In the early morning of May 10, the route from Le Lorraine to St. Mary, Martinique, Cape Herringues.

Herringos Point is a prominent land edge near the town of St. Mary. The span is not too large. The extension zone of less than 100 meters is towering and steep. It is divided into two at the center, leaving only a straight line more than 20 meters wide. The thoroughfare, forming the peculiar topography of the inner cliff and the outer screen, is similar in shape to the precipitous look of the majestic gates on the land.

This peculiar route is called [Hell's Gate] by the local natives.

Hell is a paraphrase of Quechua.

The myths and legends of any system will not lack the ominous concept of containment despair and death. Since it is solemnly named, this area has naturally carried some misfortune.

This is the favorite offshore hunting ground for pirates. The long and narrow thoroughfare will generate stable strong winds. The towering two walls restrict the vision and make it impossible to find the ambush outside the gorge.

So even if it takes half a day to detour, ships familiar with local maritime affairs will try to avoid this dangerous area and choose a wider and more comfortable coastal route.

Of course, the noble Siegfried is definitely not familiar with the maritime affairs in this area. In the face of an obvious shortcut, he has no reason to detour.

A sharp voice echoed from the lookout of Lucky Horseshoe.

"Capture the target light ahead, head south, 8 kilometers away, downwind. The route is confirmed, and the target enters the gate of hell!"

"Sure enough, Mr. Narlo..." Zirned gripped the Sipa tightly, "Sail, accelerate, catch up! The distance of 8 kilometers is too long, we will miss the most Good attack position!"

The adjutant stood worryingly on the side and reminded softly: "Sir, I don't doubt the legality of your inspection of suspicious ships. It's just that it's night sailing. There is not enough light in the canyon, and the visibility may be less than 1 km. If you rush to catch up, don't you? ..."

"Are you worried about an ambush in the defile, Lieutenant?"

"Sir Mingjian!"

"You're worrying too much, Lieutenant." Zirned sneered and shook his head. "The gates of **** are advancing and not retreating, and the target is always in front of us. Even if there are pirates hidden in the defile, the target will blow them out, we There is enough time to react."

"But you said, the target is suspected of being a pirate, and his accomplices are probably ambushing in the gorge!"

"You need to calm down, my second lieutenant." Zirned shook his hand impatiently. "First, the target is only suspected of being pirates for the time being, and there is no evidence that they are pirates."

"Second, the ambush in the Xiakou is just speculation, and there is no evidence to confirm the existence of the ambush."

"Third, even if both are confirmed, the possibility that they are accomplices is still very slim."

"Use your brain well. Your assumption is that the other party clearly knows that we are trailing behind, and then uses yourself as bait to lure us into the trap."

"Is it possible? Is it possible?"

"In the state of night flight, the lookout is nothing but the naked eye is our most reliable observation tool, which means that the observation range of night flight is almost impossible to reach 5 kilometers. Considering the light source of the canyon, the visibility may only be guaranteed to be pitiful. 1 km away."

"The distance between us is a full 8 kilometers, they can't see us at all, but we can easily track them through the flames of the wind lanterns!"

"Will sneakers put themselves in a disadvantaged position for the enemy? It only requires the most basic empathy, and you can conclude that they know nothing about the chasers behind them, so they have enough Take time to worry about the shipwreck caused by the collision."

"The trap is nonsense! They are dead!"

"Soon, we will come from behind in their horror, take the ship, board the ship, kill everyone on the ship, grab every gold coin from them, knowing it, not knowing it..."

The adjutant was frightened by Zirned's hideous expression, and his worries had already disappeared.

He slapped his legs and stood upright, saluting solemnly: "Sir...wise!"

The full-sail Lucky Horseshoe finally followed the Golden Deer into the gates of hell. Zirned was isolated on the bow of the ship and flew into the battlefield of blood and fire early.

He knows.

He had long heard that the nobles who stayed in Europe had become corrupt and degenerate, and were far from satisfied with the excitement brought by the drunken gold fans and the game of hunting beauty.

For the so-called fun, they began to play with life.

