"Stable...... Stable! Open the oars, don't panic, and hold your respective oars! Hold the oars and you won't capsize......"

The storm was mixed with Barto's shouts, and on the shores of Lake San Carlos, a dinghy struggled to rise and fall in the wind and showers.

They had already completed most of the journey, and as soon as they landed, they would reach the end.

However, the waves of the lake were swept to land by the wind, crashing into the embankment and shattering, creating fine turbulence, retreating and intertwining regardless of depth, weaving a large area of unpredictable shore vortices between advancing and retreating.

The speeding dinghy plunged headlong into it, and was unlucky to be pushed back less than twenty meters offshore, only to be caught by the vortex, and let the furious nature throw them high, smash, high, and fall......

Lorraine stood with her arms folded in the bow of the boat, her feet standing motionless as if they had nails in the wind.

"Barto, get Daniel ashore safely, don't let the boat capsize."

"Yes!"

A sharp wave crashed against the dinghy, and Barto struggled to wipe the water from his face and shouted to Lorraine.

"Captain! I'm going to give up the four oars and lock the oars to the side for stability, while the sailors get into the water and push the boat out of the vortex by manpower! ”

"It's your problem." Lorraine took care of the belt of the saber, "You need to think about it yourself. ”

Barto was shocked: "You are going to ......"

"Waited long enough. I wanted to know the situation in San Carlos earlier, that was our way out. ”

Another big wave crashed up, and Lorraine drew his knife violently, held it with both hands, jumped up, and slashed!

Water and iron exploded like cannons, and the waves shattered.

At the moment of falling into the waves, Lorraine's voice reached the boat: "Lef, let's go." ”

"Great!"

A few minutes later, two large fish leaped out of the water, and their strong arms held the embankment, and with a single lift, lifted Lorraine and Leif to the shore.

The shore of the lake is quiet.

The devastation of war is still clear here, the stone slabs paved with undulating slabs, the exquisite fountains no longer flowing water, the beautiful flower beds that were once full of flowers are densely covered with hideous cracks, and the thick yellow muddy water seeps out of the cracks, impregnating one side and making it dirty.

But from 20 days ago, the change here is stark.

At the top of the two widest plank roads, a wooden towering watchtower facing the lake was built, the fort of the shore defense was opened, and more than a dozen light and heavy guns were added to the lake embankment, only a simple cannon canopy was draped, and a rain cloth was covered to protect it from the rain.

The canopy was crudely made, and through the wide gaps, Lorraine could see the accumulation of projectiles and gunpowder, indicating that the place was in a state of imminent war, dealing with a possible threat from Grenada.

And what pleased Lorraine the most was that he saw the Red Army uniforms standing guard from the rain on the dock.

The Docks are a key bridgehead against Grenada, but they are not important to the town in any way.

The presence of Spencer's soldiers here at least shows that order in the town is still in order, far from the state of affairs that Lorraine fears most.

He let out a sigh of relief, got up and left the hideout, and walked towards the nearest lobster soldier.

The patrol was alert, and although his surveillance direction had him turn his back to Lorraine, and although the wind and rain around him obscured the sparse noise, Lorraine had only taken three steps before he keenly raised his gun and turned around.

"Don't move, sir, tell me who you serve!" He asked loudly, "It's been raining for more than 20 days, and no one will come to this lake for a walk in such a ghost weather!" ”

Lorraine frowned, "If I were you, I would certainly not show such obvious hostility until I was sure that I could control the four weeks." ”

Before he could finish speaking, Leif charged from the other side with a shield in hand.

His big feet stomped on the uneven stone floor, smashing puddles and crushing bluestones, each step heavy and extremely fast.

The sentry hurriedly turned, but before he could pull the trigger, Lef's shield was raised, and with a thud the barrel of the maritime commuter was shattered.

"Nickname, soldier!"

The sentry sat down on the ground, gritting his teeth and saying nothing.

