The waves lightly beat the beach, rushing to suppress the noise of the pier plank road, making people peaceful.

　　 Nature is innate with the magic power to soothe the mind, even Lorraine couldn't help but adjust his breathing with the sound of the waves, and slowly approached the beautiful ensign who looked out at the ocean.

　　 Chatting is just chatting. Lorraine does not intend to discuss any details with Leched. It is not his duty as a mercenary, and his relationship with Nelson cannot tolerate this level of offense.

　　 Chatting is not chatting. Since Nelson has deliberately asked for permission to talk, he must gain something in the next time and prove that he is worthy of trust and expectation.

　　 Binding hands and feet, like walking on thin ice.

　　 Relatively equal and relatively unfamiliar interpersonal relationships are inherently difficult subjects, and are essentially the same as the double-headed crush of stomachache.

　　 It's just that Lorraine would never think so.

　　, after all, regards normal social behaviors as love affair, arbitrarily compensates important same-sex social objects for their secret affection, this kind of mean angle...

　　 Lorraine couldn't help but shudder, and in a blink of an eye, it turned into a gentle smile.

　　 He is already standing by the seaside with Leched.

　　 "The weather is great, Mr. Company Commander."

　　 "I am the only one of us with an umbrella, so from my heart, I hope it will rain now, Mr. Chairman." Leched admired the sea view without looking back.

　　 Lorraine didn't look at him, and sneered and responded softly: "Then you might be disappointed. Barbados is not London. The weather here is so good."

　　 "It's also very boring." Leched narrowed his mouth and paused for an umbrella. "How about straightforward? Your height makes me very uncomfortable."

　　 "Height? I heard that short people have a better chance of survival on the battlefield."

　　 "Intelligence is a chance for survival, sir." Leched poked his head ill-tempered. "A stupid man is just a striking beast no matter how tall he grows."

　　 "It sounds like you like to hide yourself."

　　 "What's wrong? Ah! A mighty person like you probably can't understand the difference between tactics and combat."

　　 Leheid stepped back and made an exaggerated gentleman's gift to Lorraine.

　　 "For example. At the Battle of Bunker Hill, the fool Gage ordered my eighth company to preemptively occupy the Xiangyangpo position. I refused, and led my men around Bunker Hill and moved towards Roxbury."

"It turns out that I was right. Soon after my disobedience, another idiot Prescott took Bunker Hill with a regiment of Continental Army. If the Eighth Company stayed there, there would probably be no scum left. "

　　 "The eighth company that gained freedom became a free force in the Battle of Bunker Hill, and even the headquarters didn't know where I was."

"Later, William Howe took over the command of the idiot Geki, and when he hit his head down the mountain, it was me who dropped the Continental Army headquarters at Roxbury's throat, forcing the hillbillies to make an order to retreat. The determination to avoid greater losses."

　　 Speaking of this, Leched raised his slender neck and looked up at Lorraine proudly from bottom to top.

　　 Lorraine touched the tip of his nose awkwardly: "I guessed that your Eighth Company had a glorious past, but I didn't expect it to be so glorious."

　　 "This is just the basics of tactics, sir, you can kill the enemy if you live."

　　 "But you seem to have forgotten one thing..."

"Um?"

"The Charleston Peninsula is surrounded by water on three sides. Under the rule of the Royal Navy, it is a living area extending in all directions. This is not the case for Martinique. The only way is through us."

　　 Ignoring Leched's slightly open mouth expression, Lorraine acted like him in an exaggerated manner.

　　 "There is one thing that we have a consensus on, that is, you can kill the enemy if you live, so I will try to persuade my admiral to live well. By the way, do you know what the nature of the navy is?"

"what?"

　　 "Moving island." Lorraine paused, "On the endless sea, we can go anywhere, and no one can be trapped."

　　 Leheid's face was a bit ugly: "In my opinion, Lieutenant Colonel Nelson is a competent and brave soldier."

　　 "He is, but unfortunately I am not."

　　 The chatting ended simply and neatly. Before both sides felt embarrassed, Lorraine tied a bow with a bow, crossed his belt and turned back in front of Nelson.

　　 This kind of development seems a little unexpected to Nelson.

　　 "What? Is this the end of the conversation?"

　　 "Well, the weather, history, and a few more gossips. We are not familiar with each other. If we talk about it again, I should ask if Captain Leched has an unmarried sister."

　　 "As far as your relationship is concerned, it's not ceremonial."

　　 "Right?" Lorraine raised his eyebrows, "Admiral, are you familiar with the Battle of Bunker Hill?"

　　 "Bunker Hill?"

　　 "In June 1775, the first battle after the Lexington gun was fired. I read my father's report at the time. I remember, a terrible victory... right?"

Nelson frowned and recalled for a long while: "I remember that because the Continental Army seized Bunker Hill ahead of time, General Gage was dismissed before the battle, and the replacement Viscount Hao paid a tragic price. More than 1,000 people were injured, more than 200 people were injured. Died in battle..."

　　 "By the way, the main force of that battle was the 52nd Infantry Regiment. The first company of the grenadier was almost wiped out. The eighth company of Captain Leheed made a remarkable achievement, but for some reason, there was no praise."

　　 Nelson seemed to completely remember the content of the military newspaper, and the more he said it, the smoother it became.

"The 52nd Infantry Regiment was originally the most elite corps in Boston, and it has the reputation of defeating the enemy in the entire colonial army system. It seems that after this war, this corps completely lost its combat effectiveness. UU reading www.uukanshu.com has speculation. It is because of excessive war damage and unfair treatment."

　　 "The Grenadier Company has not been rebuilt yet. In the subsequent Battle of Boston, they fled without a fight and lost face. General Clinton seems to have intentionally transferred them back to the mainland, but has not yet announced it..."

　　 Lorraine was dumbfounded: "Since you know this unit so clearly, why..."

"The Eighth Company was highly recommended by General Clinton to the Jazz. I heard that they have been very active and participated in counter-insurgency wars many times. If it were not for Captain Leheed's inability to communicate with others, he would never get fair treatment. , They should have become famous a long time ago."

"Boston has long been lost. According to you, the 52nd Army did not have a record. Captain Leched has probably replaced many partners in recent years. Disagreeing with one person is not good at socializing. Discord, but favored by the Supreme Chief? The Admiral..."

"The Marine Corps evaluated the battle plan and rejected it. They thought that landing on the island is tantamount to sending death." Nelson interrupted Lorraine's words gently, "I know that Eight Company and Leheed are not good partners, but the Jazz only Because of the trust in me, the Halloween action was promoted, and I couldn’t let him take responsibility because of reason.”

"Knowledge..." Lorraine looked at Nelson in silence for a while, "I suggest you talk to Captain Leheid again. If the result is still the same as now... Then just change the plan without authorization and cause the action to fail, you also have the point. There are enough reasons to bear all the faults. How, do you want to give it a try?"

　　 "Try again...Is it?"