Intensive pre-war preparations began in the afternoon.

After the afternoon tea, Lorraine took Henna in her arms, and Leif and Bartow, who were fully armed and bandaged, visited Major Marat's villa.

Today, Henna is wearing another pure white gown.

The style and mechanism of the dress are similar to those of the black set, except that the conspicuous bow decoration of the previous set has been removed and replaced with soft, decorative translucent tulle.

With just this small change, the dress became a completely different look, and it was worn on henna with a different style, which was in line with the extravagant fashion of the aristocratic ladies who never cut similar dresses.

The villa is heavily guarded.

The catastrophe of life and death a few days ago made the sunny and stupid Marat suspicious. He no longer meets people easily, and he does not accept the villa guards arranged for him by the People's Army and the port authority who are not close associates.

The villa was populated by sailors from the San Carlos, a rough estimate of about 80 people. If you count the number of people who died in the night a few days ago, there are probably less than 20 people left on the San Carlos, which can meet the minimum standards for sailing out of port.

This was an unexpected change for Lorraine.

Thinking about how to deal with the changes, Lorraine walked into the villa under the guidance of an ensign, and met Major Marat, who was hiding in a dimly lit study.

Marat's gloom can swallow up light.

He sat behind the large desk, chin propped up, looked at Lorraine for a long time, then turned his gaze to Henna, Leff, and Bartow.

"Are your guards healed?"

"The Major laughed, how could a man with bruises all over his body heal in a few days?" Lorraine gestured to Barto's plaster cast on his left arm and Lef's bandage, "But we have an agreement, don't we?" As long as the action is okay, I have no reason to break the contract. ”

"That's the only thing I've heard these days that can be called noble." Mara looked a little happier, "But dear Ruhl, why is your cousin here?" ”

"I asked her to come." Lorraine had been prepared for this question, but still pretended to be thoughtful, "Major, after what happened that night, it is human nature that Baron Torlesias will be wary of every stranger's visit. ”

"That's why I need Leonor's help. A beautiful woman with no power to help us make our visit more real, and even a scheming baron would never be able to connect a visitor with his fiancée to an explosion in the barracks. ”

"You're a goddamn conspirator!" Marat was overjoyed to hear this, laughed and opened the drawer of the desk, took out a brown paper bag sealed with lacquer, and handed it to Lorraine, "This is my internal response, a captain and company commander of the People's Army, and the specific identity and joint code are written in the document." All you have to do is hand in the prayer post, show up on time, and he will take you through the rest. ”

"You've already arranged everything?" Lorraine asked, surprised.

"Rest assured, absolutely...... Infallible. ”

Walking out of the villa, Lorraine's mind still echoed Marat's inexplicable closing words.

Absolutely foolproof......

Is the plan foolproof? Foolproof execution? Or is the aftermath foolproof?

If it happens to be the last one......

Lorraine rubbed her eyebrows depressedly: "How can the aristocratic education in Spain raise such a person?" Not only bad, but stupid. ”

Henna leaned over her head curiously, "Who are you talking about?" ”

"Talking about someone who is going to scapegoat. Henna? What do you think he reminded me for? ”

"Don't you know? Not only bad? And stupid. ”

"That's true...... Lorraine laughed helplessly, calling Barto and Leif? The plan has changed, and Barto will help me deliver the prayer post to the barracks? Leif goes to the lakeside pier to find Daniel? Cooperate with him to wait for the opportunity to seize the ship after the thunder. After taking the ship, you can sail directly to the north, and you don't have to wait for us. ”

……

After a lot of hectic work, the hour hand finally pointed to seven o'clock in the evening.

Lorraine opens her eyes to the church bells? See Henna in the shadows of the room? She had changed into her black dress embellished with bows.

This is obviously not because of simple preferences.

Black is the color of the night, and when she walks at night, it helps her hide her breath to the greatest extent. If you meet Blackbeard and his party again tonight, just this little advantage is likely to be the key to the final decision of victory and death.

Lorraine thought the same thing.

The accessory weapon he prepared for himself was the twin knives he was most familiar with? Although you can only bring a right-handed knife in order to match the dress, although the long knife with a wide blade is not decent to match the dress? But the thought of that damn black blade in Blackbeard's hand, all this questions? It's no longer a problem.

And the hunters......

As the most threatening firepower output in Blackbeard's team to Lorraine and others, in the absence of Pierce? Lorraine still couldn't find a good response.

But Henna made sure that her throwing knife pierced the hunter's right shoulder.

Is the right shoulder a key part of the shot against the butt? The importance of the archer is no less than that of the arms of the samurai. And if the hunters don't have the same level of recovery as Lorraine and Leif? In just a few days, Lorraine should no longer have to worry about the deadly gunfire from afar tonight.

