San Carlos is small.

As a military fortress whose main business is to collect taxes and the side business to defend the land, the possibility of accommodating the manor was not considered when the land was opened here.

The three armies in the city were in charge of their own affairs, and the commander's residence, the Lakeside Port Authority, and the Watergate Command Post were the residences of the three military commanders, and from a certain point of view, it was equivalent to officers and soldiers living together.

Lorraine was warmly received by Marat in the villa-like lakeside port authority annex.

"Ruhl, my dear Ruhl. Sebilian, there has been no news for three days, and I thought you had fled like a coward in the face of the opportunity to change your fate. ”

Lorraine greeted him with a smile, bowed, and stroked her chest.

"No matter how stupid I am, I should guess that the only hotel in the city is an asset to the garrison fleet. ...... of Singapore Cadiz Your uncle served in the Mediterranean Fleet? ”

"Every Admiral of the garrison fleet is from the Mediterranean Fleet......" Marat's face couldn't hide the embarrassment, "Ruhl, I'm glad you made the right decision." ”

"As you said, my family does not allow me to refuse the friendship of a powerful officer, it is our flaw, and I hope it can be remedied in my hands."

"Yes, Flaw, you're smart." Marat walked up and glanced at Leif and Bartow behind Lorraine, "Let your brave guards wait downstairs, I've got a drink in the study, and we can talk slowly." ”

This is a very reasonable request, but Lorraine shrugged helplessly.

"Mr. Major, the guards are father's men. Ever since I got into a fight with that smuggler in New Orleans, my father wouldn't let them leave me. ”

"Are you on guard?"

"It was really my father's request, and he deliberately chose two dead eyes for this."

Marat looked at Lorraine for a long time.

"If you want to follow, follow it. Although my study is not large, there is always a position for two people. ”

……

After a not-so-harmonious opening, the three Lorraine followed Marat into the study.

The major, as always, showed his stupidity, seeing that Lorraine with his escorts, even if he was temporarily transferred to night duty, had to have the comical upper hand on the scene.

The small study was crowded with eight people at one time, two guards standing by the door, and two guards standing by the window, each holding a spear as if they were standing guards.

Leif and Barto turned a blind eye, and stood behind Lorraine with their hands crossed, their heads held high and their eyes not squinting.

Lorraine naturally has a seat.

He and Marat sat opposite each other on the sofa, with wine in the middle, and neither of them had any intention of raising a glass.

Silence, silence, silence for more than ten minutes, Marat finally lost his patience.

"Dear Ruhl, there will always be choices in people's lives, once you have decided, don't hesitate, hesitation will only seem stupid."

"You have misunderstood, Mr. Major. I'm not hesitating, I'm just weighing. ”

"Oh? Weigh? ”

"Yes." Lorraine looked up, "There are some things that need to be weighed, such as retreats, such as safeguards. Of course, everything is based on success, I know my worth, and if I fail, I'm just a shameful traitor. ”

"It's great to hear such a wise statement." Mara smiled heartily, "So what are you weighing?" I might be able to help. ”

"Of course you can help me." Lorraine straightened up, "Actually, if you want to set fire to that powder magazine in the civilian barracks, you're the only one who can help me. ”

The smile was still on his face, and Marat's expression twitched suddenly: "Are you going to blow up that arsenal in the barracks?" ”

"Of course! Since you want to show the slackness and stupidity of the civilian army through accidents, of course the bigger the accident, the better. ”

Marat swallowed fiercely: "But that's hundreds of casualties, and there's still a battalion of munitions in it......"

"It's just a militia, and it's very easy to recruit." Lorraine simply threw back the same words from three days ago, "And Mr. Major, you have miscalculated the priorities. ”

"Me? Miscalculation? ”

Lorraine stood up and walked in a circle behind Marat, putting her arm around his shoulders and staring out the window at the night view of the fortress.

The window was facing east, and Lorraine could easily discern the church's towering bell tower, its clippings reaching straight into the sky like a sword, and the moon shining behind it, looking large and bright.

Lorraine patted Marat on the shoulder.

"Mr. Major, there are two arsenals in this fortress. The main depot was in the center of the barracks, and as a result of the explosion was a dead man, a lost gun; The auxiliary library was built at the junction of the two city walls, and the result of the explosion was likely to be the collapse of the city walls of Damian Cheng. ”

"Which result hurts San Carlos more? Obviously, the latter. ”

"The barracks are the barracks of the militia. They live there, how many people die and how many guns are thrown is the business of the militia, even if there is a change of commander of the fortress, it is also the business of the militia, and it will not become the business of San Carlos. ”

"The collapse of the walls is different. The central threat to San Carlos has always been the natives and beasts of the rainforest, and if the walls are there, the city will be safe, and if the walls fall......"

Marat gritted his teeth: "Defend against the beast tide and barbarians in a fortress without walls, even if you manage to survive, the next commander will be infamous for being incompetent!" ”

"That's it."

Lorraine held Marat's shoulder, smiled and whispered, the voice unhurried, seductive, teasing the evil at the bottom of the human heart.

