"We must realize that we will become a city on a mountain, and everyone's eyes are on us."

"Therefore, if we are vain to our God about what we are doing... we will become the legend and the laughing stock of the whole world."

"We will make the enemy speak words that slander the way of God! We will make many of God's worthy servants ashamed! Let their prayers turn into a curse on us! Until we leave the beautiful land where we are heading..."

On the podium in the assembly hall of the Old North Church, a stocky soldier in a general uniform was passionately quoting "A Model of Christian Charity" by John Winthrop.

He is the American hero Paul Revere. He has a kind and round face. He can't see any sharp edges and corners all over his body. He is like a good old man everywhere in the country. He can't even do business very well.

People shouldn't be in appearance, maybe they are talking about this kind of person.

At the age of 45, he is already an idol and role model for all American soldiers. He is well-known for his decisiveness and action.

Now he is preaching for his new army.

Under the platform were full of strong and neat young people. From the perspective of soldiers, each one was the best choice.

But Lorraine noticed that only about half of them were carrying spears, and there was sadness on each face. Sadness was mixed with piety and high spirits, slowly blending into something called hatred.

General Revere should have noticed too.

When preaching to the highest place, he suddenly changed his words.

"Career will bleed!"

"Today will bleed, and tomorrow will bleed. You will bleed, and I will bleed too."

"Our business is a ship floating on a sea of ​​blood. Without blood, our business will eventually run aground and we will never sail to the other side."

"But! Ask yourself, young gentlemen, are you ready to bleed?"

"If you are ready, why do I see hatred on your faces?"

"It is the enemy who hurt us, the enemy who oppresses us, and the enemy who enslaves us!"

"Our Lord has enemies, those demons. In order to protect the goodness in our hearts, the war between the Lord and the enemy has never stopped. But will the Lord defeat them with hatred?"

"will not!"

"God is the ultimate benevolence, the eternal goodness in the world. He went to fight because fighting can bring hope to believers, not because killing can pacify anger!"

"We are his believers! We will kill the enemy, we will fight, and we will defeat every opponent standing in front of us. But our reason for doing this should not be hatred, there should not be hatred! That will only make us fall, only Will make us narrow!"

"Our battle will bring freedom to Boston. Our sacrifice, our blood, our future and life will build a great America, and the blood of every comrade-in-arms will not shed in vain!"

"Young gentlemen, please let go of the hatred in your heart, please expel the devil around you, and face your future battles with piety and kindness."

"God was with the pioneers, and hope that He can also be with us, Amen."

"Amen!"

...

The rally was over, and the Saints Corps of the Boston Corps in northern Massachusetts was officially established.

They will establish a garrison on Kaupp Mountain, and the veteran militia and the Liberty Sons Corps stationed on Beacon Hill will be in a distant contrast, or...

The Bunker Hill Garrison and the Charles River Formation are used to contain the Trailblazers in Back Bay, and the Saints of Copp's Hill contain the Freedom Sons of Beacon Hill?

Without the goal of civil war, can such naive deterrence really achieve the goal?

Or does it mean that in a corner where Lorraine does not know and understand, there are new hidden facts about the so-called instability?

Lorraine couldn't figure it out.

After the rally was over, the people watching the ceremony gathered together to express their congratulations to Revere.

"A perfect sermon, Mr. Revere. It would be a convincing statement even if it were placed in the Philadelphia Congress Hall."

Jefferson introduced Lorraine to everyone with a smile.

"This is Mr. Edward Kenway, Baltimore's best friend. He has never challenged the northern route before, but as soon as he heard that Boston needed help, he drove over across the oceans and left the British along the way far away. Behind."

Lorraine bowed and greeted slightly.

Revere's round eyes flashed with admiration that was extremely inconsistent with his status.

"Wow! Go straight through the Drake Pirate Group, are you the son of God?"

Lorraine laughed and laughed, and just as he was about to explain, the hooked nose on the side intervened first.

"Paul, you are also the commander of the army in Boston now. Don't talk about ignorance as you used to. It's just a smuggling ship, penetrating the British sea defense line? Straight?"

Revere's face flushed suddenly: "How can Mr. Kenway get from the south to the north if he doesn't cross the line of defense?"

"Uh……"

Quite awkwardly silent.

Seeing that Lorraine didn't mean to argue at all, Jefferson introduced it in his ear in a low voice.

"That is Mr. Luke Hyman, the commander of the Trail Blazers. The Trail Blazers are the civilian army in the Back Bay. The funding comes from the Seamen's Guild. Therefore, although their army has only one regiment, it has its own **** fleet. Ships, one of which is still a Tier 4 ship."

Hearing the Tier 4 ships, Lorraine finally raised an eyebrow: "The Charles River Formation does not seem to have Tier 4 ships, right?"

"There are only two Tier 5 ships, but they are all new ships from Baltimore."

"That's really a shame...After all, in the eyes of the land duck, the artillery port is the representative of strength."

Jefferson could only smile wryly.

The two were chattering, the only tall and thin gentleman in the circle who did not speak reached out to Lorraine.

"Roger Kidalil, the captain of the Son of Liberty." He introduced himself very briefly, "I heard that you took a huge risk to send him supplies of ammunition. Please believe that Boston will never Forget this kindness."

Lorraine shook his hand suspiciously.

It's weird. Save the book

As a smuggler, it was the Continental Army who bought the gun from Lorraine, and the Saints regiment received the gun. This should have been a secret.