Lorraine strode up to his sheltered cannon canopy and looked at him, "You just asked me who I serve. I am a mercenary hired by the Royal Navy of Great Britain for Operation Lanhai. Drake, my client is Horatio Shaw, the commander-in-chief of Operation Lanhai. Colonel Nelson, got it? ”

The sentry was dumbfounded: "Will ...... Mr. President? ”

……

"The soldier's illness came about 14 days ago, when a soldier passed out while building a watchtower. At that time, we didn't pay much attention to it, after all, such heavy rain was very difficult, we were in the hinterland of the enemy country, in front of us and behind us was a battle that could open at any time, it was normal for a few people to have a mental breakdown, in fact, he was not the first soldier to faint on the job. ”

Port Authority Villa, Nelson's temporary requisitioned residence for himself.

Lorraine walked briskly upstairs accompanied by Spencer, who recounted the ins and outs of the plague along the way.

"We found that he was different from the unconscious soldier in front of him on the third day after the onset of his illness. Normally, a soldier who is under excessive mental stress will show a better feeling within a day or two, but he does not, and he gets sicker and sicker, and soon develops a fever. ”

"On the day of his fever, seven other soldiers fell ill, four in the same barracks as him, two were his personal friends, and the last one was an orderly I sent to take care of him."

"The plague thus spread. The third group had 16 sick people, then 12 people, 9 people, 22 people...... In just 14 days, I have organized 37 funerals, and 91 people in the barracks are bedridden, and 33 have mild coughs and fevers. ”

"The doctor here refuses to serve us, and your ship's doctor is the only doctor we can find at the moment. I've tried to contact you since the day the third group of illnesses appeared, but the wind and waves on the lake are too strong, and we don't have enough soldiers here who are good at boating...... Looks like I need to fill out six more death notices, right? ”

"I'm afraid so." Lorraine and Spencer stopped in front of the bedroom that belonged to Marat, "Your men only found me this morning, and I paddled in the wind and waves for three full hours to come over...... Is the Colonel in there? ”

"It's inside." Spencer nodded, "The orderly is getting the hazmat suit for us......"

"No need, tropical diseases are not virulent infectious diseases, and those who can catch them are stupid, and the one inside is no exception!"

With that, Lorraine pushed open the door with her boots and saw a thin, pale Nelson on the bed.

Not sure if he was woken up by Lorraine or because he hadn't slept in the first place, Nelson quickly opened his eyes and looked at Lorraine with red, bloodshot cloudy eyes.

"You have seen me...... "am I in a bad condition?" he said. ”

"It's bad, if you don't treat it, you'll probably die here." Lorraine said truthfully.

"Looks like you're not happy about my illness...... Nelson smiled wryly, "too, tropical disease, which is dealt with in every rainforest-related playbook. I should have been prepared to not even allow the disease to spread in the first place. ”

"But it did spread." Lorraine recalled, "The major said that the plague had killed 37 people, infected 91 people, had 33 signs, and six people had disappeared on the lake to find me. Your troops have lost the ability to attack, what are you going to do next? ”

"What to do? God doesn't seem to want to see me get real merit......" Nelson laughed miserably, "I felt my weakness, my hands and feet cold, and my lower abdomen cramping. I couldn't sleep, and when I did, I saw countless ghosts hovering around me, tearing at my flesh, but no one would tell me why God hated me. Drake, you know what? ”

Lorraine's face was full of strangeness: "Colonel, are you going to let a heretic judge your faith?" ”

"Do I have one?" Nelson was stunned for a moment, as if recalling his previous words, "Looks like I'm really confused." Drake ......"

Before he could finish his sentence, Spencer, wrapped in a hazmat suit and looking a little like an astronaut, walked in.

"Drake, your ship's doctor and sailor have arrived. We'd better let the doctor see the doctor first, and the rest of the chatter until the colonel is out of danger. ”