"There are 4 people in the two outposts, two in each, one facing outwards and one facing inward." Blackbeard put down the sight glass, "Unsurprisingly, Bai Zhi has already spotted us."

　　 "You said he found us?" Canaanite's guard, Ducchio Tessari, a well-known musketeer throughout the New World region, frowned.

　　 "Even if it is a heavily guarded manor, it is impossible for the sentry to remain vigilant for a long time, especially now it is late at night. There is only one reason that can support their high vigilance, that is, they have been notified of a possible attack."

　　 "In other words, these sentries are abandoned sons?"

"Abandoned son?" Blackbeard gave Duccio a strange look. "Mr. Siwei, I heard that you have a record of winning 37 duels so far. Have you ever participated in a real war? That kind of over 100 Human scale, life or death battle."

　　 Du Qiao squinted his eyes: "Mexon Wilfert, are you laughing at me?"

Blackbeard grinned and shook his head: "Human life is fragile, and one shot can kill you. If you have participated in a large-scale battle, you will know that there are no abandoned children on the battlefield, but if you fall into the battle group, Everyone is a castaway again."

　　 "Hey, self-righteous pirate philosopher..."

　　……

　　 Ulrich looked at the bronze bell hanging from the post for the thirty-fourth time tonight.

　　 It was an old clock. It was almost the size of a human head, and the clock face had no patterns. Everything was simple and simple. Only a rope was hanging down from the middle and it was swinging within reach.

　　 Pull the rope to ring the bell, but...is it really going to ring tonight?

　　 Ulrich turned his head and scanned the deep night.

　　 Almost an hour ago, the guard at the other side of the villa sent a second-level alert.

　　 Level 2 means that the enemy is found.

　　The possible enemy is hidden in the night, I don’t know when it will come, or even if it will come.

　　 This is the most difficult time. In the process of searching for the enemy, the mind will always lose control.

　　 I thought about whether I would die, what it was like when I died, and what **** would be like after I died, and then I scared myself, the more I thought about it, the more I was afraid.

　　Ulrich didn't like this feeling. He didn't like the **** enemy really appearing, and he didn't like the two solitary outposts standing on either side of the gate.

　　His post is called the defense post, but it is different from the watch tower built on the back of the villa. Their job is not defense at all, it's just an early warning.

　　 There is a forest in front, a forest on the left, and a forest on the right. Backward are the extended roads in the village and the rising anti-charge grass slopes, which strictly shield the main body of the villa, and build a high wall in the view of people.

　　 "Find the enemy, sound the alarm bell, then surrender... Find the enemy, sound the alarm bell, then surrender... Find the enemy, sound...!"

　　 Ulrich saw a dark shadow in a daze, like a ghostly ape emerged from the forest, breathing across an open area of ​​seven or eight meters wide, and disappeared in the moat.

　　 His hair exploded suddenly, and one hand held his companion beside him: "Orvis, Governor's Island...is there a monkey?"

　　 "Monkey?" The young Oviedo was confused, "Old Ulrich, there are such nasty things everywhere, Governor Island...probably there are also?"

　　 "Probably? I want to be sure, don't pretend to understand there!"

"Are you crazy?" Oviedo shrugged away from Ulrich, frowning and rubbing his arm. "Monkey? Yes! Although I came to Governors Island for the first time like you, I promise that the monkey is the one. The true aborigines on this island are not Dutch, British, Americans, nor Indians. The monkeys are the aborigines! Understand!"

　　 "Hug... I'm sorry, Oviedo." Ulrich leaned weakly against the wall, "I'm probably too nervous..."

　　 Oviedo sighed, untied his water bag and threw it over.

　　 "Old guy, I know you are worried, but President Drake said, our mission is just to sound the alarm."

　　 "Whether those guys are jumping over the wall, swimming, or swaggering past our feet, we just need to sound the alarm and the task is complete."

　　 He made a grimace: "Look, although after surrendering, there will definitely be a meal of flesh and blood, but as long as we don't resist, there will be no danger to our lives."

"A meal for a one-hundred-pound subsidy, old Ulrich! We are not the lucky ones of the Drake Chamber of Commerce. According to Prundit’s treatment, so much gold, even if we don’t eat or drink, we have to Save for four years!"

　　 "Maybe you are right, Orvis..." Ulrich picked up the water sac. "Maybe I just..."

Well!

　　 A muffled cry of pain came from not far behind, Ulrich looked back abruptly, and saw a small, monkey-like black figure riding on the shoulders of Chevka, another tower.

　　 His hands are unusually long, each holding a crescent-like slender hook. The hooks are wrapped around Chefka's neck, one left and one right, reflecting the moonlight.

　　唰!

　　 His arms spread out like wings, accompanied by an indescribable light and crisp cracking sound. Chefka's head fell from his neck, and his broken neck leaned forward with his body, spewing out gushing plasma.

　　The murderer raised his head!

　　 Ulrich saw a pair of eyes with no joy and anger, and behind those eyes saw the limp body of another sentry.

　　 "Oh... Orvis... pull the clock..."

no answer.

　　 Sweat instantly covered Ulrich's face, irritating his wide eyes all the time. But he did not dare to wipe his sweat, did not dare to look back, did not dare to verify the life and death of his companions, did not dare to look away for a moment.

　　 is like being stared at by a hungry jaguar...

　　 It was obvious that he was separated from those eyes by a distance of nearly 8 meters, even the one with the ribs and wings could hardly threaten his life, but the biological instincts kept telling him.

　　He will die.

　　 If you move your eyes away, you will die, you will die if you stay where you are, you will die if you run away, and you will die if you surrender...

Dead.

　　 It's dead~lightnovelpub.net~ It's dead, it's dead!

　　 Ulrich suddenly wanted to understand.

　　 He bit his lip, turned his head abruptly, and threw his arm out as he twisted, grabbing the rope behind him with the fastest speed and the greatest strength.

　　噗!

　　 Something stabbed him in the arm and missed the trajectory of the palm movement, so that he could not grasp the rope close at hand.

　　噗! puff! puff!

　　 He was hit in the chest, throat, and lower abdomen. He fell to his knees, and the pain did not come late until then.

　　 He opened his mouth wide and wanted to scream, but his leaky throat could only make a hoarse and unsystematic rustle. He couldn't even float out of the tower, and he had melted into the night and disappeared without a trace.

　　 Nacion sat on the window sill leaning on the tower, shook his crossbow, and opened the wide brim that blocked the view.

　　 "It's a brave lamb..."

　　 Ulrich listened to Nacion's words, and his increasingly blurred vision found young Orvis.

　　 Orvis is obviously dead, standing, with incredibly big eyes. A crossbow pierced his throat and nailed him to the pillar, and a crossbow that centered on the center of his eyebrow, broke the heavenly spirit, and killed him with a single blow.

　　 How can these people kill people without making a sound?

　　 Ulrich couldn't figure it out.

　　 He is going to die too, only Nacion's whisper is left in his ear, getting farther and farther away.

　　 "The great Blackbeard greets Bai Zhi. If you see him in hell, please tell him. Amen..."