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Whether the commander wants to admit it or not, the artillery technology that has always been China's leader in the world has now been learned by the Fanren. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info is not optical, and people have carried forward the technology. As the Fanren drove the ship away, the Fanren also fired. Fanren's shells roared into the sky and smashed on the fort, which was in disrepair and dilapidated, and could not withstand Fanren's shells. What's even more frightening is that Fanren's cannonball is completely different from the solid iron egg of China, but a kind of cannonball that blooms in the middle. Once the shell cracks, the iron filings hidden in the shell will fly up and shoot into the soldier's body. For a while, there were heavy casualties on the fort, and the commander himself was also hit in the face and was cut through a hole. Speaking of this, Tong Dao looked up at Mei Yi's face, and continued to speak intermittently. Fortunately, the Fanren only responded to the foaming on the shore and did not expand the war. After three or five shells fell on the left and right of the battery, the Fanmen stopped shelling. The commander of the army bravely treated the wounded and strengthened the fort, and then received a document from the fan, demanding the immediate release of Thomas and others. The commander knew that there was no way to delay, so he had to explain the truth. The Fan people did not dwell on it, but since then they have aimed their guns in the direction of the fort every day, and sometimes deliberately shot the fort at the sea not far from the fort. It's obviously a provocation, and it's simply unreasonable. Mei Yi was very disgusted by the tone of the commander, and he asked the commander Thomas and the others about the whereabouts. Tong brought back and said that everything was fine, which made Mei Yi feel at ease. At this time, I don't know the attitude of the bachelors in the capital, and I don't know the attitude of the imperial court. He instructed the commander to bring money to compensate Thomas in Mei Yi's personal name, and send Thomas and the others back to the Fanren ship. Mei Yi asked for the commander, not to insult the court on this trip, and to handle it properly and reasonably. The commander didn't seem to understand, and Mei Yi sent him out.

Back in the inner house, Mei Yi planned to dance the sword in the open space in the back garden for a while, which was counted as recuperating his mind. Probably having returned from the capital without rest, and arriving at a little dancing, he sat down in the pavilion and swept his gaze to the letter on the stone table. There is no head and tail title, and it is not an official letterhead. I greeted my subordinates, and learned that someone sent it when he was talking to the commander, and the person who came instructed the subordinates not to submit it to the door, but to send it directly to the garden. Does this person know that Mei Yi will go to the back garden to dance the sword? Mei Yi couldn't help but look up and look around the garden, but of course there was no trace. Since it was given to herself, Mei Yi didn't think about it anymore, and opened it to read it carefully. There were not many words in the letter, and Mei Yi, who didn't take much time to read it, gasped, who did this letter come from, and why did Mei Yi do everything possible to provoke the battle in Haijiang? If it's a bachelor from the capital, why would they do it?

When Mei Yi was puzzled when he received the strange letter, Curris was also worried. So far, the representatives of the various territorial states have fully expressed their opinions, expressing their agreement with Curis's opinion: to immediately end political relations with Brees, and to form an independent republic. But the question then arises, is it centralized or decentralized? Support and opposition to either system are almost evenly matched. This issue alone was discussed by the participants for several days. Curris was impatient, and he wanted to get out of the cigar-smoked room and get outside for some fresh air. Commercial representative Bull must have known about their rally in Kuris, was he waiting for reinforcements? Thinking of reinforcements, Curris thought of Korors, who had not been in contact with them at all in recent months, and Curris summoned Warman, and the two discussed for a long time in the manor at sunset, until a sharp gunshot interrupted their conversation.

While the unnamed Continental Army was actively practicing on the manor on a daily pegasus, it was not uncommon for gunfire to occur. But at this time, the training had already ended, which had to attract the attention of the two. Soon, the representatives who were still in the room also heard the abnormality and drew their guns to check. The dust rising from the distant fence indicated that a large convoy of horses was galloping towards it, and Curris immediately realized something, and he turned back and urged the state representatives to leave as soon as possible, while untying the horses from the pillars and galloping away. The Bull hooligans had already started to attack, and they were the first to move, and the gunfire should have happened just when they broke through Curris Manor. At this point, Bull didn't enter the manor with his first wave of attacking troops, and he didn't think it was his style, at least not his current style. Although the army is not in good shape, it is still very effective in destroying the Continental Army, or at least depleting the Continental Army. Bull knew that the soldiers of the Continental Army were different from ordinary people, but judging from today's shot, they couldn't stop the bullets flying at high speed after all. A few days ago, Bull heard that in order to enhance the lethal effect, some people in his team even started the idea of applying poison to the warhead, but Bull did not stop it. Bull watched the first wave of troops whizz down the hill, but didn't see Curris start to fight back. He waved his hand to stop the second wave of requests from the leaders of the attacking party, telling them to calm down. Behind him, along the ridgeline of the hillside, a fast horse came running, and looking at the gauze wrapped around his arm, Bull recognized it as his own man. The man turned over and dismounted, out of breath, and said intermittently, Mr. Bull, it's not good, it's not good.

