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"Stable...stable! Turn on the oars, don't panic, and hold your respective oars! Holding the oars will not overturn the boat..."

The storm was mixed with Barto's cry, and on the shore of San Carlos Lake, a small boat undulated hard in the wind and rain.

They have completed most of the journey, and as long as they reach the shore, they will be able to reach the end.

However, the upturned lake waves were swept to the land by the wind, hit the embankment and smashed to pieces, creating fine turbulence, retreating and intertwining regardless of depth, and weaving a large area of ​​unpredictable moments between advance and retreat. Shore vortex.

The swift boat plunged in, and was unlucky enough to be pushed back less than 20 meters offshore. Only then was it caught by the vortex, and let them be thrown high, smashed, dropped, and smashed by the violent nature. ...

Lorraine stood with his arms folded on the bow, his feet motionless as if the wind was high and the waves were raging.

"Barto, take Daniel ashore safely, don't let the boat overturn."

"Yes!"

A swift wave came and pressed against the boat with his head and face, Barto struggled to wipe the water off his face and shouted to Lorraine.

"Captain! I plan to give up the four oar positions, lock the oars on the side to improve stability, and at the same time let the sailors go into the water and use human power to push the boat out of the vortex!"

"This is your problem." Lorraine took care of the belt of the Sabre. "You need to think about it yourself."

Bator was shocked: "You want to..."

"Have waited long enough. I want to know the condition of San Carlos earlier, that is our way of retreat."

Another big wave came up, Lorraine drew his knife abruptly, held it with both hands, jumped up, and flew!

The water and iron roared like artillery, and the waves broke.

At the moment of falling into the water, Lorraine's voice reached the boat: "Leif, let's go."

"Okay!"

A few minutes later, two big fish leaped out of the water, their sturdy arms supported the embankment and lifted Lorraine and Leif onto the lakeshore.

The lakeshore is very quiet.

The chaos of the war is still clear here, the paving stone slabs are bumpy, the exquisite fountain no longer sees the water, the beautiful flowerbeds once full of flowers are densely covered with hideous cracks, the thick yellow muddy water leaks from the cracks, soaking one side, dirty Dirty.

But compared to twenty days ago, the changes here are stark.

At the top of the two widest plank roads, a wooden tower facing the lake was built, the coastal fortresses were opened, and dozens of light and heavy artillery were added to the lake embankment, only covered with a simple cannon, covered with rain cloth to block the rain.

The cannon canopy is crudely made, and through the wide gaps, Lorraine can see the piles of projectiles and gunpowder, indicating that this place is in a state of war, and of course it is dealing with the possible threat of Grenada.

What made Lorraine most delighted was that he saw the red uniforms standing guard against the rain on the dock.

The pier is a key bridgehead in the fight against Grenada, but it is not an important place for the town in any case.

The presence of Spencer's soldiers here at least shows that the order in the town is still in order, far from developing to Lorraine's most worrying situation.

He let out a long sigh of relief, got up and left the hiding place, and walked towards the nearest lobster soldier.

The patrol sentry was very alert. Although his monitoring direction made him turn his back to Lorraine, although the surrounding wind and rain obscured the scattered noises, Lorraine only took three steps before he raised his gun sharply and turned around.

"Don't move, sir, tell me who you serve!" He asked loudly, "It has been raining for more than 20 days. No one will come to this lake for a walk in such a ghostly weather!"

Lorraine frowned: "If I were you, I would definitely not show such obvious hostility before I was sure I could control it for four weeks."

Before speaking, Leif carried the shield from the other side and launched a charge.

His big foot stepped on the uneven slate floor, splashed the puddles, crushed the bluestone, and every step was heavy and fast.

The sentry hurriedly turned around, but there was no time to pull the trigger, and Leif's shield was raised, and the barrel of the maritime commuter was smashed into twists with a bang.

"Name, soldier!"

The sentry sat down on the ground, gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Lorraine strode up to his canopy to shelter from the rain and looked at him: "You just asked me who I serve. I am a mercenary hired by the Royal British Navy for naval operations, Lorraine Drake, my service. The subject is Colonel Horatio Nelson, the commander-in-chief of the sea-capture operation, understand?"

The sentry was dumbfounded: "Will... Mr. Chairman?"

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"The troop became ill fourteen days ago. A soldier fainted while building a watchtower. We didn't pay much attention to it at that time. After all, such heavy rains are hard to survive. We are in the hinterland of the enemy country, both in front of and behind us. At the beginning of the war, it is normal for a few people to have a mental breakdown. In fact, he is not the first soldier to pass out at work."

The villa of the Port Authority, Nelson's temporary residence for himself.

Lorraine walked upstairs quickly, accompanied by Spencer. Along the way, Spencer was narrating the ins and outs of the plague.

"We found that he was different from the previously unconscious soldier on the third day after the onset of his illness. Generally, soldiers under excessive mental stress would get better in one to two days, but he didn't. The more sick he got, the more sick he became. Burned."

"On the day he had a fever, seven other soldiers fell ill. Four were in the same barracks as him, two were his personal friends, and the last was an orderly soldier whom I sent to take care of him."

"The plague spread. The third batch of 16 people became ill, followed by 12, 9 and 22... In just 14 days I have organized 37 funerals, and 91 people in the barracks are still sick. 33 people had mild cough and fever."

"The doctor here refuses to serve us. Your ship doctor is the only doctor we can find right now. I tried to contact you from the day when the third batch of illness appeared, but the waves on the lake were too windy, and we did not have enough good at sailing here. Soldiers... It seems that I need to fill in six more notices of death, right?"

"I'm afraid it is like this." Lorraine and Spencer stopped in front of Mara's bedroom. "Your people only found me this morning. In order to come over, I spent three hours in the wind and waves. Oar... is the colonel in there?"

"It's inside." Spencer nodded. "The orderly is getting us protective suits..."

"No, tropical diseases are not severe infectious diseases. People who can contract them are idiots, and the one inside is no exception!"

After speaking, Lorraine opened the door with his boots and saw a thin, pale Nelson on the bed.

Whether it was because of being awakened by Lorraine or not sleeping, Nelson quickly opened his eyes and looked at Lorraine with red, bloodshot and muddy eyes.

"You saw me..." he said, "Is my condition terrible?"

"Very bad, if you don't get treatment, you will probably die here." Lorraine told the truth.

"It seems that you are very dissatisfied with my illness..." Nelson smiled wryly, "Yes, tropical disease, every rainforest-related tactical manual has a response to it. I should have been prepared for it. , Even from the beginning, the disease should not have a chance to spread."

"But it did spread." Lorraine recalled for a moment. "The major said that the plague had killed 37 people, infected 91 people, 33 people with symptoms, and 6 people disappeared on the lake in order to find me~www .lightnovelpub.net~Your troops have lost the ability to attack, what are you going to do next?"

"What to do? God doesn't seem to want to see me gain real merit..." Nelson grinned sadly, "I feel my weakness, cold hands and feet, and abdominal cramps. I can't sleep, and I see countless ghosts as soon as I fall asleep. Shadow is entrenched by my side, biting my flesh and blood, but no one wants to tell me why God hates me. Drake, do you know?"

Lorraine had a strange face: "Colonel, are you going to let a pagan judge your faith?"

"Did I?" Nelson was stunned for a while, as if recalling his previous words, "It seems I'm really burnt. Drake..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Spencer walked in, wrapped in protective suits, who looked like an astronaut.

"Drake, your ship doctor and sailor are here. We'd better get the doctor to see the doctor first, and talk about the rest until the colonel is out of danger."

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