"Birthday does not fall as a pirate (

"When the capricious Pharaoh saw the Israelites left, he regretted it and sent his troops to chase after him."

"As soon as there was no way to go, when there was a chasing army, God separated the water of the Red Sea so that the Israelis could pass through it safely, and recombined the sea, so that the Egyptian soldiers were buried in the belly of the fish."

"Because of this great miracle, the entire nation of Israel feared and obeyed the true God. Moses sang and praised the greatness of God. His sister Miriam led the women to make peace."

The night is as cool as water.

The latitude of Boston is higher, which is different from the warmth of the four seasons in the Caribbean. It is cold here on November, and even the sea breeze has quietly gripped the knife in his hand.

Lorraine whispered the frustrated Latin script outside the water tank. Henna next to him listened and tilted her head strangely.

"Is it a weird poem again? Like the whaler's song you've sung before?"

"Probably not the same." Lorrain scratched his nose. "The Whaler's Song is just a small fishing village commemorating the ancestors. This is the famous Exodus. It was the saint of Jehovah Moses who led the Jews to escape. The narrative of leaving Egypt and going to the promised land."

"Escape from Egypt?" The Egyptians didn't understand. "Egypt is very comfortable. Why did they escape from Egypt?"

"Uh...because you can't bear slavery?"

"Is there a time when Egypt has enslaved anyone?" Hina's eyes widened unexpectedly. "I heard that since two thousand years ago, there has been a territory of Macedonia."

"After all, it has a long history." Lorraine slapped boringly. "As long as you put your origin and ancient Egypt together, God's belief will naturally be long, and no one can find out anyway."

Henna suddenly realized, and then a new curiosity reappeared.

"But the story of the miracle of Jehovah should be recorded in the Bible? Why are you so familiar?"

"It's about asking some old man in red clothes in Westminster Abbey. So many people want to be his son. He doesn't want to be his son. They are rushing to tell me some bedside story..."

"Some old man in red?"

"It's an old man from England." Lorraine chuckled and scanned the lined up gunners and seamen in front of him. "Speaking of which, the Avenger lacks the old man's stubbornness and tenacity."

"The one in the Southern District Chapel?"

"Who else can there be? Claiming to be the saint of God, and saying that Boston is a colored Jerusalem. So, isn't he already in Canaan? Going out, it seems that there is only heaven or **** left. Bar?"

...

In the back bay, on the sea, a medium-sized single-row Bermuda sail is undulating with the night waves.

Medium-sized means that the ship is much larger than an ordinary single-masted Bermuda such as the blue water drop. The length of the head and tail is generally more than 20 meters. It can be equipped with a large net catcher, or a total of 6 six-pounder guns on both sides. .

In the past two years, ocean-going fishing vessels and military communication vessels have favored this type of ship. There is no small Bermuda single vertical speed, but it is not too slow. The speed loss of two to three knots is exchanged for a huge cabin and not bad fighting. Ability, regardless of civilian or military use, appears to be easy to do.

Right now, this ship is the communications ship HMS Mackerel, a newcomer in the second formation less than half a year ago.

As one of the sea support ships promised by the Second Formation to the Army, she carried out an ocean-going fishing vessel-style modification, removed the naval gun, and replaced it with two four-pound deterrent short pipes and a large net spreader.

A few weeks ago, she secretly transported Sieg from New York to Front Bay, and then hid on Cape Cod on standby. It was not until this time that the dive into the water tank of the Haight Shipyard was reactivated, and Harry was awakened by Harry to become the eighth company. The vehicle of the task force.

In the cabin, a dozen sailors rushed up and down, carrying out the explosives packets wrapped in kraft paper and sealed with glue from the bottom cabin and stacked neatly in front of the task force headed by Ryan.

The captain of the Mackerel was whispering to Ryan's attention.

"This dynamite bag and the short harpoons on your body are the weapons of the outlaws of the Water Ghost Team. The harpoons are used for self-defense. Each person has only three targets, and many are useless. The drug bag was originally used to bomb the ship. Or cause riots, which is similar to what you are going to do today."

He held up a dynamite bag with one hand.

"Pay attention to its rubber surface. The fuse is hidden in the groove below. When it is buckled out, the hardened glue will shatter and water will seep. When you swim to the shore, the fuse will not be lit. "

"The correct way is to pick up the cable when you get to the shore, tear open the rubber covering the fuse, and then tear off the kraft paper inside..."

"Where can I find the fire?" Ryan pierced his ears with a look of embarrassment, "Since you have considered so fully, there should be waterproof flames too, right?"

"How could there be such a thing..."

"Ahhh, it's hard to do...I have explosives and no flames. Do you want me to temporarily collect materials and drill wood to make fire?"

"Night attack! How could it not be found..."

"Ryan!" Harry strode over from the stern of the ship facing the shore. "The news from the shore is that Edward Kenway has left the water tank with most of the crew. There are one hundred sixty and seventy, and he stayed. There will be no more than twenty in the warehouse."

Ryan was suddenly serious like a face change: "How long have you been away?"

"Leaving the shipyard twenty minutes ago, it should be almost in the southern zone by now."

"Mr. Smuggler looks raging..." Ryan laughed. "Gentlemen, apply the last paint, and each take three medicine packets. Let's go to the shore to set off fireworks!"

After half an hour...

A dark ghost silencing stepped on the small rocky beach by the water tank, followed by the second, the third...

Ryan raised his hand and shook it. All the task forces took off their wet rubber jackets, revealing their shiny black shirts, as well as the medicine packet and harpoon on their backs.

