San Carlos is small.

As a military fortress that collects taxes on its main business and defends the land by its sideline business, it has not considered the possibility of accommodating the manor when building the land.

The three armies in the city are in their own hands. The Commander’s Residence, the Lakeside Port Authority and the Watergate Command Post are the residences of the three chief military officers. To some extent, they are equivalent to living together with officers and soldiers.

Lorraine received a warm reception from Mara in the villa-like lakeside port authority annex building.

"Ruhr, my dear Ruhr Sebrian, there has been no news for three days. I thought you were like a coward and ran away before the chance to change your fate."

Lorraine greeted him with a smile, bowed, stroking his chest.

"Even if I was dull, I should guess that the only hotel in the city is the property of the garrison fleet. New Cadiz...your uncle served in the Mediterranean fleet?"

"Every admiral of the garrisoned fleet was born in the Mediterranean Fleet..." Mara couldn't hide the embarrassment on his face, "Ruhr, I'm glad you made the right decision."

"Just like you said, my family doesn't allow me to reject the friendship of a powerful officer. That is our shortcoming, and I hope to make up for it in my hands."

"Yes, flaws, you are very smart." Mara stepped up and glanced at Leif and Barto behind Lorraine. "Let your brave guards wait downstairs. I have wine in the study. We You can talk slowly."

This is a very reasonable request, but Lorraine shrugged helplessly.

"Mr. Major, the guards are my father's. Ever since I had a fight with the smuggler in New Orleans, my father would not allow them to leave me."

"Are you on guard?"

"It's really my father's request. For this reason, he deliberately chose two hard-hearted eyes."

Mala fixedly looked at Lorraine for a long time.

"Wish to follow along. Although my study is not big, there is always a place for two people to stand."

…

After the discordant opening, the three of Lorraine followed the five of Mara into the study.

The major showed his stupidity as always. Seeing Lorraine with a guard, even if it was temporarily assigned to night duty, he still had to take advantage of the so-called ridiculous advantage in the scene.

Eight people squeezed into the small study at a time. Two guards stood by the door and two guards by the window, each holding a spear like a guard.

If Leif and Barto didn't see them, they stood behind Lorraine with their hands crossed, their heads high and their eyes kept straight.

Lorraine naturally has a seat.

He and Mara sat on the sofa, with wine in the middle, and no one meant to raise a glass.

Silence, silence, silence for more than ten minutes, Mara finally lost patience.

"Dear Ruhr, there will always be choices in one's life. Once you have made a decision, don't hesitate anymore. Hesitation will only appear stupid."

"You misunderstood, Mr. Major. I'm not hesitating, I'm just weighing."

"Oh? Weighing?"

"Yes." Lorraine raised his head, "Some things need to be weighed, such as retreat, such as protection. Of course, everything is based on success, I understand my value, if I fail, I am just a shameful traitor."

"It's nice to hear such a wise speech." Mara smiled heartily. "Then what are you weighing? Maybe I can help."

"Of course you can help me." Lorraine straightened up. "In fact, if you want to ignite the gunpowder depot in the civilian military camp, you are the only one who can help me."

With a smile still on his face, Mara's expression suddenly twitched: "Are you going to blow up the arsenal in the barracks?"

"Of course! Since you want to show the slack and stupidity of the civilian army through the accident, of course the bigger the accident, the better."

Mara swallowed fiercely: "But that was the casualties of hundreds of people, and there was still a battalion of munitions..."

"It's just a mere militia. It's easy to recruit." Lorraine simply threw back the original words three days ago. "And Mr. Major, you miscalculated the priorities."

"Me? Wrong estimate?"

Lorraine stood up long, walked in a circle until Mara was behind, pressed his shoulder, and stared at the night view of the fortress outside the window.

This window faces east, and Lorraine can easily distinguish the towering bell tower of the church. Its silhouette is thrust into the sky like a sword. The moon is adorned behind it, and it looks big and bright.

Lorraine patted Mara on the shoulder.

"Mr. Major, there are two munitions depots in this fortress. The main depot was in the center of the barracks. The result of the explosion was dead and missing guns; the secondary depot was built at the joint between the two walls, and the result of the explosion is likely to be a large wall. Collapsed."

"Which result hurt San Carlos more? Obviously, the latter."

"The barracks are militia camps. They live there. How many people die and how many guns they throw are the militia's business. Even if the fortress commander is replaced, it is also the militia's business. It will not become San Carlos' business."

"And the collapse of the wall is different. The core threat of San Carlos has always been the natives and beasts of the rainforest. If the wall is there, the city is safe. If the wall falls..."

Mara gritted his teeth: "In a fortress without walls, resist the beast wave and barbarians, even if you try to survive, the next commander will be incompetent!"

"That's it."

Lorraine held Mara’s shoulders, smiled and whispered, the voice was not rushing, seducing, and spurring the evil at the bottom of the heart.

"Mr. Major, which is more important, which is more important, and which is more urgent. In order to save more lives, sometimes a small number of people must be sacrificed. This is a kind deed that only an honest and benevolent gentleman knows."

"This is... a good deed?"

