The clergyman's transept had an attic, and the staircase of the attic where Barr hid was a clever design, probably at the third to the sixth steps, and this part was a whole and hinged so that it could be turned up, and a cellar was dug underneath or simply joined with the cellar to become an elaborate hideout—a design that came from England and was used by Catholics to avoid persecution by Protestants, or vice versa. When Dunkirk was still part of the British, some people fled here and brought this design with them.

There was also a gap in the "door" of the clergyman's steps, and when Barr hid with Eva, he saw that there were always four or five people, and possibly more, so he did not rush out at once, but as soon as he heard that they were going to the stables, and thought of his horses, he knew that it was not good— As soon as they left the chapel, he came out, and Jack had a short time to make his decision, but at last he found an opportunity to ring the bell, and when the Englishmen were scared away, he threw the cold, wet carpet under Eva and rushed into the stables.

He dragged the priest out, examined him cursoryly, and when he was sure he was okay, ran to the fence, released his horse, and handed the priest to the first man who rushed in: "I must go at once," he said, turning over his horse, "The English here are going to riot!"

That's why he was delayed for a minute or two, Eva was in the hideout and sobered up a little bit, maybe less than half a minute, but enough for her to say what she had to let Barr know.

Eva was an unfortunate and fortunate girl, she did not know that her husband was willing to marry her because he needed to relax the vigilance of the French, he did not love her, so it was unexpected, or not so unexpected, because out of love, she had always been concerned about her husband's every move, and as an officer and chief, Jack probably did not understand that there were few secrets between husband and wife- And so it happened, Eva was discovered, and while others were still hesitating, Jack didn't hesitate to kill her.

Luckily for her, she didn't tell her husband that her parents, her relatives, or even the people of the town were half-criminals, and she didn't know anything about swords, atrocities, and intrigues like ordinary country girls, and she was like the clergy, and the instincts engraved in her blood allowed her to escape death, and she knew how to stop the bleeding— Stopping the bleeding with mud is one of the most effective medical treatments here, not to mention fever or anything, if she let the blood continue to flow, she will either be too weak to run or die of excessive blood loss.

She found the priest correctly, and luckily for her, she met Baal, who was both a newcomer to King Nobungge and a student at the Military Academy, so although he returned to Dunkirk this time as a half-official and half-private, he still had the latest potions and powders with him, just in case.

When he said this, the townsfolk immediately said they knew, and he watched Bal's horse gallop down the avenue outside the town, explaining to those who came to the chapel behind him why, some of whom had found Eva in the hideout, and some of the men with weapons had gone to the British, but they had not been able to find them.

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The town was located between the seafront and the Dunkirk Boulevard, connected by a path of two or three hundred feet, from which it took only a quarter of an hour, if not faster, to Dunkirk, but as soon as the horse's hooves stepped on the solid surface, Barr hesitated, paused for about two or three seconds, and then resolutely turned his horse's head from the flat concrete road to the muddy seaside wasteland.

The wasteland around Dunkirk, like all seaside wastelands, has a terrible grayish-white soil, and it does not grow any crops, but there are always several tenacious plants that can grow on it, either with thorns, or with tenacious branches like cow tendons, and even more deadly, incalculable pitfalls and swamps, which are caused by the rain melting the salt in the soil, and although they do not eat people like swamps in the forest, if you ride on a horse, you can lose your balance and fall off your horse.

Not to mention that it's still night.

Barr carried a kerosene lantern with him, which he could hang around his horse's neck so that he could see the way forward, but in such a wasteland, a little light was undoubtedly showing his enemies, and he guessed that the Englishmen might have set up an ambush on the main road, but who knew if they would also have men in the wasteland?

Walking through the roadless wasteland, and not daring to light the lamp, his speed would have slowed down considerably, but fortunately the food of the academy would always take care of all needs, and Baal would not be as blind as his forefathers had been, and he rode his horse for some distance, and when he reached the place where the thorns, vines, and small swamps were increasing, he dismounted, and led the horse forward.

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One of Jack's captains returned, "We didn't see anyone passing by," he said, opening his pocket watch and looking at it—which was also in high demand in Paris and Versailles, but Jack had a way of getting a few, and they were divided among the leaders of the great operation to make sure they could start the battle in unison.

"He probably didn't take the main road. Jack said, "Maybe he's a resident of this place, and knows more about it than we do—take someone to the wasteland, and if you can't find it after half an hour, then come back." ”

"And what if he went and warned the French?"

"He won't be able to make it in an hour," said Jack lightly, "and in an hour it will be time for us to go to war, and it will not matter if he brings news to Dunkirk." ”

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Jack's estimate was accurate, and before Baal had even arrived in Dunkirk, he saw an ominous dark red, and from this blood-like color came the sound of fighting.

He returned to the avenue and remounted his horse, drawing his long knife as he drew his long knife.

The gate connecting the avenue was supposed to be closed at night, but it is not known how the British did it, and now one gate and the small gates on both sides were open, and the British and French were fighting each other - the British had taken off the dark gray "potatoes" that they were deeply ashamed of Suits, as they called it, wore their usual coats, but each wore a bright red shoulder strap, as if once again they had become the new model army of the Lord Protector, and they chanted Cromwell's name as if he were going to take him off the roof of Westminster Abbey and put it on their heads like a crown.

