A decent buffet is being held on the deck of the Andes.

The dinner party invited all officers above the rank of lieutenant in the navy side of the Halloween fleet and senior crew members above the seaman in the chamber of commerce.

The ingredients are fresh handwritten letters provided by Leched when the land and sea met yesterday. The rumbling of cannons and continuous wailing are the accompaniment, and the distant sea of ​​fire and the ruins of the town are the stage.

Because of the relationship of doing nothing, the overall atmosphere is barely a pleasant one.

Lorraine and Nelson stood side by side in front of the guardrail of the ship's bow with a goblet of champagne, each holding a monocular, looking bored at the battle on the landing.

"The bombs are sparse and the angles are not good. If it weren't for the advantage of ample bombs, the captain's army would have to spend a lot of time razing LeFrançois." Lorraine slammed his mouth in a tone of voice. There is some regret in it.

Nelson couldn't help but laughed: "I heard that those slaves fired real guns for the first time today. It's very good to be able to produce this effect."

"But a waste of time... Oh, the church was blown up, and the person who fired the gun should be hated by the god."

"Drake, I know you are a heretic, but you don't have any need to show off your faith in front of a Puritan."

"I apologize." Lorraine shrugged and put down the sight glass. "Admiral, even with the obvious flying cannonballs, the captain's artillery team is too far away from the pier, and extended shooting is basically impossible to reach the coastal fort."

"Doesn't he still have slave infantry and Mamluk?"

"Those cavalry who ride horses are also worthy of being called Mamluk?" Lorraine laughed and laughed, "Forget it, for the sake of a box of good wine, I give my allies full trust..."

Le Francois wailed in the sound of cannons.

As the base camp of Martinique's army stationed on the island, the French stored a large amount of new-style arms and ammunition in La Trinité Fortress. These things accompanied Leched across half of the island, and it was not officially used until today.

Leched didn't plan to save ammunition at all.

In the name of practice, the only command he gave to his artillery was to hit until the barrel was hot.

This order was executed for three full hours, and it was not until ten o'clock in the evening when the third light artillery bombed the chamber, wounding a white soldier for the first time, and the mopping order for the infantry was officially issued.

The infantry, full of hatred and hope, began to attack the frontal line of defense that had been razed to the ground, and broke through in less than half an hour, with almost no decent obstacles.

Immediately, the cavalry entered the city, chasing every man and woman who escaped on the cobweb-like roads like hunting, and staged a hell-like tragedy in the corners of the town.

By this time of the war, Le Francois' destruction had completely disappeared from suspense.

Coastal battery is a huge killer in the battle against the sea, especially the new type of battery that can use explosive bombs, which can be called the natural enemy of wooden sailboats.

But those huge coastal defense guns could not easily turn their guns, even if they reluctantly emphasized one or two, the gunners could not fire at the city they were protecting.

They are doomed to destruction.

Lorraine never doubted this ending, but never thought that Leheed would use this extremely tyrannical and completely inconsistent method with Western war conventions to achieve his goals.

The French probably didn't expect things to develop like this.

Therefore, the nearest point of the two fronts was clearly only five or six hundred meters away, but until the destruction, the French could not organize a truly decent counterattack.

In short, the war is over.

...

In the early hours of the morning, the agreed lights were lit on the pier, and the Andes and Lucky Horseshoe slowly approached the pier as planned. Lorraine squinted, but saw a spectacle under the firelight.

The eighth company and slaves in the confrontation, as well as the trembling citizens of Le Francois who were protected by the eighth company...

"Order to stop entering the port! The Andes and the lucky horseshoes are horizontal, the gun doors are fully opened, and the assault boat is launched. Everyone! First level combat readiness!"

The sharp whistle resounded on the two giant ships, and the sailors screamed and turned around on the deck.

Everyone's heart mentioned his throat.

The distance between them and the wharf is less than 100 meters, and the muzzle of the shore defense guns in the fort can be identified with the naked eye.

If... If Leched's slave army is out of control at this time...

A group of slaves capable of firing guns controlled almost undamaged turrets all over the coast, and the Andes and the Lucky Horseshoe were trapped in them, without even a trace of luck.

Damn, what happened on the shore!

Lorraine gritted his teeth and called to Acharin: "Acharin, you bring a musket team up and find Leched or his three lackeys. Bring to see me, the sooner the better."

Acharin also knew that it was a big deal, so she rarely put away her dangling air, saluted with her legs, and turned to disembark.

After a while, the boat was ups and downs and sailed away from the Andes. Acharin approached the pier and took a circle. He quickly found Leheed from the crowd, and dragged the restless captain to Lorraine.

"Captain Leheed, I'm waiting for your explanation!" Lorraine said with a violent anger.

"I will explain, but first please allow me to express my appreciation for you."

With a smile on his face, Leched hid himself in a blind spot on the dock that he couldn't see.

"Sure enough, I was right. Compared to the iron-blooded admiral and the lack of creativity, the president is more suitable to take charge of my work. Don't hesitate, don't panic, your response is perfect, thanks to you, Those French guys have no reason to doubt us anymore."