"Outflanked as planned. I brought a group of people in through the watergate, and Toby and Courlo brought in another two groups through the windows on both sides. Don't make noise, kill it!"

"Yes!"

"Hey... I hope this medicine bag is as waterproof as Captain Nerd said..."

Squeezing the handle of the harpoon, Ryan took a deep breath and sank back into the water.

After a while, he and the Watergate team dived into the wharf in the sump without hindrance, hid in the sound of the rushing water and surfaced, put up the plank road, and propped their arms ashore.

The pier is very quiet.

The berth was empty, and there were no star guards on the plank road. There were only seven or eight torches stuck in the wall obliquely, making a beeping sound unwillingly.

This is not beyond Ryan's expectations.

More than 90% of the people were taken away, and the remaining people couldn't prevent the huge sump. What's more, the people here had already been dazzled by anger, and they never thought they would be attacked.

"Captain... what a woman would be." Ryan sighed with emotion, shook the harpoon and ordered softly, "Shake off the water on his body, remove the rubber on the fuse, and go to the two people to take those Pick up the torch and lighten your hands and feet."

The players dispersed quickly.

Ryan casually tore the lagging on the fuse, leaned slowly to the inner door of the dock, and listened.

At the end of the door is the main storehouse of the water tank. Normally, the ammunition prepared for the Saints regiment is there. At this moment, it should be wrapped in oilcloth, lying in a wooden box stuffed with hay, neatly stacked.

I heard that the last time the cabin was detonated, many intact guns were eventually salvaged, which made Ryan regret for a long time.

This time I will definitely not repeat the same mistakes again.

The sump does not have as many solid partitions as the cabin. Although the explosives around it are not as large as the piles in the cabin, since there is no need to waste a piece of gunpowder to break the bulkhead, hundreds of kilograms of explosion are enough to save the rest. Each of his guns was exploded into two pieces.

The soldiers of the Saints Group are all fanatic Puritans. After these two natural punishments, they must also understand that God does not want them to become an army, right?

Explosives must be used... If you think about it this way, the captain is really bad.

Too much appetite.

While thinking about it, Ryan touched the familiar and dry fuse three times in a row, and there happened to be a soft sound of a corpse falling from a height across the door.

Toby and Courlow seem to have succeeded...

Ryan took a deep breath, checked the harpoon again, and took a raging torch from his free hand.

"Worked, gentlemen."

The door was pushed open by Ryan, and a strong light pierced his eyes. The sudden shudder caused Ryan to step back and hide behind the soldier.

He sees clearly...

Opposite him, the gate of the main warehouse and the hanging corridors on the left and right were full of people. There were hundreds of people. Everyone was holding a beautiful new French Charville. The guns of the black hole were all pointed at him. The direction.

Torches, spears, and wind chimes all formed the picture of the main warehouse, except for the piles of munitions boxes in his imagination.

Wait... wind chimes?

Ryan's pupils shrank suddenly, and all of a sudden he saw the pure black wind chimes hanging in the hanging corridor.

More than 20 long ropes hung the necks of more than 20 task force members. They were hanged neatly in the main warehouse, with their eyes wide open and their necks pulled long.

Only one rope was burned, and a corpse fell on the ground. It was Ryan's trusted deputy Toby.

"Edward Kenway..."

The crowd on the opposite side sighed jokingly, and the voice was like a broken gong, and it was possible to distinguish the child's voice that had not faded away.

"I guess you must be curious about where those guns went." Pierce hid behind the layers of people, sneakingly without showing any figure, "Actually, they are in the Southern District, busy strangling a group of lowly slaves who blaspheme God. "

Ryan gritted his teeth: "It seems this is a trap..."

"As you can see, absolutely correct."

"Where is Edward Kenway? I have heard his voice at close range, and I can be sure that he is not a little **** with no hair!"

"You said the captain..." Pierce chuckled. "As the main provider of information, the captain is taking a company of Saints soldiers to participate in the encirclement and suppression. In order to show solemnity, most of the seafarers you know Also together. Isn't this answer surprising?"

"Really careful!"

"Thank you for the compliment~lightnovelpub.net~ but there was no response." Pierce patted the sailor on the back, "all of them, ready..."

"Explosives! Low!"

boom!

Ryan threw a packet of explosives, tumbling, and flew to the center of the unmanned main warehouse, suddenly exploding!

The loud noise disrupted the rhythm of the encirclement and suppression like a starting gun. The gunfire of Charleville and the light noise of the harpoon broke out in a mess. The sound of them was screams, snoring, and heartstrings of helplessness. Begging.

After only two or three minutes, the shot started and stopped.

Thirty daring waters carried the dragoons out of the queue, driving away the gunpowder and rushing into the dock.

They did not encounter any counterattack.

The thick inner door is densely covered with holes, and the door line is full of corpses.

Stained blood flowed across the surroundings, and the faces painted in horror were frozen and dimmed in the light of the fire, creating a narrow passage between adults and hell.

Karen and Acharin found the nervous Pierce with the unfired dragoon.

Acharinjian smiled and said, "Your honorable commander, the results of the ambush have been counted."

"How...how?"

"Infiltrate twenty people first and destroy them all. The next fourteen...only thirteen corpses were found."

Pierce couldn't believe it: "Anyone ran away?"

"Probably it was scared away by our wise commander, who knows?"

Karen pushed Acharin away, condescendingly, solemnly.

"Do you know where your problem is?"

Pierce shook his head dejectedly.

"The Frenchman and I were in control of the scene in the first half. There is no problem with your command. In the second half... I remembered a word the captain said to me before."

"Brother... what did you say?"

"Villain, often die of talking too much."