"Mr. Major, which is more important, which is more urgent. In order to save more lives, sometimes a small number of people must be sacrificed, and this is a good deed that only an upright and merciful gentleman can understand. ”

"It's ...... Charity? ”

"You will achieve your purpose, and you will also maintain the security of the fortress and continue to maintain the people of the city. If this is not a good deed, what else is? ”

"It's ...... Charity! Marat clenched his fists firmly, his face hideous, like a demon, "Ruhl, you're right, I almost forgot that every life is equally precious in God's eyes!" ”

"We are God's chosen nobles, messengers, and gospels! We cannot, and should not, put the people of the city in danger for the sake of a few lowly militiamen who don't love themselves. This is irresponsibility to the innocent, and even more irresponsible to the Lord! ”

"We ......"

Lorraine listened to his impassioned speech when she suddenly saw the bell tower opposite lit up with a spark-like shimmer.

The sense of crisis instantly overflowed his whole body, and he dragged Mara to the ground without thinking about it, rudely, and even the sofa under him was overturned!

Boom!

It was the sound of a couch smashing against the carpet and the sound of gunfire drifting in the distance.

Gunshots rang out!

The glass of the window shattered, and a buckshot struck the metal mounting on the couch foot, and it bounced off the center of Marat's self-portrait.

Marat fell to the ground in a daze, her mouth wide open.

"Lu ...... Ruhr ......"

"The bell tower, it's a chasesser, the precision of this distance......"

Boom!

Lorraine's words were interrupted by another gunshot, and an unlucky soldier was searching for his target in confusion, when suddenly a huge blood burst out of his chest, and the whole person flew upside down.

The first deceased appeared, and the blood of the deceased splattered on the ground, on the wall, and on Marat's face, and Marat began to struggle.

The whole house was in chaos, and Barto and Leif were the first to hide themselves behind the wall, and the soldiers scurrying around like flies.

Lorraine stood up and kicked away a soldier who was in his way, dragging the horse and pinning him to a corner against the wall.

At that moment, a third gunshot rang out, and the second soldier fell to the ground.

Lorraine pressed Marat and ordered: "Barto, church bell tower, 350 meters away, he has at least three Kentuckies in his hand, don't let him be too easy!" ”

"Yes!"

Bato lowered his body and took off the dead man's spear and bullets, tore open the cartridge casing, loaded the lead shots, compacted them, and fired back in the direction of the bell tower.

The effective range of the smoothbore gun is only 30 meters, and even if Bartow is the best Drake shooter, he can only maintain a relative accuracy of 50-70 meters.

A hunter's talent is something that is hard to come by.

Of those Lorraine knew, only Pierce could hit targets 100 meters away with a smoothbore gun, and if he had switched to the sniper rifle of this era, the Kenta Baseline rifle, he would have barely been able to maintain an accuracy of about 300 meters on land.

The hunter on the opposite side is likely to be more talented than Pierce!

Bartow couldn't hold the hunter down.

Lorraine knew that Bartow's return fire would not pose a threat to the chasseur at all, and all he could do was guide the incompetent guards with his actions so that they would not cause trouble for him at this time.

At least in this regard, Lorraine did.

Barto cautiously launched a counterattack towards the bell tower, and the two surviving guards quickly followed suit and ran to the window to peek into their brains.

The bell tower went through a full five-minute window period, and the gunfire began again.

The first shot missed, shattering a glass ornament on the wall cabinet. The second shot caught up with an unaware soldier probe to fight back, and with one shot in the head, the eyebrows bloomed.

The soldier fell straight down, and Lorraine and Bartow spoke at the same time.

"Three shots!" "It's three guns!"

"Lef, go get him out!"

"Oh!!!"

The mighty Viking man finally waited for the order.

He took off his shield, drew his sword, and roared loudly, immediately protecting the shield in front of him, and smashed the window lattice.

Boom!

A third shot rang out, and with a pop struck the shield, Leif leaping down from the second floor, the scales as if they were stomping heavily on the ground.

"Oh!!!!"

Rows of gunfire came in through the broken windows without warning, accompanied by screams, screams, and pleadings, mostly Spanish voices.

Marat stone sculpture shrunk in the corner, his face was pale and confused.

"Lu ...... Mr. Sebilian ......"

"What's wrong?"

"You just ...... Seems to speak in English......"

Lorraine's eyebrows furrowed imperceptibly.

I was in a hurry just now, so naturally I said the mother tongue that I usually speak the most, but I didn't expect to be heard by Marat, a fool.

What kind of mess is it at a critical time?

He glanced at Marat dissatisfiedly, and Marat couldn't help but shudder at his sight.

"Mr. Major, they were sent by my father to protect me, not to serve the Kingdom of Spain."

"Barto is English, Leif is Norwegian, and in order for them to understand my orders accurately, I can only communicate with them in English."

"It's not comfortable!" Lorraine uses an uncommon accent, "but you need to understand that we can hardly find top Spaniards in this hard-working industry." ”

Marat finally understood.

Whether he really understood it or forced himself to understand, he accepted Lorraine's explanation.

He cautiously lowered his gaze to the broken window lattice: "Mr. Sebilian, your guards seem to have clashed with my guards......"

"That's not Lef." Lorraine shook his head and stood up, "Bato, protect Major Marat, he has a stake in the future of our family. ”

"Yes! Master! ”

After explaining the beginning and the end, Lorraine slowly drew his thin sword and looked at Marat.

"That's not Leff, Mr. Major. I guess someone might be one step ahead of you......"