By the time Jarvis and the others reached the dock, the little sailboat had already left the dock and had run more than twenty meters. Jarvis and they don't know how to climb the water, so naturally it is impossible for them to roar, take off into the air, step on the right foot with their left foot, and fly to the boat with their right foot and their right foot on their left foot. But they all jumped into the sea without hesitation, like a pack of penguins plopping into the sea.

However, their movements in the sea are far less agile than those of penguins, but as clumsy as when they are on the shore. Captain Jarvis, in particular, was so heavy that he had to use more of his strength to keep himself floating, rather than moving forward.

But the others weren't much better, and even if they swam a little faster, they couldn't compare to the boats, even the ones that were sail-powered. Seeing that the ships were getting farther and farther away, the distance between them went from more than twenty meters to more than thirty meters, and then to more than forty meters. No matter how much they shouted and fluttered, the boat was getting farther and farther away.

Eventually, cries for help and pleading began to turn into curses. What king is a madman, what crown prince will have his head cut off, they are all scolded. These statements are clearly contrary to the laws of the United Kingdom. But the British gendarmes on that boat trampled on their duty and did not bring the boat back to arrest them.

At this time, on the side of the defense line, more and more "security forces" found themselves abandoned, and they let out a cry of impeachment, like a landslide. These "vigilantes" rushed towards the port, and the dust raised by them as they ran could be seen from afar.

Such a movement will naturally attract the attention of the Independence Army and the French over there, and Captain Jarvis estimates that it will not be long before the French artillery will fire at this place.

Now the boat had left them more than a hundred meters, but the boat suddenly slowed down, and finally even slowly turned around and began to approach them!

"Thank God! They finally saw us! I love the United Kingdom! Someone shouted happily.

"I knew that the United Kingdom would not abandon a lackey who was loyal to her." The other shouted with joy as well. Because he was so happy, he accidentally choked on his saliva, coughed violently, and almost sank.

But the boat, though it came toward them, did not stop beside them, but passed them and went over to the wharf, where a rhubarb sat on the pier, wagging its tail and barking. Indeed, the United Kingdom will never abandon any of their dogs.

The boat slowed down and approached the trestle, where a gangplank was lowered and erected. The people on the boat were shouting the dog's name, "Spike, Spike, where have you been?" Hurry up, hurry up! ”

Spike stood up, wagged his tail, and ran towards the springboard, but just as his front foot stepped on the springboard, he suddenly hesitated, then turned his head and looked behind him, where a gray-blue cat was slowly walking across the pier.

"Woohoo!" Spike yells, turns around, and rushes towards the cat.

"Spike, you stupid dog! Come back! Come back! A British gendarme shouted as he rushed down from the boat.

"Spike is such a good dog!" Jarvis thought as he swam back. He'd have to get on board before the British gendarmes haul that stupid dog—ah, no, good dog—back, or else the British wouldn't have to wait for them.

Just now, because of the drag of the belt, Jarvis was almost the slowest swimmer. But as the saying goes, he is now the closest to the docks.

Jarvis threw away the two large revolvers that hung from his belt—which were useless now—and swam back desperately. As he swam, he prayed that the dog would give them a little more time.

The dog was very helpful, or perhaps the cat was very helpful, so it wasn't until Jarvis swam back to shore, climbed up, and ran to the edge of the gangplank, that the dog, and the British gendarmerie, hadn't returned.

But Jarvis was stopped by several gendarmes.

"What the hell are you doing!" The gendarmes said.

"Sir, the Governor said we could get on board." Jarvis said.

One of the leading gendarmes frowned and said, "This is not the ship you are going to get on. Your ship will not come for a while. ”

Jarvis glanced out to sea, where there were no ships coming this way, and on the land side, the noise was getting closer—the rest of the defenders had collapsed. Also, in the sky over there, a hot air balloon has been raised - the attack of the Irish Independence Army, and the shelling of the French is about to begin!

