northern Lights.

Dorgon once saw it in Russia, and it was very colorful and beautiful.

I looked at the Big Dipper to confirm the north, and looked carefully, but saw nothing.

There is a lookout post standing on the high tower. He is looking into the distance with a telescope in his hand.

Dorgon knew that this guy was responsible for detecting icebergs or ships on the sea.

The North Atlantic has high winds and strong waves, and the route is almost fixed.

For ships sailing on fixed routes, there are more ships at sea than there are more cars on land.

If there are many cars on land, car accidents will happen, and if there are many ships on the sea, they will naturally collide with ships. Therefore, there will be a lookout post on the ship to see if there are any ships in the distance.

The Ming Dynasty's navy did not have this problem, because the navy's ships have generators on them. There is a bright navigation light at the highest point of the mast.

With this navigation light, it is basically impossible for navies to collide with each other. As for other ships, if you feel that your hull is hard enough, you can try to compete with the navy's warships.

However, this kind of impact effect is generally not good. After all, the navy's warships are made of high-grade steel. However, most ships in this era are still wooden ships.

Even among the ships of the Ming Dynasty, many were wooden sailboats.

This is the gap in technology. The generator has always been the Ming Dynasty's top secret project. Every year, 80% of the spies caught by Luzhu from various countries are tasked with stealing the electromechanical principles of the Ming Dynasty.

Dorgon looked at the sea in the distance, thinking about how he would start the rest of his life after arriving in the North American territory.

"What are you thinking about?" A gentle voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Then, Dorgon felt a pair of arms surrounding his waist. Then, something hit his back.

"Should I say I miss you?" Dorgon held his small white hands with both hands.

"You really look like him, including the tone and tone of your speech!" Mrs. Margaret Brown murmured in a low voice.

"He?" Dorgon was a little confused, who was "him"?

"I was only fourteen years old at that time, and I admired a Ming man very much." Mrs. Margaret Brown said in a low voice.

"Oh, what happened next?" Dorgon was a little frustrated. It turned out that he was just a substitute. He thought it was his domineering spirit that directly conquered this woman.

"On our way back to England, we met a Persian pirate. He died fighting to protect me! It is precisely because of him that I am alive today."

Dorgon turned around and found that there were tears on Mrs. Margaret Brown's face.

He put his hands around Mrs. Margaret Brown's waist, raised her chin very gently, and pressed her lips against hers!

Mrs. Margaret Brown responded enthusiastically immediately, but neither of them noticed that a pair of fire-breathing eyes were looking at them from the lower deck.

Elizabeth looked at the two people on the upper deck and gritted her teeth with hatred. She clenched her fists tightly and her nails dug deeply into her flesh.

Russian women are tough. Elizabeth pulled the revolver from her arms. She pointed it at the person above and pulled the trigger continuously.

"Madam!" Tabai saw Elizabeth's actions and saw Dorgon on the upper deck.

He hurriedly threw Elizabeth down with a tiger leap, and the two fell to the deck together. The revolver fell to the deck, and Tabei swept the revolver directly into the sea with a sweep of his hand.

"Let me go!" Elizabeth roared loudly.

Dorgon was frightened to death. He had already felt it just now, and the bullet flew past his head.

Seeing the lower deck, Tabai punched Elizabeth unconscious, glanced at Dorgon, and directly carried Elizabeth away.

I looked around, but fortunately it was dinner time and there was no one on the deck. Although the gunfire was loud, it was not enough to compare with the roaring waves.

I looked up and saw that the man on the observation deck was gone. He probably went down to be lazy. After all, it's not pleasant to stay outside in this temperature for several hours.

"Your Russian woman has a very hot temper. She is very suitable for going to Texas." Unexpectedly, Mrs. Margaret Brown was not frightened and even teased Dorgon with a smile.

"Aren't you afraid?" Dorgon asked in surprise.

"What's the matter? The fires of New York gangs are much more intense than this. You can often see them on the streets of New York.

If your destination is Texas, this may be a daily behavior." Mrs. Margaret Brown said calmly.

"Daily behavior?" Dorgon helplessly wondered whether his choice to go to the North American territory was the right one.

"Yeah! Everyday behavior, in Texas, if you want, there will be a chance for a gunfight every day.

There is also a popular duel there, in which two people are more than ten meters apart. The revolver is inserted into the holster, and both parties count down together.