Baal sneered, as a descendant of pirates, of course Baal would not have any deep-rooted "divine authority of kings" Thoughts, but the pirates only speak with swords and fists, they only admire the powerful and the victors, Louis XIV the Sun King is both, the Lord Protector Cromwell is nothing but a loser, and his puritanical style also makes the pirates deeply disdainful, to Barr say that if Cromwell and Louis XIV switch places, even if it is for those beautiful women, wine and delicious food, the pirates will only be willing to follow their king!

He rushed into the crowd like a whirlwind.

Barr was both a teacher and a student at the military academy, and he was learning from others when others were learning from him, and how to use weapons on horses was taught to him by a new Tatar student named Anwo, and Barr must admit that he may have learned less than a tenth of the skills, but enough for him to destroy the British defenses— The British, who were suddenly torn open, were caught off guard, mainly because their weapons were so poor, they were not the king's soldiers, and of course they had no part in the weapons and equipment in the king's army, and they were able to knock on the gates of the city by relying on the gunpowder brought by the British merchants and the laxity of the French. But after the gates were opened, the man who had been scheduled to poison the French dinner lost his hand, and only a small part of the French soldiers could not continue the fight.

So a stalemate was formed at the city gates, but more soldiers were coming, and Barr caused another kind of panic - Barr had returned to Dunkirk in his uniform, and although he could not see the royal blue in the dark night, the golden tassels on his shoulders and the golden buttons on his chest shone brightly in the light of the torches, and the British could not help but think of it......

"Cavalry!" cried an Englishman, who was probably not all English, for he was too young, and that it was quite possible that his father was an English soldier, and that he might have had a French mother, but he thought he was an Englishman—and he thought of the possibility—that the king's cavalry might be pushing at them like a strong wall, and his courage was gone, for he was still so young after all, and he might have just come of age.

But in war, the Grim Reaper never looks at the age of the dead, and he subconsciously wants to run away, but he is hit in the face by someone who does not know, and his whole face is immediately distorted, and he begins to cry and wave his weapon indiscriminately - this act is simply suicide when the two armies confront each other, and more people's swords hit him - Barr could not see him before he jumped off his horse, and he stood with the French soldiers while shouting his identity.

"The musketeers are coming. One man shouted.

So Barr and the others began to retreat into the corridor, and the British, except for a few poor creatures who had become dizzy, also slowly stopped, and their failure to reach the walls was tantamount to defeat—and when the French musketeers came, they were in the corridor, so to speak, they were committing suicide, and Jack stood under the torches, and the flickering flames illuminated his face, "Let's go." He said.

As the British left, a loud bell suddenly sounded over Dunkirk, which meant that all the French in the Dunkirk region would be on alert.

When the musketeers came, they went out of the city to pursue the British, but Barr was not able to leave, and although he was still a step late, the Duke of Vendôme, who was stationed in Dunkirk, wanted to see him, so he had to pack up and go to the highest ranking man in Dunkirk.

Speaking of which, Barr and the Duke of Vendôme are not unrelated in a little bit - the Duke of Vendôme's grandson, Joseph Jr., is Barr's classmate and student, and they have a very good relationship - you know, even if they are very different. Jean Barr's father was only a privateer captain, and the Duke of Vendôme, whose surname was Bourbon—the illegitimate son of Henry IV, spent his youth in opposition to Richelieu and Louis XIII, but by the time of Bishop Mazarin, perhaps because he was no longer so energetic, he began to reconcile with the bishop. It's just that before Louis came to power, the old gentleman had already lived a life close to seclusion, but in Louis XIV's plan, Dunkirk needed a trustworthy and important person to guard, so he came.

The old man's sideburns were as good as silver, but he was still in good health, and he was a little more energetic than Baal, who had been on the road for half a night and had fought another battle, and he asked the servants to bring them meat, bread, butter, and cheese, and tea, coffee, and wine, and Barr thanked him, and then sat down and ate a hearty meal.

He had planned to have a sumptuous dinner at the priest's, but he did not expect to encounter the English—and he did not feel hungry until the matter was over, and his intestines seemed to be clinging to them, and he showed the courage to single-handedly charge the English line against his new enemy—all the food, and the battle was settled in a few minutes.

"I like young people like you. The Duke of Vendôme said that he knew Jean Barr well too, and that his grandson had written to him about this friend in detail, and that he had considerable hopes for the friendship of the young people, but that his son was a little vaguely dissatisfied, and Jean Barr's origin was not flattering, but the old duke, who had also been young, had developed a pair of sharp eyes in the vicissitudes of the decades, and he had been able to marry one of the Mancini sisters, and become half of the king's brother-in-law, and keep the title and title. It can also be seen now that their king, Louis XIV, was not the kind of person who cared about birth and blood, like a young man in the military cadet, and perhaps another Condé, Henri (referring to Viscount Tillenne), Schaumberg, Vauban in the future...... Like this kind of humble person, don't you make friends at this time, and you have to wait until he is a very human minister to go to flattery?

After the servant took the empty plate, Barr smiled a little embarrassedly, and then he looked a little worried. The clock in the corner pointed to four o'clock in the morning, and it was not yet sunrise, but the gray-blue sky showed a speckled red—I don't know if it was an illusion, as if he had heard gunshots and shouts.

"Those Englishmen ......," he asked cautiously.

"Well," said the Duke of Vendôme, sitting up straight, "a bunch of restless fellows!" he said, but there didn't seem to be much worry in his tone.