Buhl had no patience to listen to the stammering fellow's report, and rushed down the hillside with part of the second wave, oblivious to the horror and strangeness that began to spread on the faces of the leaders behind him. Bull vaguely knew what the place where the fence had been breached, and what it might look like. Bull was the first to reach the broken part of the fence, and what caught his eye was that the corpse was already full of holes, and the huge impact of the bullet into the body even tore some parts of the corpse. Despite this, it is possible to make out that this is not a non-human body. Bull realized something, and this is probably not something to be optimistic about. The gunmen who followed soon behind them formed a circle, guns drawn but no one spoke, and after a moment of silence, two of them whispered to each other and led the others away from Boole. Bull saw that the men were shouting for contact on the hillside not far away, as one person from the crowd chased after the first wave of attackers. Bull looked in both directions and finally decided to head deeper into the manor, and the horse's hooves had just left the fence when a loud sound came to his ears. The attacking team in front of them was hit by a fireball that drew a large circle on the grass, and the centaurs in the circle had already begun to burn. The remaining gunmen were visibly frightened, and the ranks began to become disorganized. As their pursuers arrived, the attacking gunners began to turn their horses and retreat. The son of a bitch's words came almost through Bull's teeth, and he brandished his whip to try to stop the crowd that had begun to turn into a rabble, but to no avail. Bull threw away his whip and dragged a gunman who was fleeing to the rear, strangled him by the neck, and forced him to go back. In a hurry, the gunman pulled out his dagger from his waist and stabbed it indiscriminately.

Unsuspecting, Bull swallowed the entire dagger in his waist, and the pain quickly spread from his waist to his brain. Along with the pain comes the coldness and emptiness. Bull was almost unable to restrain the crazy fellow, and he finally puffed up his breath and pulled the other's head off his neck. Even when the retreating people saw this scene, it was difficult to stop in the chaos, and many saw a monster in torn clothes crouching on a horse, holding a human head in its hand. The confusion caused by this scene was even greater than just now, as the team split into two groups as if it had encountered a flood from a dam, and continued to retreat. The gunfire in the chaos did not stop, and the last gunman continued to fall off his horse, and the horses were not spared from falling. The Continental Army launched a counterattack, and the guns with extremely long range were so lethal that they did not need to risk the attackers to drive the attackers out of the manor. Bull could hardly see the scene anymore, the warm beige he had heard of before his eyes, but a dark, black-blue world, surrounded by a dense spherical object that slashed past him. Then there was darkness that no longer felt anything. Bull fell from his horse, and the fleeing gunman urged the horse to step over him, and then, with a flash of fire from the muzzle of the cannon in the distance, a projectile flew and landed beside him, and Bull flew high into the sky with the turf and dirt, and then cracked into countless pieces.

The counter-attack was successful, and Curris ended almost without seeing the best parts. In addition to the large mass of corpses lying on the ground, there were also those who were wounded and captured before they could escape. Curris took the representatives of the territories that were supposed to flee and rode as if they were visiting a garden, looking at the traces of the war. Through interrogation of the captives, Curris knew that Bull was among them, but his body was not found in the end, and he may have fled. The delegates cheered and praised the lean and powerful army that had been assembled by Curris. Curris declined the compliments and asked the soldiers to dig deep pits to bury the bodies, telling the delegates that the war had begun, and that this firing meant that the thirteen territories of the continent of Emerik had officially said the word to the invincible Brith. The soldiers brought the only soldier who died today, frightened many of the deputies. Curris coughed a few times, without explanation. Wolman said in a deep voice that the shameless Brethic mercenaries, who had smeared poison on their warheads and damaged the sacred remains of our hero, offered to pay the highest tribute to the unsung hero for his sacrifice for Emmeric's freedom and independence. All the delegates were attracted by Warman's words, and stopped paying attention to the strange corpse, Warman was really good, Curris secretly praised in his heart.

