In the early hours of May 10th, Martinique Le Lorent to Saint-Marie's route, Cape Heringers.

Cape Heringus is a land margin protrusion near the town of St. Mary's, the span is not too large, the extension zone of less than 100 meters is high and steep, it is divided into two in the middle, leaving only a straight passage of more than 20 meters wide, forming the peculiar landform of the inner cliff and the outer screen, and the shape is similar to those majestic passes on the land.

This peculiar route is known as the "Gate of Hell" by the local natives.

Hell is a paraphrase of the Quechua language.

No system of myths and legends lacks the ominous notion of containing despair and leading to death, and since it is used in a solemn name, it is natural that this region has also carried some misfortunes.

This is the pirate's favorite offshore hunting ground, with a long and narrow path that generates a steady stream of strong winds, and the towering walls block the view and make it impossible to spot the ambush outside the gorge.

Therefore, even if it takes half a day to make a detour, ships familiar with local maritime affairs will try to avoid this dangerous area and choose a wider and more comfortable coastal route.

Of course, the noble Siegfried was certainly unfamiliar with the maritime affairs of the area, and he had no reason to take a detour in the face of an obvious shortcut.

The lookout of the lucky horseshoe echoed with a shrill voice.

"Capture the target light ahead, due south, at a distance of 8 km, downwind. The route is confirmed, and the target enters the gates of hell! ”

"As I expected, Mr. Nallo......" Zilnede clutched the handkerchief tightly, "Sail, speed up, catch up!" 8 km is too long and we will miss out on the best attack position! ”

The adjutant stood on the side worriedly and reminded softly: "Sir, I don't doubt the legitimacy of your inspection of suspicious ships, but it is a night voyage at the moment, the light in the canyon is insufficient, and the visibility may be less than 1 kilometer, is it ...... to rush to catch up"

"You're worried about an ambush at the mouth of the gorge, second lieutenant?"

"Sir Mingjian!"

"You're overthinking, second lieutenant." Zilnede sneered and shook his head, "The gates of hell are still in front of us, and the target is always in front of us, even if there are pirates hiding in the gorge, the target will blow them out, and we have enough time to react." ”

"But as you said, the target is suspected of piracy, and it is likely that his accomplices are in ambush at the mouth of the gorge!"

"You need to calm down, my second lieutenant." Zilnede shook his hand impatiently, "First, the target is only suspected of pirates for the time being, and there is no evidence to confirm that they are pirates. ”

"Second, the ambush at the mouth of the gorge is just speculation, and there is no evidence to confirm the existence of the ambush."

"Third, even if both are confirmed, the chances of them being accomplices are still slim to none."

"Use your brain, your assumption is that the other party clearly knows that we are tailing, and then uses himself as bait to lure us into the trap."

"Is this possible? Is it highly likely? ”

"In night flight, lookout is useless, and the naked eye is our most reliable observation tool, which means that it is almost impossible to reach a range of 5 kilometers at night. Considering the light source of the canyon, the visibility may only guarantee a pitiful 1 kilometer. ”

"The distance between us is a full 8 kilometers, they can't see us at all, and we can easily track them by the light of the wind lantern!"

"Will the sneaky put themselves at a disadvantage of the enemy? With only the most basic consideration, you can conclude that they don't know anything about the pursuers behind them, so they have enough leisure to worry about shipwrecks caused by collisions. ”

"The trap is nonsense! They're dead! ”

"Soon we will come up in the midst of their horror, take the ship, board the ship, kill everyone on board, and rob every one of their gold coins, without knowing it, without knowing it......

The adjutant was frightened by Zilned's hideous expression, and his worries had long since disappeared.

He snapped and stood upright, and saluted solemnly: "Sir...... Wise! ”

The Lucky Horseshoe, full of sails, finally followed the Golden Deer into the gates of hell, and Zilnede was isolated in the bow, his mind flying into the battlefield of blood and fire.

He knows.

He had long heard that the nobles who remained in Europe had become corrupt and degenerate, and that they were far from satisfied with the thrill of drunkenness and glamour-hunting.

For the sake of so-called fun, they began to play with life.

