Reborn As a Pirate

San Carlos is small.

As a military fortress that collects taxes as its main business and guards the soil as a side job, the possibility of accommodating the manor was not considered when the land was opened here.

The three armies in the city operate independently, and the Commander's Mansion, Lakeside Port Authority, and Watergate Command Post are the residences of the three military chiefs. From a certain point of view, it is equivalent to the officers and soldiers living together.

Lorraine was warmly received by Mara in the villa-like Lakeside Port Authority Annex.

Rul, my dear Ruhr Sebilian, I haven't heard from you for three days. I thought you were a coward and ran away before the chance to change your fate.

Lorraine greeted him with a smile, bowed and stroked his chest.

Even if I'm stupid, it's time to guess that the only hotel in the city is the property of the Garrison Fleet. New Cadiz... Your uncle served in the Mediterranean Fleet?

Every admiral of the garrison fleet is from the Mediterranean Fleet... Mara couldn't hide the embarrassment on his face, Rul, I'm glad you made the right decision.

As you said, my family does not allow me to refuse the friendship of a powerful military officer. That is our defect, and I hope it can be made up for in my hands.

Yes, defect, you are very smart. Mara came up, and glanced at Leif and Barto behind Lorraine, Let your brave guards wait downstairs, I prepared wine in the study, we You can talk slowly.

This is a very reasonable request, but Lorraine shrugged helplessly.

Mr. Major, the guards belong to my father. My father forbade them from my company after the fight with the smuggler in New Orleans.

Are you on guard?

It's really my father's request. For this reason, he specially selected two obstinate eyes.

Mara stared steadily at Lorraine for a long time.

Follow if you want. Although my study is not big, there is always room for two people.

...

After the unharmonious opening, the three of Lorraine followed the five of Mara into the study.

The major showed his stupidity as always. Seeing Lorraine with guards, even if he temporarily transferred the night duty star, he still had an incomprehensibly ridiculous advantage on the scene.

Eight people squeezed into the small study at one time. Two guards stood by the door and two guards stood by the window, each holding a long gun like a guard.

Leif and Barto turned a blind eye, standing behind Lorraine with their hands crossed, their heads held high, and their eyes fixed on each other.

Lorraine naturally has a seat.

He and Marat sat opposite each other on the sofa, with wine between them, and neither of them wanted to raise a glass.

Silence, silence, silence for more than ten minutes, Mara finally lost her patience.

Dear Ruhr, people will always come across choices in life, once you make a decision, don't hesitate, hesitating will only make you look stupid.

You're mistaken, Mr. Major. I'm not hesitating, I'm just weighing things up.

Oh? Trade off?

Yes. Lorraine looked up, Some things need to be weighed, such as retreat, such as security. Of course, everything is based on success. I understand my own value. If I fail, I am just a shameful traitor.

I'm glad to hear such a wise speech. Marla smiled sincerely. So what are you weighing? Maybe I can help.

Of course you can help me. Lorraine straightened up. In fact, if you want to ignite the powder magazine in the militia camp, you are the only one who can help me.

The smile still remained on his face, and Mara's expression twitched suddenly: Are you going to blow up that arsenal in the barracks?

Of course! Since you want to show the slackness and stupidity of the militia through the accident, the bigger the accident, the better.

Ma La swallowed hard: But that was hundreds of casualties, and there is still a battalion of munitions inside...

It's just a militia, and it's very easy to recruit. Lorraine simply threw back the original words three days ago, And Mr. Major, you misjudged the priorities.

Me? Miscalculation?

Lorraine stood up long, walked in a circle until behind Mara, pressed his shoulders, and looked at the night view of the fortress outside the window.

This window faces east, and Lorraine can easily distinguish the towering bell tower of the church. Its silhouette pierces into the sky like a sword, and the bright moon behind it looks big and bright.

Lorraine patted Mara on the shoulder.

Mr. Major, there are two arsenals in this fortress. The main storehouse is in the center of the barracks. The result of the explosion is that people were killed and guns were lost. The secondary storehouse was built at the joint of the two walls. The result of the explosion is likely to be a large wall. Collapse.

Which outcome hurts San Carlos more? Obviously, the latter.

The barracks is the barracks of the militia. They live there, how many people die and how many guns are thrown are the affairs of the militia. Even if the commander of the fortress changes, it is also a matter of the militia, and it will not become a matter of San Carlos.

But the collapse of the city wall is different. The core threat to San Carlos has always been the natives and beasts of the rainforest. The city wall is in place, and the city is safe. If the city wall falls...

Mara gritted her teeth: If you defend against beast hordes and barbarians in a fortress without walls, even if you manage to get through, the next commander will be stigmatized as incompetent!

That's it.

Lorraine supported Mara's shoulders, and whispered with a smile. The voice was unhurried, seductive, and teased the evil at the bottom of people's hearts.

Mr. Major, which is more important and which is more urgent. In order to save more lives, sometimes a small number of people must be sacrificed. This is a kindness that only an upright and benevolent gentleman understands.

Is this... an act of kindness?

You will achieve your purpose, and you will maintain the safety of the fortress, and continue to protect the people in the city. If this is not a good deed, what is a good deed?