Then they draw guns and shoot together. Sometimes one person dies, sometimes two people die together.

There are also times when he was shot but did not die.

It all depends on your luck and the strength of your opponent. If you must go to Texas, I hope you are on the lucky side."

Mrs. Margaret Brown smiled at Dorgon!

Dorgon's complexion began to turn ugly. What kind of fucking life would it be like? When he came to the North American Territory, he didn't want to live in a life where fighting would continue.

"Let's go to the cabin. This is not a good place for a date. At least there is no one in the cabin."

Mrs. Margaret Brown smiled and took Dorgon's hand, and the two walked through the corridor and walked directly into Mrs. Margaret Brown's first-class cabin.

While Mrs. Margaret Brown and Dorgon were getting along warmly in the cabin, a sailor climbed up to the watchtower to change his shift.

"Henry! Henry!" As soon as he climbed up to the watchtower, the sailor saw his colleague who had been shot in the head.

The unlucky Henry was shot twice in the head because the temperature was very low. The blood that flowed out had solidified, and it was obvious that he had been shot for some time.

Theoretically, passengers boarding the ship are not allowed to carry guns.

But no one can guarantee whether the passengers will carry guns. After all, they are all wealthy and powerful owners.

The crew could not search themselves, and they were helpless against the mountains of salutes.

"Tower, Henry was shot. I don't know who did it. He may be dead." The sailor opened the microphone in horror and shouted loudly into the cockpit below.

"Henry was shot?" The people in the cockpit were also shocked, and soon the news reached the ears of first officer Murdoch.

While sending people to the watchtower to see what was going on, Murdoch found Captain Smith who was eating in the restaurant.

"Has any crew member been shot?" Smith was surprised. Such a problem occurred on the Titanic's maiden voyage, which made people feel a little unlucky.

Captain Smith quickly came to the cockpit and wanted to ask through the microphone what was going on above.

But as soon as Captain Smith opened the microphone, the crew's terrified roars came from inside.

"Iceberg! Iceberg! Iceberg found directly ahead!"

Smith's hair stood on end immediately. Generally speaking, icebergs would not appear on the route this season. The news was too sudden. If the ship hit an iceberg, the consequences would be unpredictable.

Especially hitting an iceberg on a maiden voyage is even more unlucky than losing a crew member.

Things on the sea are unpredictable, and sailors are actually the most superstitious people in the world.

However, many years of sailing skills made Smith quickly calm down: "Sound the alarm immediately! Slow down all engines! Full left rudder! Reverse propeller No. 3!"

First Mate Murdoch quickly conveyed Captain Smith's orders. However, what the people in the cab did not expect was that at this time, the Titanic was 400 meters behind the iceberg.

Just thirty-seven seconds later, the Titanic collided with the iceberg.

Mrs. Margaret Brown and Dorgon had just finished a fierce collision and were lying on the bed to relax!

Suddenly, Dorgon felt the ship's hull vibrate slightly. He also heard a sound similar to metal friction.

"What sound?" Mrs. Margaret Brown obviously heard it too.

"It may be that there are strong winds and waves, or the propeller is malfunctioning. In this deep sea, the possibility of running aground is very low." Dorgon did not care about this level of vibration.

Mrs. Margaret Brown has also been sailing for many years and knows the sea very well. The two embraced each other sweetly!

Elizabeth was tied up by Tabai in the cabin on the second floor. He was afraid that she would shout loudly, so he found a towel and blocked her mouth.

If you follow Tabai's wishes and dare to shoot your master, throw him directly into the sea. But you have to wait for Dorgon to nod. After all, this is Dorgon's woman.

But it was different for Ada who was staying in the third-class cabin on the lower deck. Ada felt a violent vibration.

At the same time, I saw the milky white iceberg passing by outside the starboard window. Some of the ice cubes that were hit by the ship and wiped off the side of the iceberg fell on the right deck of the bow. The immigrant passengers in the steerage cabin on the bottom floor were even more horrified to find that the iceberg was cold.

The biting seawater flowed through the crack of the door from nowhere and poured into the bedroom, and the boat quickly stopped.

Ada put on a coat and rushed out of the cabin. The corridor was full of people. Ada, who was tall and strong, squeezed out a passage and climbed straight into the second-class cabin.

"Where's the master?" Ada was not surprised at all when she saw Elizabeth being tied up. She just asked about Dorgon's whereabouts.
To be continued...