The cruel jackal disguises himself as a saint, selects his favorite toys from the crowd, slowly provokes their desires, and picks them up to high places, and when he is tired of playing and has had enough, he destroys the sky-high pavilion with one blow, and enjoys the poignant despair of the toys......

How like......

Siegfried. Nallo is the best of the jackals, while Zilnede ...... Isn't he that stupid and pathetic toy?

Why didn't you notice it earlier?

There will be no cake in the sky, why can't you remember such a simple truth before?

Damn it! Damn it!

The nowhere to be found, the hostile Renault, the renegade Prio, and, finally, the blood-stained silk that decided everything......

Such an ingenious game makes people feel in an urn without realizing it, even if Zilnede thinks about it now, he still feels breathtaking.

He lost convincingly!

But!

Siegfried was not invulnerable.

Whether it was because he was in a guest land or to continue this cruel game, whatever the reason, Siegfried hid his identity.

It's so well hidden, so good that there are very few people in the whole of Leloran who know the truth.

Zilnede was keenly aware of the last chance to counter-attack.

Who in the world does not know that he provoked the greed of the sailors with Siegfried's wealth and gave them a reason to act with his untenable pirate conjectures?

Poverty is the only criterion of goodness, and behind every gold coin is sin!

Destroy, destroy!

Since his life is hopeless, let the once unattainable wealthy son bury him!

The funeral is ready!

Staring at the endless darkness in front of him, Zilnede grinned, revealing a mouth full of white teeth.

"I ...... There's nothing wrong with that, there's nothing wrong with that. From the beginning, it was the world that was wrong. ”

……

At the other end of the channel, Nelson stood silently at the top of the stern deck with his command sword in hand.

In front of him was a funnel-shaped stretch of sea, the wide one that connected to the Atlantic Ocean, and the narrow one that was the outlet of the channel of the Cape Haringers Strait.

The Badger and the Wasp are moored on both sides of the gorge in a relatively stationary parallel attitude, less than 30 meters apart, with all the sails folded and the anchor in the water.

This stance has been maintained for more than four hours so far.

Yesterday night, from the moment Collingwood brought the news of the netting, Nelson had ordered the Badger and the Wasp to move from their hiding points to the battle-ready sea, and hid in such trepidation that it was not until long into the night that the two ships cautiously entered the pre-battle position.

If memory serves, it was about 9 to 10 p.m.

Although Lorraine promised to lure the target into the net before Daystar reached its apex, it was the first time that the two sides had cooperated in a naval battle, and even with his uncle's guarantee and the huge praise he received when he was sitting on the sea school, Nelson was still worried about whether Lorraine would be able to make it as promised.

The uncertainty of the sea is incomparable to the solid land, a wind, a wave, a stubborn rock, a noisy can collapse the voyage, individual heroism is meaningless at sea, only the collective is popular on board, and only the collective can be relied on.

But Lorraine seems to be better at acting alone, with his ship, with his men, without their assistance, in other words, without giving them a chance to get to know each other.

"Ahh Can it get there, when will it arrive, and how will it get there? ”

Nelson gritted his teeth and swallowed all the words he spat out into a majestic muffled grunt, and was just about to remobilize as a matter of routine, when he suddenly heard a strange sound of water in his ears.

He glanced at the first mate, who nodded and said, "It's the sound of breaking waves." ”

"The sound of breaking waves? Will it be the Golden Deer? Lucky Horseshoe or some other cloven-hoofed animal? ”

The sound of breaking waves was getting closer and closer, but the speed of the ship did not diminish for a moment, and in a few moments a huge shadow sailed out of the middle of the Badger and the Wasp, puffed up its sails, and rode away in the wind.

Nelson saw Lorraine by the light of the ship, and in a split second he threw a harpoon, the tip of which was wrapped in strips of cloth, and the long pole of the fork wrapped in silk.

"Is it faith?" Nelson asked, "Bring it to me at once!" ”

The sailors ran to bring Lorraine's letterhead, and Nelson shook it open, only to see a few lines of handwriting printed diagonally on it:

[The horseshoe is mine, don't break it]

Nelson burst out laughing: "Signal the Wasp, lift the anchor, close the net!" ”