Out of Bert's cabin, Wickham went out on deck, ready to take a walk and relax. A long sea voyage is very boring, especially in this era when there are not too many entertainment items, in this world of sea and sky, it is even more boring.

Although the officers on board often gathered to play cards, Wickham had no interest in these gambling entertainments. Especially if the predecessor of this body lost all his fortune at the table, Wickham would not be involved.

"My God, it's really you, Lieutenant Wickham."

Wickham turned around a little strangely to find a tall soldier with a pale face, supported by Ruhr, looking at him with a grateful face. The tall soldier was none other than Smith, who had treated his wounds a few days earlier.

"Smith, how does it feel, the wound isn't inflamed, is it?" Wickham was amazed at the tall soldier's resilience. The guy who was struggling on the death line a few days ago can now come out of the deck to breathe with the help of others.

Before Smith could speak, Ruhl preemptively said, "Sir, thanks to the method you told me!" The night he finished treating his wounds, Smith began to develop a fever and his forehead burned terribly. Luckily, I've been wiping Smith with the rum everyone saved. It was after most of the night that Smith was out of danger. ”

A smile tugged at Smith's sickly face, and he said gratefully to Wickham, "Yes, if it weren't for you, sir, I would have gone to heaven a long time ago." I can't repay you for your kindness to me, even if I do anything. ”

Wickham blushed rarely, as a bachelor's degree graduate majoring in international trade, his understanding of medicine was limited to some common sense of daily life. This time, Wickham saved Smith's life, and it was he who happened to remember the plot in the TV series, combined with some common sense of hygiene. Unexpectedly, those methods actually worked well, pulling Smith back from the death line.

Wickham waved his hand and said to Smith, "Okay Smith, I didn't actually do anything. As long as the wound does not become infected, the risk of trauma is not so great. ”

Wickham saw that Smith's face was a little pale, and knew that he was weak due to excessive blood loss, so he continued: "Later, I will ask the cook on the ship to bring you my share of fresh mutton rations, your body is too weak, and you need to make up for it." "On the sail warships of this period, some chickens, sheep and other animals were generally raised in the cabin to provide fresh meat for the officers on the warship, of course, ordinary soldiers generally did not enjoy this treatment.

After listening to Wickham's words, Smith became a little at a loss, and hurriedly excused himself: "How can this be done, sir." Those were supplies for officers, and I didn't have that qualification. The idea of hierarchy was ingrained in Smith's mind, and he was very uneasy about Wickham's perverse approach.

Wickham smiled encouragingly and said softly, "Smith, we are all equal before God, not to mention the injuries you suffered for the sake of the United Kingdom of Britain, which you deserve." ”

The Marine Corps soldier who was maintaining his weapons next to him had been listening to the conversation between the three of them with his ears crossed. So when Wickham said this, the eyes of those soldiers looking at him became different from before. If they had previously obeyed Wickham only because of their position, now they genuinely respected the young chief.

Because their company commander, Lieutenant Wickham, not only has good medical skills, but also cares about them, soldiers of low social status, and now even gives up his fresh meat ration to the injured Smith! How can such a chief not make them feel admiration.

Unintentionally, the reason why Wickham treated Smith like that was entirely because of the education he received in his previous life, so that he would not feel that those low-level soldiers were inferior. If Wickham had to make a high-minded gesture, he would have felt very uncomfortable. Unexpectedly, this approach helped him win the universal love of the soldiers in this unit.

Smith looked at Lin Zihan excitedly, his lips trembled slightly, and he didn't know what to say. Wickham nodded to Smith and Ruhr and headed towards the stern. Because he had already seen the captain of the ship, Major William, who had been busy for the past few days, and several naval officers were also surrounding there, not knowing what they were talking about.

"Major William, what's going on?" Wickham walked over and greeted Blair William, who had gotten along well these days, and had become more casual in his name.

When Blair William saw Wickham coming, he smiled and said, "It turns out that our handsome and charming George Wickham is here, and if the ladies of London know that there is a scar on your fair little face, I don't know how sad it would be." ”

The battle left a scar in Wickham's face as flying sawdust should have been opened. However, Wickham did not pay much attention to this, for men, handsome appearance is far less important than ability and status, and this theorem has been proven by countless examples in later generations.

Wickham squinted his eyes and said indifferently, "Come on, Major William, if you pay ten thousand pounds, I don't mind giving you this handsome face." ”

Major William shrugged helplessly and said, "Ten thousand pounds!" I said George, how dare you make a bid, you think everyone is as rich as you? I bet you're the richest man in our boat. At that time, Wickham made a lot of money on the Gold Coast, but it didn't make him envious, jealous and hateful, only sighed that Wickham's kid had shit luck.

Knowing that Major William was just joking, Wickham smiled nonchalantly and asked, "By the way, what are you guys doing here?" "There was a man with curly brown hair tied to the ship's back mast, and Wickham thought that another unsightly sailor had fallen into the hands of Major William.