Who on earth did Kidalil listen to?

No matter who leaked this secret, he should have thought of it when it leaked that it would put the Continental Army in danger of favoring one over the other.

If the militia in Boston had no rebellion, this kind of accusation might arouse dissatisfaction. If the rebellion was already there, such a centrifugal behavior would give them a great deal...

Paul Revere? Or is it Jefferson or someone from the Continental Army?

Lorraine decided not to admit it, pretending to be deaf, and changed the subject.

He looked at the beautiful lady behind Kidalil.

"I heard Mr. Governor say that today is a gathering of the strong army in Boston, but I didn't expect Mr. Kiddallil to bring the beautiful lady here."

"Ma'am?" Kiddallil smiled faintly. "Mr. Kenway misunderstood. Miss Teresia is my daughter's tutor. I heard that Mr. Kenway is from Louisiana. I am worried that you only speak French. Miss Laofan acted as an interpreter for me."

"Translation? Miss Teresia is French?"

"Netherlands, but it doesn't prevent me from knowing French?" Sig smiled sweetly, stepped from behind Kidalil and turned to his side, lifting the skirt and leaning in salute to Lorraine." Sigrid Christina Teresia greets you."

"Sigrid Christina Theresia..." Lorraine frowned in return. "Your name is not very Dutch."

"Austria belongs to the Netherlands."

"That's why it's the Netherlands, not the Netherlands, is it?"

"You really understand things in Europe."

Lorraine was shocked: "I just heard some jokes from business partners, it's far from understanding, you're overwhelmed."

Both of these conversations were spoken in French, skillful and precise, and mixed with some uncommon local slang and accents. Obviously, they had been immersed for a long time, and no one could find a flaw in the other party.

The ceremonial conversation should be over here, but Sieg didn't seem to want to let Lorraine go, and asked with a clever smile.

"Is Mr. Kenway not good at English?"

"Um?"

"Just now Mr. Kiddall thanked you for taking the risk to send arms to Boston. Even if you have no intentions, you should express your gratitude accordingly."

Lorraine's head hurt...

"arms……"

"It was Massachusetts who asked me personally for help, just to pull a thread in the middle." Jefferson waved his hand to join the battle group. "As you know, the Qing Church is just an ethical convention organization, unlike the United Chamber of Commerce and Back Bay in the Southern District. The seamen’s guild in China is so communicative. Considering that it’s all for our business, I asked Mr. Kenway to run this trip."

"So it's like this..."

In intrigue, in intrigue, there is no familiar and cooperative Carmen by his side, and the most unspeakable secret is spread out in front of the opponent. Lorraine feels extremely hard.

Fortunately, Jefferson has a deep speaking skill, even without prior rehearsal, he can still give appropriate assists.

After everyone talked freely, Lorraine boarded Jefferson's carriage wearily, leaned against the window, and sighed.

Jefferson shook his head and closed the car door.

"Mr. Revere was born as a son of freedom. This time the formation of the Saints Group also took advantage of the old power. This is my negligence."

"The delivery is early..." Lorraine murmured, "Mr. Governor, that Miss Teresia is really a tutor from the Austrian Netherlands?"

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know, that look, that voice, and that kind of temperament that is definitely not kind, I always feel...I should have met her."

The same doubts bothered Sieg.

Coming out of the Old North Church, she broke up with Kidalil and went to the Wesley Street flower shop not far away.

This is not the time to meet, but because of the recent assassination, she knows that someone will be waiting for her here.

Sure enough, she had only arrived soon, and a light whistle came from behind her.

"Beautiful lady, would you like to have a drink with me?"

Sig sipped coldly. "Will you go to bed after drinking, Mr. Lane?"

Ryan's face paled suddenly: "Go... it's forgiving, right? I've passed that time, and now I'm really not interested in fencing."

"Really..." Sig seemed a little regretful, "What happened this morning, is there any gain?"

"We followed the three policies that escaped and found something interesting."

"thing?"

"In the Southern District Mary Daya Chapel, there is a missionary spreading the color revolution among the slaves. The name of that missionary is...Ivan King Leched."

"Vengeance... Leheed? Revenge to Leheed?" Sieg's face became very exciting, "Black? Or Indian?"

"It seems that the Indian was hanged? The black man disappeared on the night of the tragedy~lightnovelpub.net~ Ryan laughed so badly.

Sig slapped his forehead: "Yes, yes, I remember. What's his name? Ryder? Leonard? Richard? Jed?"

"It's Sander..."

"Sund! Yes, the son of the chief, the brother-in-law of the trafficker, the patriarch of the ruined tribe, the expert who uses the sugar press, is the clever young man!"

"Do you want to take him away?"

"Take it away...it's not troublesome." Sieg frowned nicely. "By the way, there is a smuggler named Edward Kenway. Go and figure out where his ship is."

Mr. Ryan couldn't figure it out: "Does Sander even have a boat?"

"It's not the same thing." Sig was pacing quickly, back and forth, back and forth. "Kidaliel said there was a large amount of ammunition to be armed to the Saints in the past two days, but it hasn't been delivered yet, so the cargo should still be on board. ."

"Sander is a variable and must be eliminated, otherwise Boston will stay insecure. The Saints are also a variable. You can't watch them being armed..."

"I suddenly had a good plan to kill two birds with one stone..."

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