The cruel jackal pretends to be saints, chooses favorite toys from the crowd, slowly arouses their desires, and picks them up to the heights. When they are tired of playing and have enough, they will destroy the sky-reaching pavilion with one blow. Enjoy the poignant despair of the toys...

How similar...

Siegfried Nallo is the best jackal, and Zirned... isn't he just that stupid and sad toy?

Why didn't you notice it early?

The sky will not fall into the cake. Why can't I remember such a simple truth before?

Damn it! Damn it!

There are no traces of rumors, Renault who is full of hostility, Prio who betrays his promise, and finally, the blood-stained Sipa that decides everything...

Such an intricate game makes people in the urn without knowing it, even if Zirned thinks about it now, it still feels awe-inspiring.

He was convinced to lose!

but!

Siegfried aloft is not invulnerable.

Regardless of whether it was because of being in a guest place or to continue this cruel game, no matter what the reason, Siegfried hid his identity.

The hiding is so good that there are very few people in Le Lorin who know the truth.

Zirned keenly discovered the final counterattack opportunity.

He used Siegfried's wealth to provoke the greed of the sailors, and used the untenable pirate conjecture to provide them with a reason to act. Who in this world doesn't know?

Only poverty is the only criterion of goodness. Behind every gold coin is evil!

Destroy it, destroy it!

Since his life is incurable, let the once unattainable wealthy son be buried with him!

The funeral is complete!

Seeing the boundless darkness in front of him, Zirned grinned open, revealing his mouth full of white teeth.

"I... nothing wrong, nothing wrong. From the beginning, this world was wrong."

...

At the other end of the strait, Nelson stood silently on the top of the stern deck with his commanding sword.

In front of his eyes was a funnel-shaped sea area, the wide side connected to the Atlantic Ocean, and the narrow one was the exit of the Channel of Cape Herringos.

The Badger and the Wasp are mooring on both sides of the gorge in a relatively static and parallel posture. The distance between the two ships is less than 30 meters. The sails are fully retracted and the anchor is heavily anchored into the water.

This posture has been maintained for more than four hours.

Yesterday night, starting from the news that Collingwood brought the nets, Nelson had ordered the Badger and Wasp to move from the concealment point to the combat-ready sea area, hiding in such a frightened manner throughout the day, until the night was long before the two ships entered cautiously. To the pre-war position.

If I remember correctly, it was about nine to ten in the evening.

Although Lorraine promised to lure the target into the net before Venus rises to the apex, after all, it is the first time the two sides have cooperated in a naval battle. Even with the guarantee of his uncle and the huge praise when sitting on the sea school, Nelson is still worried about Lorraine. Can it come as promised.

The uncertainty of the ocean is unmatched by a solid land. A wind, a wave, a rock, and a noisy can cause the sailing to collapse. Individual heroism is meaningless at sea. Only the collective is popular on the ship, and there is nothing to rely on. Only the collective.

But Lorraine seemed to be better at acting alone, taking his boat and the people with him without their assistance, in other words, it didn't give them a chance to understand each other.

"Ah! Can you arrive, when and how?"

Nelson gritted his teeth and swallowed all the words he uttered into a majestic grunt. Just as he was about to re-mobilize as a routine, he suddenly heard a strange sound of water in his ears.

He glanced at the first mate~lightnovelpub.net~ the first mate nodded and said, "It's the sound of breaking waves."

"The sound of breaking waves? Will it be the Golden Deer? Lucky Horseshoe or some other cloven hoofed animal?"

The sound of breaking the waves was getting closer and closer, but the speed of the ship did not abate. After a while, a huge shadow of the ship sailed out from the center of the Badger and Wasp, full of sails, and went away in the wind.

Nelson saw Lorraine's appearance by the light of the big boat. In the moment he passed by, he raised his hand and threw a harpoon. The sharpness of the harpoon was wrapped in cloth, and the long rod of the fork was wrapped in silk.

"Believe it?" Nelson asked. "Get me right now!"

The sailors ran and brought up Lorraine's letter paper. Nelson shook his hand away, only to see a few lines of writing slantingly printed on it:

[The horseshoe is mine, don’t break it]

Nelson burst into laughter suddenly: "Light Signal Wasp, lift the anchor, close the net!"

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