Major William saw that Wickham was puzzled, so he explained: "We are interrogating the prisoners of war, and the man who is tied to the back mast is the captain of the French ** ship 'Yingweihua' de Rochefort. This guy was a goddamn slippery head, and if one of the captives hadn't come out and identify him, I'd have thought the captain of the Warbler would have died in the chaos. ”

Wickham found that the French captain was dressed in very ordinary clothes, and from a distance, the officers on the "Jackal" would really think that he was an insignificant little man.

"Major William, is this guy the captain of the Warbler? Make no mistake, right? Faced with such a man in his thirties and a sloppy face, Wickham really couldn't associate him with the elegant knight of the sea.

"George, don't let this guy's appearance fool you. When this guy surrendered, he deliberately changed into a ragged suit in order to get by. If you pay attention to his name, you will see that this guy is a damn French aristocrat! Yes, the contrived and arrogant French aristocracy! ”

It's a bad deal between Britain and France, and until now, King George III has the title of King of France, all of which was caused by the damned Hundred Years' War. In particular, the well-dressed French aristocracy and pursuit of fashion are a group of hypocritical and idle parasites in the eyes of the British. So don't expect Major Blair Wilhelm to have any good attitude when it comes to the French aristocracy.

Wickham's curiosity was aroused, and he couldn't help but look at the Frenchman a few more times, only to find that the temperament of this Captain Drochefort was indeed different from ordinary people, presumably the trembling and obscene temperament just now was just pretended by this guy.

Now that he was recognized, Drochefort was also very single, puffed up his chest and raised his head proudly, and then said in French: "You are right, I am the Viscount de Rochefort of France." Although I was defeated and captured, I hope that I will be treated as a nobleman deserves. ”

Thanks to the elite education of Britain in this era, Wickham had no trouble understanding the guy's French with a slight Marseille accent. It's just that this guy doesn't have the consciousness he should have as a captive at all, and the treatment that nobles should have? Do you still need a private room and red wine to serve?

Blair William laughed as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, "Monsieur de Rochefort, forgive me for not calling you the title of viscount, nor treating you with the courtesy of a nobleman. As far as I know, your king, Louis XVI, has been imprisoned and stripped of his throne by the men in Paris. Do you think a country without a king will still have a nobility? ”

Drochefort's cheeks flushed, and he cried out hysterically: "Just those lowly trousers? His Majesty Louis XVI's catastrophe was only temporary, the Duke of Orleans had already gathered an army in the Netherlands, and those damned untouchables would soon be driven out of Paris by the army loyal to the crown! ”

Wickham couldn't help but move his body out to avoid being splashed in the face by the saliva of this excited French nobleman, who didn't expect this guy to be a stubborn French royalist. It's a pity that the Duke of Orleans in his mouth is just a mud that can't hold up the wall, and if he wants to defeat the revolutionary party in Paris, I am afraid it will be more difficult than Poland to restore the country.

Major Wilhelm also did not want to discuss anything with people who had lost his mind, he only cared about why the warships of the French Navy and why they appeared on the west coast of Africa. "Alright, Monsieur de Rochefort, now I have some questions that you need to answer, and I hope you will cooperate. First of all, why are your warships here, and why are you plundering the merchant ships of the United Kingdom of Britain? I don't think it's appropriate for me to do such a thing as an honorable soldier. ”

The French are one of the best-faced peoples, and how could he not hear the sarcasm of Blair William's words? I saw that he looked embarrassed and became embarrassed: "What's this...... Mr. Captain, you also know that after the outbreak of the Revolution, the Royal French Navy stationed in Brittany had lost its bases on land. I didn't want to compromise with the mob who wanted nothing more than to fish in troubled waters, so I commanded the "Warbler" to sail out of the military port and return when the situation became clear. It's just that, as you know, the situation in France has become more and more turbulent in recent years, and we can't go back to France. But we also have to survive, so we have to ...... Well, what is the importance of my honor as a nobleman compared to the lives of my soldiers? ”

Wickham and Major William rolled their eyes in unison, this Frenchman was really shameless, and in the blink of an eye he could find such a high-sounding reason. However, the trace of cunning under Derochefort's eyes did not escape the eyes of Wickham, this guy definitely did not tell the truth!

His plausible argument must have been just a façade, and there must be something hidden about why this guy left France on a warship and why he appeared on the west coast of Africa. However, Wickham did not want to break it, and whatever the French captain's ulterior motives were, it had nothing to do with him. He was just a low-ranking Marine officer, and this kind of thing should be left to Lord Magalny.

Major William did not doubt this statement, but said, "All right, Mr. Drochefort. Either way, you and the Warbler have become captives of our United Kingdom of Britain, and I hope you will be honest, or I won't mind giving the shark babies who are following the fleet a fresh and tasty meal." ”