0178 Arsonist of the Heart
Before I begin this important battle meeting, I need to correct your distorted position! β
Syllable!
The Badger's war room was overcrowded, with officers of the Navy second lieutenant and above, and seamen and above of the Golden Deer.
Hearing only a snapping sound, Yacharin's big hand slapped heavily on the tactical vertical board, shocking the spirits of all the staff.
"Pickle girl!" Yacharin's voice was high-pitched, "After listening to Mr. Collingwood's briefing, everyone must think that in order to lure our target out of the docks, we are preparing to deceive the heart of a pure maiden and take away her cherished virginity!" β
"This is wrong!"
The audience was in an uproar.
Although the war room hasn't stopped talking to each other since Collingwood gave a brief account of the upcoming mission, it hasn't been as good as it is now.
The officers croaked loudly and talked so loudly that they almost overturned the entire stern.
Bell poked Lorraine's back with a hippie smile: "Old classmate, is it okay to discuss this kind of topic in the fleet war room?" β
"In essence, it's still a matter of luring the enemy, it's just a matter of different forms, what can be the problem?"
"But there are more acceptable, more traditional methods, right? Like Baspante. β
"It took half a day to drive to Baspant, re-probe, determine the battle plan, and the appropriate time to launch the attack was also three days later. What's more, Baspant is so dilapidated that no one can guarantee that a group of looted fishermen can mobilize the defense fleet. β
"What about trade routes?"
"There are few ships on the high-latitude routes, and the low-latitude routes are too busy, so it is difficult to select a fleet of ships with the right weight in a short period of time."
"So you're going to let the whole fleet come to the aid of the scumbag? What if it fails? β
"Six days. Even if Yacharin loses, there will be time to develop a new plan for the attack of Le FranΓ§ois. β
"Assault?" Bell raised an eyebrow in surprise.
"With a strong fleet and a well-equipped military port, when the Golden Deer is unwilling to die, there are more defeats and fewer victories. And even if they win, the possibility of the badger and the Hornets returning to Barbados at the same time tends to be zero, which is the consensus between me and Nelson. β
"The consensus of the practice school and the academy school? The amount of jealousy in this battle is really amazing......"
The action cycle is urgent, and there are no fighters, just like Bell joked, in the hearts of Nelson and Lorraine, Yacharin's pickling move this time is indeed very important.
Therefore, even if it is a big talk, the commanders of the fleet hope that Acharin will arrange a righteous name for this farce, or at least cover up the vileness in it, and leave room for glory in it.
To put it bluntly, it is to give the members involved in the operation a reason to self-hypnotize and tell themselves that this matter will not hurt the innocent too much.
Acharin was in full swing.
"Let's analyze Miss Emily. A famous lady, from the beginning to adulthood, the family has held two banquets for her, the first as an adult, and the second as an adult. β
"Is this what Mademoiselle wants? Naturally, the young lady longs for love, and the world is the same. β
"The question is, what kind of love does she want? Marlowe's Fall, Shakespeare's Taboo, or Rousseau's Romanticism? β
"In any case, she could not imagine a life as plain as water, because every French lady who was valued by the family was cultivated by the famous courtesan, and under their flesh was incorrigible romance, and the romantic gap was filled with the interests of the family."
"Profit and lust are the only two themes in the emotional life of a golden lady."
"Now it's time to turn the conversation back, gentlemen, suitors and beloved, what exactly are we after?"
"The rigid British treat love as a verb, a process, not a fundamental. But for those of us romantic fanatics, love is love! β
"We go all out for every love, water the spirit tree of Eden with emotion and soul, wait for it to bear fruit, and taste the sweetness of the forbidden fruit......"
"Love! This competition for love is in line with everyone's pursuit. You will exercise your devotion to your country, I will fulfill my promise to the faith, Miss Emily will satisfy her vision of beauty, and she will make a name for herself in high society through this great contest, and her worth will be multiplied. β
"Only poor Zilnede is destined for nothing, but he is our prey, gentlemen. The enemy is the enemy, and what does it matter to me whether he is falling into purgatory or hell? β
Silence, shock, sluggishness.
The reserve and conservatism of the British Isles were shattered by the overwhelming French declarations of lust, forgetting to applaud, forgetting to stand up, and even the boos that lasted for half the meeting were completely gone.
Standing alone in front of a group of Li dogs who had lost their ability to speak, Yacharin smiled contemptuously, stepped off the stage and alternated high-fives with Lorraine.
At the moment of passing by, Lorraine whispered: "This is the most perfect nonsense I have ever seen." β
"It's not a lie, Captain. Lies can't move people's hearts, real talents. β
"I'm finally sure you're out of the question......" Lorraine rolled her eyes and lifted the vertical wall paper in front of the stage, "Anyway, under the authority of Admiral Nelson, it is now up to me to announce the order for battle...... Operation codename, Heart Arsonist. β
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In the early morning of May 6, a majestic French destroyer slowly sailed into the harbor of Lelorin in the morning light.
Her hull is fresh and tidy, the sail lines are simple and neat, and the deer-shaped bow painted with gold paint shines in the sunlight, as if dyeing the whole ship with a gorgeous golden light, which is dazzling to watch.
As we all know, a powerful warship like a destroyer is basically insulated from those small and medium-sized chambers of commerce that are general in strength and follow the rules.
Galen's fully loaded sails can only reflect the speed of the ship in the transoceanic trade wind belt, and the strong offensive and defensive capabilities are too much for the serious merchant group.
Only a truly ambitious businessman would have the luxury of such a big ship, and only a guy who stood out among careerists could have the spare time to buy such an industry.
Destroyers are platoons, and a commercial port like Leloland, which is neither dilapidated nor prosperous, can not be seen a few ships a year, and almost every time it appears, it represents the visit of big people.
Where will it be this time?
The pilot's face flushed with excitement, and the dancing flag twisted and distorted with excitement, but the seamen on that ship showed superhuman ability to maneuver the ship, and under the wrong instructions, they found a suitable passage among the ships by visual inspection and fine-tuning, and moored into the predetermined position with precision and grace.
The iron anchor fell into the water, the planks of the ship were lowered, and two French gentlemen, one large and one small, disembarked one after another.
They have similar short flaxen-colored hair, with the larger ones being darker and the smaller ones being lighter.
They wore modest tuxedos, the larger ones trimmed with silver filigree and the smaller ones decorated with bright, fluffy blue feathers on the collar.
They have equally handsome faces with different temperaments, with tougher facial features and more serious expressions on their small faces.
They still exude the same cultivation, as if they have been wrapped in etiquette since they were born, even if the heavens and the earth collapse, they will not be prosperous at all.
From the moment they appeared, the pair had already managed to attract the stunning gaze of half of the pier.
Stepping on the plank road, Yacharin paused his short cane and straightened his top hat: "Little thing, don't blink for the next five days." You know, what I'm about to teach you, our virgin captain may not be able to teach you in the rest of his life. β
"I'm not going to blink." Pierce stood half a step behind, "Sister Henna asked me to convey to you, if I learn badly, she will let the king castrate you." β
"Drink! Huh! β