Hawkins stayed at the pastor's residence that night. There were also a lot of strange things in the priest's house, especially the painting on the wall. This is a sketch, Hawkins looked at the inscription, yes, Wells, it was the handwriting of the pastor, but I didn't expect the pastor to be a master of sketching. While the pastor beckoned for his servants to clean up the chair in front of the fireplace, Hawkins took a closer look at the painting. The painting depicts an island with a simple topography and plains beneath the high mountains. Comparing it with the warships at sea level nearby, the island is not very large. At the top of the hill on the island, there are vaguely a few people, or just monkeys and other animals, so I can't see it clearly. At the bottom of the painting, there are some thick lines that look very incongruous with the whole painting, and Hawkins looked at it for a long time before he realized that these were not sketches at all, but purely random graffiti brushstrokes. Seeing Hawkins standing in front of the painting for a long time, the priest came after him, and he asked the Prime Minister, what do you think these scribblers look like?

This question left Hawkins defenseless, this is obviously a random move, how can it be like anything? But then I think about why a good good sketch should be hung on the wall with these at the bottom. The priest laughed, and he told Hawkins about the origin of the painting. The last time I sailed with a warship, I not only brought back a lot of precious fossils and specimens, but also almost a whole box of various handwriting and sketches. Pastor Wells believed that there were some things that could not be recorded in words alone, but fortunately he learned to sketch at a young age and at a high level. Wells supplemented some of the textual expressions with sketches, and this one on the wall is one of them. Why would you hang it on the wall, Hawkins asked? The pastor asked the question again. Hawkins couldn't see it, and the priest motioned for him to take it off the wall and look at it, and Hawkins took it down and looked at it from a different angle, and a feeling arose in his heart that the island looked like a horse-drawn carriage. Those few random graffiti are the wheels, and the island is the body. Unexpectedly, the pastor also had a childlike heart, and Hawkins understood that he was about to hang the painting back in its place, and the pastor said that the next step was the so-called discussion.

The priest smiled and listened to Hawkins' opinion, nodded and shook his head. He said that the island had come across by accident during their voyage around the world, and that according to the guides and veteran sailors who accompanied the ship, it was actually good luck to come across the island. Of course, there are also people who call this island the ghost island, as the name suggests, it is elusive. Hawkins was intrigued, but he didn't expect an island to be elusive. The priest said that the location of the island is not fixed, and even according to the charts of many generations, there is no pattern at all. It's like a naughty child, playing hide and seek with the world. Wells looked at the painting and said that because of the limited time, he did not stay in the waters around the island for long, and more importantly, for his safety, the fleet commander did not arrange a landing expedition at all. After all, this island has a subordinate name, what if the island disappears after landing? The pastor recalls that there was clearly human activity on the island. Just as the warship approached the island, the erect animal that emerged from the jungle quickly climbed to the top and looked at the warship at the same time. The priests did not consider them beasts, for they wore clothing that covered their bodies, and, when the sun was setting, they held torches in their hands. The pastor asked Hawkins, have you ever seen an animal that uses a torch?

The priest said that after drawing a sketch of the sapling, the warship set sail. The commander of the fleet, hearing that Wells had drawn a sketch, called him and asked him to destroy the painting. Wells was puzzled, and the fleet commander told Wells that all ghost islands were abandoned by the gods, and they were all part of the hell that the gods had sent out outside the Joy Garden. Ghost Island has been deeply cursed from ancient times to the present day, so the priest had better destroy that painting. Seeing that the Commander's expression was serious, the priest agreed to the Commander first, and burned one of the other sketches, and the real one, which he folded and took back to Breez in his notebook. Wells still didn't say what the graffiti at the bottom was about. The pastor said that the graffiti had only been painted recently, and he asked the Prime Minister why we should not think that the island was alive. Alive? Hawkins joked that he was an animal or a plant, just very big. The priest said that the island was active, exactly. It's like the horse-drawn carriage we see on the streets, with wheels and can move around. Of course, there is no regular disappearance and appearance of changing the name of the ghost island. The priest told Hawkins that in addition to this, an old sailor told him about an incident that had happened in the Imperial Navy fleet. As soon as the priest said this, Hawkins' heart trembled, and he quickly asked about the exact location of the island. The priest sidestepped the question and motioned for Hawkins to sit down. He said he hung the painting on the wall to enlighten the mind. Hawkins couldn't see how the painting could inspire the mind, an island that could disappear and appear at will, perhaps move freely, or be the embodiment of a mythical monster, and he remembered again what had happened in the Imperial Navy.

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