"Nothing seems to be missing." Lorraine said to herself, then pushed open the door and strode out.

The barracks of the People's Army were lit with fire.

Standing outside the camp gates, Lorraine heard a commotion coming from within.

The militia seemed to be feasting.

From time to time, drunken figures swayed out of the brick and stone bungalows, leaning against the corners and vomiting loudly, and Lorraine even saw a man dressed as an officer cross the street with a scantily clad woman in his arms, from the large bungalow to the small.

He couldn't help but sigh: "The military discipline of the people's army ...... There seems to be a bit of slack. ”

"In the absence of external threats, the Baron is not very disciplined in military discipline. You know, tax collectors......"

Lorraine's question was answered by Morey, the captain of the 3rd Company of the People's Army, a bald man in his forties, with a long hooked nose and sunken eye sockets, a gloomy expression and a bright voice.

He is naturally what Major Marat calls guilty.

Captain Morey is a well-talked, somewhat broken man, with a strong desire to express himself.

According to his own account, he was placed in the Civilian Army by three former captains of the fleet, the then commander of the fortress, whose main purpose was to put him in charge of the Civilian Army's tax deductions.

Who knew that when he gained a firm foothold in the civilian army, the original commander lost his position as commander of the fortress in the evaluation, and the fleet never presided over the defense of the fortress again, and the captain of the San Carlos changed every three years, and it is now his fifth year of lurking.

However, Marat remained his undisputed direct superior, as he had a formal establishment in Spain's Mediterranean Fleet, and was also a captain, a captain of the Royal Navy under the ground service.

Hearing his answer, Lorraine couldn't help laughing: "Tax collectors have the expertise of tax collectors, and if you want me to see that although the sailors of the fleet are well-trained, they may not be suitable for dealing with merchants. ”

"This is also my biggest feeling in the past few years." Captain Morey sighed, "In my opinion, San Carlos should have a real administrator who integrates the three military forces, instead of intriguing and fighting separately as it is now. ”

"Don't you support tonight's operation?"

"I am a soldier, obedience is my duty, personal will does not matter." The captain glanced at Lorraine disapprehantly, "Come over here." You are my relatives, and you should go to my dormitory before visiting the barracks. ”

"You've thought it through."

The four of them gossiped without being salty, and after a while they came to a small bungalow in the corner of the barracks.

This is the duty dormitory arranged by the People's Army for the company commander, with a war room, a conference room, a living room and a bedroom, and there are adjutant's quarters and a guard barracks large enough to accommodate a squad.

Captain Morey pushed open the door and ushered Lorraine and the others into the living room.

He went to order the adjutant to make tea, and after a while he brought back four guards with loaded guns, and at the sound of the order, the muzzle of the black hole was aimed at the three Lorraine.

"Quiet, sir, quiet. Don't be impulsive with your guards, and trust my kindness. ”

Lorraine sat down on her couch with her eyelids down.

"What does the Captain want me to believe? Goodwill attached to the barrel? ”

"In any case, good intentions are always good intentions. It's better than ordering them to kill you now, and then your guard with a broken arm and your beautiful fiancée. ”

"But this is not the agreement between the Major and me."

"Actually, it's the same." The captain quipped, "Demolition is a soldier's profession. If you think about it a little, you should understand that the Major won't let you be in charge of the big picture. Your role tonight is nothing more than a scapegoat, a shameless man who has been bribed by the British or pirates. ”

"But I passed the interrogation today as your relative. If I were to blame, you wouldn't be able to get out of it. ”

"That's a problem." Captain Morey laughed, "So the soldiers who were interrogated tonight are also my people, and the registration information you filled in ...... Sorry, they've probably been burned to ashes by now. ”

"In terms of formalities, I'm not in the barracks right now, right?"

Lorraine suddenly asked a question that Morey had not expected at all.

It was only through this question that Morey noticed that for a man who was falling into a trap and his head was pointed at by four spears, Lorraine had been acting too calmly.

And he was far more calm, the guard with the broken arm, and the "powerless" Moorish girl in Marasin, there was no panicked expression on his face.

A bad premonition rose in Morey's heart: "What do you mean by this sentence?" ”

"For the Ruhr, of course. Sebilian. Lorraine laughed, "This time I borrowed his name without permission, and it makes sense that I shouldn't have let him be charged with treason without knowing anything." ”

"That visitor record is much more important than you think, and if you don't burn it, I have to burn it too."

Morey's face changed dramatically: "You're not ......"

"I'm not Ruhr. Sebilian, congratulations on you guessed right, unfortunately there are no prizes. ”

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