After getting the answer he wanted, Gordon left, at which point he really realized what Burton had said, it was better to know than not to know.

He looked at his busy sailor and was silent for a long time.

Almost all the people in the camp were busy, they were busy setting up their tents and nailing the fences, and now there were no Spanish camps for them.

Mitch took half of the Jackdaw's sailors out hunting, so it was a little empty for the time being, and there were only two people in the camp who were more leisurely, one was Gordon and the other was Serena, but the latter was also missing at this time.

With nothing to do and boredom, Gordon could only light a cigar himself, then sit down on a rock, draw his cutlass and sharpen it with the stone.

The rum was drunk two days ago, because it was along the river, and there was no shortage of fresh water at all, so only Gordon brought two bottles of rum, no matter how much he saved, he couldn't resist so many days.

Seeing Alan busy with the sailors, Gordon beckoned to him.

"Hey, my first mate, I think I've got to ask you something. ”

Alan looked at Gordon, who was waving, then put down the wood he was holding and walked over, and continued to tell the sailors as he went: "Don't be lazy, keep working!"

He picked up the glass of water in front of Gordon and took a sip, only to find that it was nothing but white water.

"Captain, have you really run out of wine?"

"Of course, in the wilderness, where does the rum come from? Without replenishment, this kind of stuff will soon be depleted. ”

"Well, Captain, what do you want to ask. ”

Gordon rolled up his sleeves and said, gesturing.

"I mean, just if, you have two good friends, one who can help you make your wishes come true, and the other who is your best assistant. Now the friend who can help you make your wish come true has a plan that helps almost everyone, he can make everyone make a lot of money, but the only problem is that it will harm the interests of your other assistant friend, what do you do?"

The story is very vague, which makes it a little difficult for Alan to understand, and it is too abstract.

He plucked out his ears, as if he was pregnant that it wasn't working properly.

"Isn't there a more abbreviated story?"

"To put it simply, for the sake of the importance of the overall situation, you need to hide an important matter from your assistant friend, which is likely to pose a great threat to your assistant friend, what will you do?"

Alan thought for a long time, but didn't come up with an answer, he just told Gordon a story about what he had met many years ago.

"Before I went to sea, there was a very old bartender in the tavern closest to my house, day after day, year after year, and the bartender barely left that position, and almost no one knew how long he had been there. ”

"Is this related to my problem......

"I'm not done yet, Captain!"

"Sorry, please continue. ”

"He was lame, but he was in good spirits, and every day he told many stories to the sailors who were drinking, the voyages, the adventures. Of course, he is also a good listener. He's happy, obviously. He was once a sailor, later served on privateers, and for a long time he was even a pirate, robbing other people's ships, property. Eventually, he settled down in Cayenne and worked as a bartender for more than 20 years, earning a meager salary every day, but never feeling any disappointment in life. ”

"One day I asked him why he could always smile so happily even when he was lame, and he told me this: Because I just do what I think, I have already experienced the world of sailing, and now I just want to be a bartender, man, how can there be so much fear, just follow your own heart. ”

After he finished speaking, a lot of smiles appeared on the corners of his mouth, he didn't know why he wanted to tell his captain such a new, old-fashioned story, but it was indeed a rule that he remembered and always followed.

"Do you follow your heart?" a smile appeared on the corner of Gordon's mouth, "It's really a pirate's situational style......

When the time came in the evening, two soldiers carried a wounded soldier back to the camp.

The wounded soldier had a bloody leg and was only tightened with a strip of cloth to stop the bleeding, and there were doctors in the army who were helping to treat the wound, and they did not know how to bleed like the ignorant shavers, but began to remove the foreign body from the wound and then wash the wound with a high concentration of alcohol.

"What's going on?" Burton asked, looking at the soldier lying on the ground.

"Sir, in the northwest position here, we were confronted by two jaguars, who attacked us and were scared away by the sound of gunfire. ”

This team is a pathfinder team, following Burton's orders to set out for tomorrow's departure route.

"How far is it from our location?"

He asked, he had to make sure it wasn't going to be a problem for his own team or a threat to tonight's camp.

Keep in mind that they are almost out of fuel, and they are vulnerable to attacks by this beast at night when the lighting is poor.

"Not too far, sir, about two kilometres, behind that hillside, we only met as we walked back. ”

At a distance of two kilometers, Burton could see the low hill without even taking out his binoculars, which was a dangerous distance, and without much trouble, they had already entered the jaguar's feeding area.

"Gore, I think we should get rid of this threat. ”

"Leave it to me, Brigadier General!"

Gore nodded, and then prepared to leave with his soldiers, and he had at least twenty soldiers drawn to make sure that the operation was foolproof.

They set out just in time to meet Gordon, who was almost asleep at camp.

"Hey, Gore, where are you going?"

He sat up from the stone and cried out loudly, it was a pain to fall asleep on the stone.

"Let's go hunt the jaguar, sir. ”

One of the soldiers shouted, as if it would bring them glory and courage.

Jaguar!

These three words finally gave Gordon a lot of energy, especially when he thought of the embarrassment of being attacked by a creature like the jaguar, which was silently above his head, or when he turned on his eagle eyes.

"Count me in!" Gordon shouted as he ran over, his life upgrade of course he remembered that thing, and with the fur of a jaguar, he could get a new round of strengthening.