"Please, sir! Look now, where are you waiting for a boat? Jarvis said, carefully shielding himself from the view of others, reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out a bag (which Captain Jarvis had used as a precautionary measure, containing several gold coins) and shoved it into the gendarme leading the group. The captain of the gendarmerie who led the team checked the small bag with his hand, looked at a few gendarmes next to him, and then put the bag away, and said, "Forget it, I see that there is still some space on the deck, so I will let you come up!" There is only a place on the deck, and you can find a place to stay on the deck yourself. ”

"Thank you, sir, thank you." Jarvis said as he stepped onto deck. After him, several other "hardcore lovers" also got on board after paying the money to buy the road.

The ship is not large, it is an old-fashioned brig, and in the old days there would have been several iron cannons on the deck of this ship. But now, this type of iron cannon is just as outdated as this ship. However, although the ship is no longer suitable for running the ocean, it is still possible to run along the coast, and the iron cannons are completely useless. So, the ship is still in service, but the cannon is no longer there.

The ship was not big, so even the deck was quite crowded with so many people. But for Jarvis, as long as they can get on the boat, nothing else is intolerable. Anyway, as long as you get to Britain, everything will be fine.

At this time, the sound of a train running was heard in the sky. Everyone's faces changed - it was the sound of the shells of the French 280mm guns flying across the sky. This kind of cannonball is so powerful that the brig that Jarvis is on now, not to mention being directly hit by such a cannonball, even if the cannonball explodes relatively closely, it can easily kill the ship.

The whistling sound became louder and louder, and then the shells hit the office building of the Port Authority about 300 meters away, and then exploded violently, and the walls of the three-story office building of the Port Authority were like leaves in a strong wind, and they were swept up by the air flow of the explosion, flying high. Some of the small gravel even fell onto the boat.

However, the landing of the shells gave everyone a sense of security - the rate of fire of this gun was very low, and it usually took at least four or five minutes to complete a shot. So at least for a few minutes, everybody was safe.

But then two smaller shells fell, fortunately both at a distance from them.

In fact, just from the artillery consideration, the so-called last line of defense is obviously deceitful, with the continuous abandonment of positions, the French artillery is getting closer and closer to the port, at first only 280 guns can get the port, and later 203 guns can also hit the port, if you give up another line of defense, retreat to the so-called last line of defense, 100 guns can shell the port.

"Why haven't you come back yet!" The captain of the gendarmerie was a little anxious. He kept looking at his pocket watch, and almost gave the order to let the ship go.

"Why hasn't that stupid dog come back yet? Damn it, leave that stupid dog alone! If you don't leave, you'll be shelled! Jarvis thought to himself. Just now, he called the dog "good dog", hoping that it would run away, but in the blink of an eye, the dog became a stupid dog. In fact, the dog itself has not changed, only his position has changed.

It's like in the next generation, when some people's butts sit on the seat of the car, they will feel that those guys who ride battery cars are running around, which is really low-quality; And when their butts are put on the seat of the battery car, they will feel that those car zebra crossings do not slow down, and they are really unqualified. Rather than being seen, the butt determines the head, which is really eternal human nature.

Just when the captain of the gendarmerie could not resist giving the order to set sail at once, he saw the gendarme from a distance, carrying the stupid dog and running over, waving and shouting at them as he ran.

By the time the man got on the boat, he could already see more people running towards him, waving and shouting as they ran.

These are the soldiers and low-ranking officers of the "security forces" who have found something wrong. But they were still far away, and the gendarmes' boats had already left the docks, hung their sails, and headed out to sea.

Jarvis stood on the deck and looked out at the pier more than a hundred meters away, and a large number of soldiers of the "security army" ran to the pier in a hurry, shouting at the boat, because more people crowded over, and those people could not stand on their feet, so they fell into the sea in rows and rows, like the ghosts jumping from Charon's ship into hell.

Jarvis let out a sigh of relief, deeply glad that he had been lucky. He looked at the unfortunate ghosts who were struggling in the sea, and looked forward to the better days ahead with happiness. He didn't notice that the captain of the British gendarmerie was peeking at them in the shadow of the sails and biting his ears with a group of gendarmes.