"When Pharaoh saw the Israelites gone, he began to regret it and sent his army to chase after him."

"And when there was no way out and there was a pursuer, God divided the waters of the Red Sea, and let the Israelites cross safely, and made the waters of the sea together, and the Egyptians were killed."

"Because of this great miracle the whole nation of Israel feared and obeyed the true God, and Moses sang praises of the greatness of God, and his sister Miriam led all the women to make peace."

The night is as cool as water.

Boston's higher latitude is different from the four warm seasons of the Caribbean, and the November weather here is cold, and even the sea breeze quietly clenches the knife in his hand.

Lorraine was softly reciting the abrupt Latin verse outside the water barn, and Henna, beside him, listened and tilted her head strangely.

"What strange psalm is it? Like the Whaler's Song you've sung before? ”

"Probably not quite the same." Lorraine scratched her nose, "The whaler's song is just a small fishing village's sacrifice to the ancestors, but this is the famous book of Exodus, the account of Moses, the holy man of the Lord, leading the Jews out of Egypt to the Promised Land. ”

"Exodus from Egypt?" The Egyptians did not understand, "Egypt is comfortable, why should they flee from Egypt?" ”

"Uh...... Because you can't bear slavery? ”

"Was there a time when Egypt enslaved anyone?" Henna's eyes widened in surprise, "I've heard that it has been a Macedonian territory since 2,000 years ago. ”

"After all, it's a long history." Lorraine snorted boredly, "As long as you put your own beginnings and ancient Egypt together, the belief in God will naturally be long, and no one will find out anyway." ”

Henna suddenly realized, and then a new curiosity appeared.

But should the story of Jehovah's miracles be recorded in the Bible? Why are you so familiar? ”

"I'm going to ask some old man in red at Westminster Abbey, so many people want to be his son, he doesn't want to, and he has to tell me some bedside story......"

"Some old man in red?"

"The old man of England." Lorraine chuckled and swept over the neatly lined gunmen and seamen in front of him, "Speaking of which, that Avenger just lacks the old man's stubbornness and tenacity. ”

"The one at the Southern Chapel?"

"Who else? He claimed to be the saint of that God, and said that Boston was the colored Jerusalem. Isn't he already in the land of Canaan? If you go out, it seems that there is only heaven or hell left, right? ”

……

Back Bay, on the sea, a medium-sized single-length Bermuda galleon rises and falls with the night waves.

Medium is a ship that is much larger than a common Bermuda like the Azure Drop, with a head and tail length of more than 20 meters, and can fit large net traps, or a total of six six-pounder guns on both sides.

In the past two years, ocean-going fishing vessels and military communication ships have favored this type of ship, which is not as fast as a small Bermuda, but it is not too slow, and the speed loss of two to three knots is exchanged for a huge cabin and not a bad fighting ability, which seems to be at ease for both civilian and military use.

At the moment, this ship is the communication ship HMS Mackerel, which has been newly enlisted in the second formation for less than half a year.

As one of the 2nd Formation's maritime support vessels promised to the Army, she carried out an ocean-going fishing vessel-style conversion, removing the guns and replacing them with two four-pound deterrent stubs and large net spreaders.

It was she who secretly transported Sieg from New York to Front Bay a few weeks ago, and then hid it on Cape Cod on standby, until the infiltration of the Haight Shipyard Water Tank was reactivated, and Harry was awakened to become a vehicle for Task Force Eight.

In the cabin, a dozen sailors rushed up and down, bringing out pieces of brown paper, sealed and glued explosive packets, and neatly piling them up in front of the task force led by Ryan.

The captain of the mackerel was whispering to Lane what to do.

"This explosive bag and the short harpoons you have on you are the weapons of the outlaws of the Water Ghost Brigade. Harpoons are used for self-defense, and each person only has three spare arrows, and more is useless. The kits were meant to blow up ships or cause riots, much like what you're going to do today. ”

He held up a bag of explosives with one hand.

"Pay attention to its rubber surface, the fuse is hidden in the groove below, and when it is buckled out, the hardened glue will break, which will seep water, and when you swim to the shore, the fuse will not be lit."

"The correct way is to pick up the rope again when you get to the shore, tear off the rubber sheet wrapped in the fuse, and then tear off the kraft paper inside......"

"Where do I find fire?" Ryan plucked his ears and looked ruffian, "Since you have thought about it so well, there should be a waterproof flame, right?" ”

"How could there be such a thing......"

"Ah, that's going to be hard...... There is no explosives and no fire heads, do you want me to temporarily collect materials and drill wood to make fire? ”

"Night Raid! How could it be impossible to find ......"

"Ryan!" Harry strode over from the stern facing the shore, "News from the shore has arrived, Edward. Kenway had already left the silo with most of the crew, one hundred and sixty or seventy, and no more than twenty would remain in the bunker. ”

Ryan suddenly became serious like a change of face: "How long have you been gone?" ”

"Leave the shipyard twenty minutes ago, you should be almost in the South by now."

"Mr. Smuggler looks like he's in a rage...... "Ryan laughed, "gentlemen, put the finishing touches on the paint, and bring three medicine packets each." Let's go ashore and set off fireworks! ”

Half an hour later......

A pitch-black ghost silently stepped on the small rocky beach by the water tank, followed by the second, then the third......

Ryan raised his hand and shook it, and all the task force members took off their wet rubber suits, revealing their shiny black upper bodies, as well as the medicine bags and harpoons on their backs.

"Outflanking as planned. I led one group through the water gate, and Toby and Curlow led the other two groups to climb in through the windshields on either side. Don't make noise, shoot and kill! ”

"Yes!"