"Suspect?"

"Yes, doubt." Leched repeated, "Please continue to be vigilant, Mr. President. Although we came to the Royal British Navy for the war, we have now decided to give up the country and the country because of the atrocities committed by the slaves. In the spirit of humanity and chivalry, we will try our best to rescue the civilians who have been affected by the disaster."

Lorraine understood Leched's meaning at once: "Do you think this kind of unnecessary lie is useful?"

"Of course it works." Leched smiled confidently. "This land operation lasted 20 days. There were no prisoners alive in the process, and the soldiers of the Eighth Company never appeared on the list of looting and occupation. Even in Lefran. Sova, my people also cut in from the north along the coastline, like a special task force sent by a fleet. Every citizen we rescued can testify to this."

"But for more than 20 days of land operations, you can't hide it from everyone."

"The rumors are always unavoidable! What's more, we also defeated the Atlantic Defense Fleet this time. The furious French had a lot of reasons to plant this sudden slave riot on us. After all, there are five towns. It was ruined."

Lorraine became more interested as she listened: "Are you sure you can turn the whole thing into a spoil?"

"Actually, it's just a very simple trick." Leahide made a gesture. "I have an appointment with the two slaves to give up the guns, artillery, food and wealth looted in this way, leaving them to use as the capital of the revolution. In return, they must allow me to take away the poor mayor and the hundreds of miserable citizens picked up along the road, without showing any connection between us."

"Don't they think your handling of it is weird?"

"No. Because I told them that I would send these people to Fort-de-France and use them as a cover to launch a raid to destroy the French New World fleet. Didn't they want to occupy the mountain as king? Help me hide my identity from them favorable."

Lorraine thought it through.

Concealment, proximity, and sneak attack, in addition to overestimating the French IQ, and overestimating the destructive power of the Halloween fleet, Leched's action plan is indeed possible.

But how to put it...

People who fantasize about the founding of a nation with thousands of temporary armed mobs probably never considered the intelligence of the opponent.

Even slaves who didn't know how to use artillery could not accurately predict the power of battleships.

In addition, most importantly, Nelson had no plan to attack Fort de France at all.

By chance, Leched’s script was hopelessly stupid, but it unexpectedly made everyone feel satisfied, especially the logical interpretation, which was perfect.

Lorraine took a deep look at Leched.

This person's wickedness is deeply rooted, and as a comrade-in-arms, he is indeed perfect and competent.

Lorraine laughed playfully.

"You have destroyed five towns including Tralinite and Le Francois one after another in the past 20 days. Because of the use of bloom bombs, Le Francois' casualties were probably the heaviest. Of course. The plantations along the way will definitely be worse, but it doesn’t matter. As far as you are concerned, there shouldn’t be a living testimony there."

"This is troublesome, even for victory. What's more, the army's behavior has nothing to do with the navy, and you have no prior notification and no suitable reason. Sir Parker and Nelson would not want to share the responsibility for you."

"So you asked the survivors of Le Francois to testify for you, proving that the British soldiers abide by the norms of the civilized world and firmly chose the latter between victory and humanity."

"There may be other voices to refute, but their persuasive power will not be more powerful than that of the survivors. There may also be reports of slaves, but thugs, in order to reduce their sins, it is strange that they do not bite. matter."

"You have found an excellent excuse for Great Britain. Compared to who will bear the sins of war, it is clear that being born innocent is a better choice."

Lorraine said with emotion: "Mr. Captain, I admire your wisdom from the bottom of my heart."

Leched's beautiful face showed a little bit of shyness, not the shame of doing something wrong, but more like the embarrassment born out of praise.

He smiled and said, "Since Mr. Chairman has thought it through, what should I do next? I don't want to teach you, right?"

"Probably...no need." Lorraine sighed and raised the volume, "Command! Andes switched solid rounds, the target was near three turrets, and fired freely. Lucky Horseshoe maintained a deterrent posture to the dock crowd, and did not move!"

Leched's face suddenly turned pale: "Drake! What are you doing!"

"Play the role I should play~lightnovelpub.net~ do the play I should do." Amidst the clamor, Lorraine's voice was cold, "Look carefully at those slaves, my captain, and think about it by the way, you Did you miss some key information."

"They, those who are facing off on the dock, whether it is your soldiers or the slaves you rescued, they are not professional actors. But their acting skills successfully deceived me, that kind of hostility, kind of tension, that This kind of struggle and hesitation at the moment of life and death, and something I am most familiar with, I call it ambition."

"I know very well, that's not something an actor can perform."

Lorraine said, approaching Leheid step by step, condescendingly facing this beautiful but somewhat evil comrade.

"For the safety of you and your subordinates, I am willing to cooperate with your performance. But for the safety of me and my subordinates, I need to make the stage safer. This is the bottom line of this farce. As for how to make it perform well , This is your business, not mine."

Leched took a half step back in disgust: "Hey, coward..."

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