"The wind is southeast and east, the wind is two knots, and the breeze is breezy!"

"Anchor!"

"Fold the sails, open the sails, and catch the sails!"

"Raise the sails!"

"The Jackdaw is westward! Cruising attitude! ”

At ten o'clock in the morning, the order sounded on Lake Pontchartrain, and the Jackdaw slowly left the waterfront on the waves, and began a new round of cruising in the direction of the battlefield less than a kilometer from the lakeside.

On the seventh day of the alert, Lorraine had given up on aimlessly searching for enemy ships on the vast lake, and instead carried out targeted patrols in line with the actions of the Earlguard, as the Felt Battalion did.

In general, in order to cope with the carriages and bumpy roads, his boat needed to maintain a low speed of 3-5 knots, traveling no more than 8 kilometers per hour on average, and traveling for about two hours to reach the shore of the battlefield lake.

I heard that this is the best solution that takes into account "grace and speed".

Lorraine calculated that as the presiding officer of a war and the sole commander of nearly 8,000 mercenaries, the count spent 4 hours a day to and from the battlefield, and another 2 hours to and from Kent Manor, plus the time spent on official business in the barracks......

In fact, this genius general is busy every day, and he doesn't even spend more than 2 hours on the battlefield.

This may not be enough time for a small-intensity naval battle.

Is the Army so idle?

Or was it this way that the Count told the Baton Rouge Legion that the war was far from over? Do they have a lot of time to justifiably intercept smuggled arms?

Sure enough, the world of politics is too difficult to understand.

Lorraine sat at the bow of the boat, lazily cross-legged, looking at the blue sky, white clouds, and the blue sails on the lake, and sighed faintly.

"Meow?" White Ears rubbed his thighs comfortably.

Lorraine reached out and scooped the little fat cat over, and slapped its bulging belly a few times: "It's so hard to run, say, how much did you eat today?" ”

"Ship...... Captain. Noah stood timidly behind Lorraine and quibbled for his soulmate, "White ears are not used to eating fish in the river, and they have reduced the standard of meals in the past few days. Pierce pureed the fish and mixed it with milk and biscuits, and it barely ate a little, not much. ”

"How much is it?"

"Probably...... 300 grams. ”

"Three hundred grams is a big bowl! Which cat can eat as much as this! ”

Noah pursed her lips and retorted in a low voice: "Other people's cats don't know divination...... White ears are hard. ”

In this world, even Noah will be stubborn.

Lorraine looked up to the sky and sighed depressedly, shook his hand, and threw the fat cat back to its doting owner.

Noah became happy at this time: "Captain, are you irritable?" ”

"Hmm...... The British did not know when they would make a move, and the Earl was idle every day, and the battle had been fought for nearly two months, and our plan had begun for more than ten days...... If this continues, when will I be able to recoup my money? ”

"Count Galvez...... Isn't he ready to end the war? I heard from the sailors that the British had not attacked for a long time, and that the mercenaries had been fighting the Indians for the past few days. ”

"I don't know." Lorraine scratched her hair, "In the last interview, the Count clearly said that he was tired of this war. Karen also said that the mercenaries sent to the front line in the past few days are far greater than the ones that have been worn out and withdrawn, and they should be preparing to enter the final stage of increasing troops. But with only 2 hours a day on the front line, can he really be sure of the battle situation? ”

"It's not his job to analyze the situation. With the Governor's Palace's staff committee stationed on the battlefield, they were in charge of the wit and specific command, and the Count only needed to decide on the strategy. Caterina stepped on the deck and tossed a monocular, "Halfway through the trip, it's still quiet today." ”

"You're just trying to tell me that it's been another day in vain?"

……

Beating marching drums, Robbie and his comrades walked neatly through the dense woods.

He was a sergeant and drummer in the Iron Felt Battalion of the 7th Regiment of the 3rd Division of the Baton Rouge Army, and he was ordered to participate in the training for seven days, and he was already very familiar with the situation in the oak forest beneath his feet.

Where the ground is flat, it can be faster, and where the branches are crossing, it needs to be slower.

The battle posture is the strength of the Felt Battalion, and Lieutenant Colonel Erwin's most common saying on weekdays is that "the speed of the first round of shooting determines the survival probability of the team", and the entire Felt Battalion regards this as a guideline.

They are not self-motivated, they never take risks, but they are also the most obedient and take on the most rigorous training.

That's why there is a well-known iron felt camp.

Their survivability was the strongest in the entire Louisiana Army, and perhaps even the strongest in the entire New French Army.

But today, Robbie's drumbeat is much more chaotic than in the past, and the layman may not be able to hear it, but his comrades-in-arms who get along with him every day and night have long been aware of it.

The second lieutenant, who served as the standard-bearer, raised his hand: "The drum beats stop, rest in place for five minutes!" ”

At the order, the drums stopped, and the gunners in the front row raised their rifles diagonally forward in a uniform motion, pausing to rest on their feet, and then dispersed to find dry tree trunks to rest their tired feet.

The second lieutenant walked up to Robbie with a frown: "Sergeant Senna, why are you absent-minded today?" ”

"I'm sorry sir! Sorry sir! ”

"I don't need to apologize. I just want to know what makes my drummer upset. ”

Robbie's face stiffened, turned the drumstick, and hesitated: "Second Lieutenant, it's been seven days, and the lieutenant colonel has never carried out such a long military order." He said that fatigue is the enemy of survival, and all tactics must take into account the physical fitness of the soldiers. ”

"This is just a training, the enemy is imaginary, maybe the purpose of the lieutenant colonel is to train our physical strength and will."

"The enemy may not be imaginary!" Robbie snapped and pinched the drumsticks, "Yesterday after we were in charge of the fall, I saw the lieutenant colonel and the three majors riding side by side, and they have been discussing what to do after the attack. ”

"How do you know what they're discussing?"

"Lip Talk! Raphna's mother hated me, and every time I had a tryst with her, we spoke lips across the river, which is the secret of love! ”

The second lieutenant looked at his drummer with a smile, and reached out to pat Robbie on the shoulder: "Only familiar with [wait for me in the firewood room] is not proficient in lip language." Sergeant, clean up your mood and concentrate, if you knock like this again, our soldiers will trip over the roots. ”

Robbie was disappointed. He could see that the second lieutenant did not trust him at all.

"Yes......" He stood up and saluted helplessly, and then turned around, and a crisp gunshot rang out from the woods, and a warm splash filled the back of his neck.

He saw a dozen crested and painted Indians poking out from among the dense foliage on the branches of the oak tree.

He heard the lieutenant behind him fall limply and fall to the ground with a muffled thud.

He felt the confusion and horror of his comrades, and he clearly ordered him to shoot immediately, obviously every gun was ready to fire, and it was clear that those guns were in their hands, but no one launched a counterattack against the target that was close at hand.

They need clear orders!

Robbie pinched the drumstick, raised his arm sharply, and slammed it on the blood-spattered skin, and boom!

"Discover the Indians! Enemy attack! Anti-......"

Bang bang bang!

Three gunshots rang out at the same time in all directions, two buckshots hit Robbie, one in the chest and knocked him away, the other in the arm, and the drumstick disengaged.

He felt a sharp pain, and the strength in his body seemed to be sucked away by something, and he could no longer control his body.

He fell on his back beside the lieutenant, twitching, staring straight at the golden canopy.

Raphna, your mother...... She was right.

Good bye......