This is...a good deed! Mara firmly clenched her fists, her face was ferocious, and she looked like a ghost, Ruhr, you are right, I almost forgot that every life is equally valuable in the eyes of God!

We are the nobles sent by God to the world, the messengers, and the gospel! We cannot and should not put the whole city into danger for the sake of a few lowly militiamen who don't love themselves. This is irresponsible to the innocent, It is even more irresponsible to the Lord!

us……

Listening to his impassioned speech, Lorraine suddenly saw a faint light like sparks on the opposite clock tower.

A sense of crisis filled his whole body in an instant, and without even thinking about it, he pulled Mara to the ground, rudely, even the sofa under him fell over!

Boom!

It was the sound of the sofa hitting the carpet, and the sound of gunfire floating in the distance.

Gunshots resounded!

The glass of the window shattered, and a buckshot hit the metal framed flower on the foot of the sofa with a jingle, and then bounced off, right between the eyebrows of Marat's self-portrait.

Mara lay on the ground in a daze, with her mouth open in a daze.

Lu... Ruhr...

The bell tower is a hunter, the accuracy of this distance...

Boom!

Lorraine's words were interrupted by another gunshot. An unlucky soldier was searching for the target in a daze. Suddenly, a huge blood burst out of his chest, and he flew backwards.

The first dead man appeared, blood splashed on the ground, on the wall, and on the face of Marat, who began to struggle.

The whole room was in chaos, Barto and Leif were the first to hide themselves behind the wall, and the ostentatious soldiers ran around like headless chickens.

Lorraine stood up, kicked away a soldier blocking the way, dragged Mara forcefully, and pushed him to a dead corner against the wall.

At this moment a third shot rang out and the second soldier fell to the ground.

Lorraine pressed down on Mara and issued a stern order: Bator, the church bell tower is 350 meters away. He has at least three Kentuckys in his hand. Don't let him be too easy!

yes!

Ba Tuo lowered his body and took off the long gun and bullets of the deceased, tore open the shell casings, loaded the lead pellets, compacted them, and fired back with a bang in the direction of the clock tower.

The effective range of the musket is only 30 meters. Even if Barto is the best shooter in Drake, he can only maintain a relatively accurate range of 50-70 meters.

The talent of a hunter is something that can't be met.

Among the people Lorraine knew, only Pierce could hit a target 100 meters away with a smoothbore gun. If it was replaced with a Kentucky rifle, a sniper rifle of this era, it could barely maintain an accuracy of about 300 meters on land.

The hunter on the opposite side is likely to be more talented than Pierce!

Barto couldn't hold down the hunter.

Lorraine knew that Barto's counterattack could not pose a threat to the hunter at all. All he could do was use his actions to guide the incompetent guards so that they would not make trouble for him at this time.

At least on this point, Lorraine did it.

Barto cautiously launched a counterattack towards the clock tower, and the two living guards quickly followed suit and ran to the window to peek around.

The bell tower experienced a full five-minute window period, and the gunfire broke out again.

The first shot missed, shattering a glass ornament on the closet. The second shot caught up with an unknowing soldier who probed back and counterattacked. He shot in the head with one shot, and the eyebrows blossomed.

The soldier fell straight down, and Lorraine and Barto spoke out at the same time.

Three guns! Three guns!

Leif, go kick him out!

oh!!!!

The burly Viking man finally waited for the order.

He took off his shield, drew out his sword, raised his head to the sky and roared, immediately put the big shield in front of him, and smashed the window lattice with his body.

Boom!

The third gunshot hit the shield with a puff, Leif leaped down from the height of the second floor, and the weight seemed to be stomping heavily on the ground.

oh!!!!!

A row of gunshots came in from the broken window without warning, accompanied by screams, howls, and pleadings, mostly Spanish voices.

Mara shrank in the corner of the wall like a stone sculpture, her face pale and confused.

Lu...Mr. Sebilian...

What's wrong?

You just... spoke English as if...

Lorraine raised her eyebrows imperceptibly.

In a moment of urgency just now, naturally speaking the mother tongue that is usually spoken the most, I didn't expect it to be recognized by the idiot Mara.

What's the mess at the critical moment?

He glanced at Mara with dissatisfaction, which made Mara tremble.

Mr. Major, they were sent by my father to protect me, not to contribute to the Kingdom of Spain.

Bator is British and Leif is Norwegian. In order for them to understand my order accurately, I can only communicate with them in English.

It's not comfortable! Lorraine used an uncommon accented syllable, but you need to understand that in this hard-working industry, we can hardly find top Spaniards.

Marat finally understood.

Whether he really understood or forced himself to understand, in short, he accepted Lorraine's explanation.

He carefully put his eyes on the broken window lattice: Mr. Sebilian, your guard seems to have clashed with my guard...

That's not Leif. Lorraine shook his head and stood up, Bato, protect Major Mara, he is related to the future of our family.

Yes! Master!

After explaining the beginning and the end, Lorraine slowly drew out the thin sword and looked at Mara.

That's not Leif, Mr. Major. I suppose someone might have been a step ahead of you...

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