"You will achieve your goals, and you will keep the fortress safe and keep the people in the city. If this is not a kind act, what else is a kind act?"

"This is... a good deed!" Mara clenched his fist firmly, his face was hideous, like a ghost, "Ruhr, you are right, I almost forgot, every life has the same value in the eyes of God!"

"We are nobles appointed by God to the world, messengers, and the gospel! We cannot and should not put the people of the city into a dangerous situation for the sake of a few unloving lowly militias. This is irresponsibility to the innocent. It is even more irresponsible for the Lord!"

"US…"

Lorraine listened to his impassioned speech, and suddenly saw the clock tower on the opposite side gleaming like a spark.

The sense of crisis instantly overflowed all over his body, he dragged Mala down to the ground without thinking about it, rudely, even the other person and the sofa under him tipped over!

Bang!

This is the sound of the sofa hitting the carpet, and the sound of gunshots floating in the distance.

The gunfire resounded!

The glass of the window smashed and shattered, and a lead bullet slammed on the metal decoration on the foot of the sofa.

Mara dully lay down on the ground, with his mouth open in a daze.

"Lu... Ruhr..."

"The bell tower is a hunting soldier, the distance is accurate..."

Bang!

Lorraine's words were interrupted by another gunshot. An unlucky soldier was looking for the target in confusion. Suddenly a huge blood spatter burst out of his chest, and the whole person flew out.

The first deceased appeared. The blood of the deceased was splashed on the ground, on the wall, splashed on Mara’s face, and Mara began to struggle.

The whole room was in chaos. Barto and Leif were the first to hide themselves behind the wall.

Lorraine stood up, kicked a soldier who was in the way, dragged the horse, and forced him to the dead corner against the wall.

At this time, the third gunshot sounded and the second soldier fell to the ground.

Lorraine pressed Marathi to issue an order solemnly: "Barto, the church bell tower, 350 meters away, he has at least three Kentucky in his hands, don't let him be too relaxed!"

"Yes!"

Bartof lowered his body to take off the deceased's spear and bullets, tore open the shell, loaded the lead shot, compacted it, and banged back in the direction of the clock tower.

The effective range of the musket is only 30 meters. Even if Barto is the leader of Drake's shooters, it can only maintain a relative accuracy of 50-70 meters.

The talent of hunting soldiers is something that can't be met.

Among the people Lorraine knows, only Pierce can hit a target 100 meters away with a musket. If you switch to the Kenta baseline musket, a sniper rifle of this era, you can barely maintain an accuracy of about 300 meters on land.

The hunter on the opposite side is likely to be more talented than Pierce!

Barto can't hold down the hunter.

Lorraine knew that Barto's counterattack could not pose a threat to the hunter at all. All he could do was to use his actions to provide guidance to the incompetent guards so that they would not cause trouble to himself at this time.

At least at this point, Lorraine did it.

Bator cautiously launched a counterattack to the bell tower, and the two alive guards quickly followed suit and ran to the window to probe their heads.

The clock tower experienced a full five-minute window period, and gunfire started again.

The first shot was empty and broke a glass ornament on the closet. The second shot caught up with an unknowing soldier who probed back and shot his head headshot with blooming eyebrows.

The soldier fell straight down, and Lorraine and Barto said at the same time.

"Three guns!" "It's three guns!"

"Leif, go get him out!"

"Oh!!"

The burly Viking man finally waited for his order.

He took off the shield, drew out the sword, and yelled up to the sky, and immediately put the big shield in front of him, smashing the window lattice.

Bang!

The third gunshot sounded and hit the shield with a pop, and Leif flew down from the second floor, weighing his weight on the ground like a heavy weight.

"Oh!!!"

Rows of gunfire came from the broken window without warning, accompanied by screams, screams, and pleadings, mostly Spanish voices.

Mara's stone sculpture shrank in the corner, his face pale and confused.

"Lu...Mr. Sebylian..."

"What's wrong?"

"You just... seemed to speak English..."

Lorraine's eyebrows were raised insignificantly.

I was in a hurry just now, so naturally I hummed out my mother tongue, which I usually speak the most. I didn't expect to be heard by this idiot Marathi.

What is going to mess up at a critical time?

He glanced at Mara dissatisfiedly, and he couldn't help but tremble when he saw Mara.

"Mr. Major, they were sent by my father to protect me, not to contribute to the Kingdom of Spain."

"Bator is English and Leif is Norwegian. In order for them to understand my orders accurately, I can only communicate with them in English."

"It's not comfortable!" Lorraine used unusual accents, "but you need to understand that in this desperate industry, we can hardly find the top Spaniards."

Mara finally understood.

Whether he really understood or forced himself to understand, he accepted Lorraine's explanation anyway.

He carefully put his eyes on the broken window lattice: "Mr. Sebylian, your guard seems to be in conflict with mine..."

"That's not Leif." Lorraine shook his head and stood up. "Barto, protect Major Mara. He is related to the future of our family."

"Yes! Master!"

After explaining the beginning and the end, Lorraine slowly drew out his thin sword and looked at Marathi.

"That's not Leif, Mr. Major. I guess someone might be a step faster than you..."

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