Although Diciayela had not held out much hope, he still asked, "What way do you have to get around the English Fleet?"
"No, there's no need to get around them." Demu Weier lowered his head slightly. "You know, I used to do business over in the United Kingdom. Later, inspections in the strait became too strict, so our captains thought of trying their luck with the Ottoman..."
"Get to the point."
"Oh, yes, General." Demu Weier quickened his pace. "We can transfer through Port of Piraeus. Supplies there are extremely abundant."
Diciayela frowned. "But it's too far away. There's simply not enough time."
Port of Piraeus lay in the Morea Region of Greece, more than seven hundred nautical miles from Genoa.
"No, there is enough time, General. I heard that Port of Piraeus began using steamships for trade half a year ago." Demu Weier said, "A great many French merchants do business there."
He drew a deep breath. "Most importantly, the English will never imagine that the supplies will come from the east."
Diciayela exchanged glances with the staff officer. They had instinctively assumed transport ships were slow-moving, yet they had forgotten that Franco-Ottoman trade had already begun using Steam Paddle Wheel Ships.
One of those could make the trip from Port of Piraeus to Genoa in less than a week.
The staff officer nodded, then shook his head again. "But Steam Paddle Wheel Ships have relatively small cargo capacities, and no supplies have been prepared in advance."
"This..." Demu Weier nervously took two steps back and said in a low voice, "I truly hadn't considered that. I'm very sorry. Just take it as the ramblings of a madman."
"Wait." Diciayela raised a hand to signal the staff officer. "There are no other options at present. Send someone to Port