"......Shh Hopefully this kit is as waterproof as the nerdy captain said......"

Pinching the grip of the harpoon, Ryan took a deep breath and sank into the water.

A moment later, he and the Watergate team sneaked into the dock of the water tank without hindrance, hid in the sound of the rushing water, surfaced, set up the plank road, and went ashore with their arms.

The marina is quiet.

The berth was empty, and there were no sentinels on the boardwalk, only seven or eight torches stuck diagonally into the wall, unwilling to be lonely and beep.

This was not expected by Ryan.

More than ninety percent of the people were taken away, and the rest of the people couldn't guard against the huge water tank at all, not to mention, the people here had already been carried away by the anger, and they didn't expect that they would be attacked at all.

"Captain...... It would be nice if it were really a woman. Ryan sighed with inexplicable emotion, shook his harpoon and ordered softly, "Shake the water off your body, remove the rubber from the fuse, and then go to the two of you to pick up those torches, and light your hands and feet." ”

The team members quickly dispersed.

Ryan tore the rubber from the fuse and slowly leaned to the inner door of the dock to listen.

At the other end of the door was the main depot of the water storehouse, where the ordnance for the Saints would normally be there, and it should have been wrapped in oilcloth, lying in a wooden box stuffed with hay, and stacked neatly.

I heard that the last time the cabin was detonated, many intact guns were eventually salvaged, which made Ryan regret it for a long time.

This time it will certainly not be repeated.

The bunker didn't have as many solid partitions as the ship's hold, and although there weren't as many explosives as there were in the ship's hold, since there was no need to waste a single piece of gunpowder to break through the bulkhead, a few hundred kilograms of explosion would be enough to blow every remaining gun in two.

The soldiers of the Saints were all fanatical Puritans, and after these two heavenly punishments, they must have understood that God did not want them to be in the army, right?

Be sure to use explosives...... If you think about it this way, the captain is really bad.

It's so appetizing.

In his thoughts, Ryan touched the familiar and dry fuse three times in a row, and the sound of a corpse falling from a height happened to be heard on the other side of the door.

Toby and Cullow seem to have succeeded......

Ryan took a deep breath and rechecked the harpoon, his free hand taking a blazing torch from his hand.

"Job, gentlemen."

The door was pushed open by Ryan, and the intense light slammed into his eyes, and the sudden shiver made Ryan take a half step back and hide behind the warrior.

He saw it clearly......

Opposite him, the gate of the main warehouse and the hanging porches to the left and right were full of people, hundreds of them, each holding a beautiful new cluster of French Charville, and the muzzles of the black holes were all pointed in his direction.

Torches, spears, and wind chimes all make up the picture of the main warehouse, except for the mountain of munitions boxes that he imagined.

Wait a minute...... Wind chimes?

Ryan's pupils contracted suddenly, and he could see the pure black wind chimes hanging in the hanging corridor at once.

More than 20 long ropes hung from the necks of more than 20 task forces, who were neatly hung in the main warehouse, with their eyes wide open and their necks torn long.

Only one rope was burned, and a corpse was smashed to the ground, it was none other than Toby, Ryan's long-trusted deputy.

"Edward. Kenway ......"

The crowd on the opposite side let out a joking exclamation, the sound was like a broken gong, and the children's voices that had not faded could be distinguished.

"I'm guessing you're curious where those guns went." Pierce hid behind the layers of crowds, sneaking out of his figure, "Actually, they're in the Southside, busy strangling a bunch of blasphemous slaves. ”

Ryan gritted his teeth and creaked: "Looks like it's a trap......"

"As you can see, it's exactly right."

"Edward. What about Kenway? I'd heard him up close, and I could be sure that he wasn't a little bastard with no hair at all! ”

"You say the captain is ......," Pierce grinned, "as the main provider of information, the captain is taking part in the encirclement with a company of Saints soldiers, and as a sign of solemnity, most of the seamen you know are also with him. Isn't this answer a surprise? ”

"It's really thorough!"

"Thank you for the compliment, but there is no return for it." Pierce patted the back of the sailor in front of him, "All of them, ready to ......"

"Dynamite! Volt low! ”

Rumble!

Ryan threw out a bag of explosives, rolled over, and flew to the center of the unmanned main warehouse, and exploded!

The loud thud disrupted the rhythm of the encirclement like a starting gun, and the sound of Charville's gunfire and the soft sound of the harpoon breaking the wind was accompanied by screams, muffled grunts, and heart-pounding helpless pleas.

Just two or three minutes later, the counter-shot was in full swing.

Thirty brave sailors marched out of the column with dragoons and drove away the smoke and rushed into the docks.

They did not encounter any counterattack.

The heavy inner door was covered with holes, and the doorline was full of corpses.

Blood flowed everywhere, and the frightened faces painted with oil paint were lit up in the firelight, turning this narrow passage into a seam between earth and hell.

Karen and Acharin led the dragoons who had not fired a shot to find the nervous Pierce.

Acharin smiled and said, "Respectfully to your Excellency Commander, the results of the ambush have been counted. ”

"How...... What do you think? ”

"Twenty people infiltrated first, and all of them were destroyed. The last fourteen ...... Only thirteen bodies were found. ”

Pierce was incredulous: "Ran one? ”

"I guess I was scared away by our wise commander, who knows?"

Karen pushed Yacharin away, condescendingly and solemnly.

"Do you know what your problem is?"

Pierce shook his head in frustration.

"In the first half, I and the French were in control, you had no problem with your command, and in the second half, ...... I remembered what the captain had said to me before. ”

"Brother...... What did you say? ”

"Villains often die of talking."