One hammer, one hammer, one hammer, another hammer.


    Amid the gunfire and smoke, the solid carriage was damaged by Lorraine, wood chips splashed and debris fell.


    Seeing that the hammer was almost finished, Lorraine put down the hammer, pinched a wooden bone with both hands, pedaled on the axle and made a sudden force.


    Click! La la!


    The iron sheet wrapped around became twisted bit by bit, and the thick wooden bones of Er''s arms were pulled out by Lorraine''s brute force, and there was a sound of fracture at the connection.


    Click!


    With a crisp sound, the whole wing board was unloaded and held in Lorraine''s hand. There was no obstacle between him and the count.


    The count''s hands held the sword, the tip of which pointed straight at Lorraine.


    "You... Are an assassin!"


    "Really, can there be more trust between people?" Lorraine innocently threw away the wing board, and the exhibition seemed to sweep the armed belt across his body. "I have a gun and a Throwing Knife suitable for throwing. If I am one of the assassins, why bother?"


    "Don''t be unreasonable! Mr. Edward KENWAY, you can''t deceive me!" the count gasped and pressed against the top of the car, trying to get himself up and stand straight, "We are in a forest on the outskirts of the city. There are few people here. Some people have set a trap for me. And you happened to appear here and broke my identity as soon as you opened your mouth. How are you going to explain these coincidences?"


    "There is no need to explain." Lorraine sneered. "Your answer needs to be found by yourself. If you don''t believe me, any of my explanations are just a cover up in your ears."


    "This..."


    The count did not expect that he would hear such an answer from Lorraine. For a time, he was in a dilemma.


    From his heart, he is extremely looking forward to this redemption.


    However, tonight he suffered too much danger and torture, and several times he survived, so that he did not dare to place his safety on a stranger, even if he said it was true.


    Lorraine was in a stalemate with him inside and outside the carriage, without urging or comforting.


    After waiting for a while, Karen trotted to Lorraine, first hung his precious sledgehammer back on his back, and then reported: "there were 23 assassins, 12 killed, 7 captured, and 4 ran to New Orleans. We injured 5 and 1 seriously."


    "Let Daniel give priority to serious injuries and try not to leave future troubles. By the way, those fugitives didn''t join the blocking forces in front?"


    "How dare a mob go back to the battlefield."


    "Yes," Lorraine shook his head contemptuously, "leave two groups to guard the prisoners, and the rest immediately go to support the count''s guard and end the battle as soon as possible."


    "Yes, Captain!"


    All this was carried out in front of the count. The count listened to the gunshot and watched a large group of capable sailors march away with guns on their backs, leaving only a small number of soldiers escorting the dejected prisoners through the carriage. Finally, his tone became a little loose.


    "You... Really came to save me?"


    "It''s up to you to judge, Lord count. I''ve said everything I have to say."


    The count bit his teeth and struggled for a long time. Finally, he took the sword back to its sheath and sat down: "you have a doctor. I need treatment."


    "When my people''s treatment is over, Daniel will take care of you. They are hurt for you. I can''t give them up."


    "I will respect your decision..."


    The battle was soon over, and the rainstorm came and shut the Jackdaw and the count into the dense woods.


    Temporary tents have been set up in the woods. They are actually put up between trees with a few tarpaulins to keep a small dry space.


    The count and the wounded lay under the tarpaulin for Daniel''s treatment, while Lorraine, the sailors, the count''s surviving loyal guards and the unlucky, mostly wounded prisoners stayed outside, sheltering the rain from the trees.


    The only one with privileges is Haina.


    She was sleeping under a small tent, and a group of sailors stood guard for her to expel possible wild animals.


    No one doubts it.


    For the count, the assassination cost him a lot.


    Of the 50 guards, only 12 came to the rescue with the guard chief, the knight ero. They were attacked and killed on the way, killing four people and injuring six.


    Ello lay next to him and was shot hard on his left shoulder. Daniel cut off a large piece of blood contaminated by lead bullets with a scalpel, filled the gap with anti infective drugs baked and mixed with donkey dung, soil, herbs and spirits, and wrapped it in a clean bandage.


    The count did not know whether the loyal knight ero could survive the danger.


    But whether he could survive or not, the count was impressed by Daniel''s divine medical skill.


    He has seen countless similar injuries in the military camp. No matter how famous the invited doctor is, the only treatment plan he can give is to chop his hands.


    The shot hand should be cut off, then paste some mud, wrap a bandage and let the wounded live and die.


    No one has ever been like Daniel, not only trying to keep the injured arm, but also preparing special anti infective drugs for them!


    Enjoy such cutting-edge treatment in such a simple environment. If the injured still can''t survive in the end, it can only be said that his time has come.


    The count accepted Daniel''s treatment with emotion. The bruise was coated with ointment and bandage, and the wound at the eyebrow corner was also pasted with special medicine. The slight tingling sensation was transmitted to the brain, forming a special signal called "trust".


    At the end of the treatment, he gently pulled Daniel''s sleeve.


    "Doctor, why doesn''t captain KENWAY allow you to use special medicine on the injured sailor?"


    Daniel looked at the heavy rain curtain outside the tent with a cold face: "there are not many special drugs. The captain said that we need to give priority to ensuring the life safety of you and your subordinates. Loyalty and dignity enjoy the priority of life, which is beyond doubt."


    "So... The sailors?"


    "The captain washed their wounds with liquor and scalded their flesh with a red knife. God''s care is needed to survive."


    "Captain KENWAY... Is an honest gentleman."


    ……


    Tropical rain always comes and goes.


    Not long after the heavy rain stopped, the count refused the escort request of the guards found, and invited Lorraine and his party to take the wounded and escort the prisoners to Kent manor where he stayed.


    Kent manor is located on the edge of the old city and covers a vast area. The owner is Ms. Bethany Kent, a famous plantation owner in the social circle of New Orleans.


    She is a young widow, a close friend of the countess galvis in Europe, and the only open lover of the count in the new world. She has heard that they have a firm relationship and have been officially blessed by the countess.


    It''s a pity that Lorraine didn''t see the famous manor owner.


    Because of the assassination, the count missed the dinner with Mrs. Kent. The maid said that the lady drank more wine. Now she was asleep and could not go downstairs to entertain guests for a while.


    In this way, Lorraine and his party stayed at Kent manor without name or division. They did not make any request to the count, and the count did not talk about any return.


    At night, a burst of sour teeth woke Lorraine from his sleep.


    He got up from bed, barefoot on the heavy carpet, poured himself half a glass of whisky at the small bar, gently shook the ice in the glass, and slightly opened the shading curtain with his fingertips.


    Construction is under way on the grassland of the manor. Thick wooden piles are erected in rows in front of the crowd, fixing the base and winding ropes.


    Haina slipped into the room like a ghost, stuck it to Lorraine, and said in her ear, "I went out to explore. It seems that I want to torture the prisoner, the coachman and the derelict guard."


    "The execution of prisoners will not be carried out in broad daylight, which is prepared for their own people." Lorraine closed the curtain, turned his hand and scraped Haina''s nose. "This kind of thing doesn''t need you to work at all. Why don''t you sleep honestly?"


    "Can''t sleep." Haina blushed and bowed her head.


    In her impression, Lorraine had never made such intimate movements to her. This sudden tenderness made her very uncomfortable and just wanted to run away.


    But running is the stupidest idea.


    Carmen has taught her how to get along with men and women more than once. She knows that running is the stupidest idea.


    At this time, just look up bravely!


    Haina suddenly raised her head, opened her emerald eyes, and was ready to face Lorraine''s four eyes.


    But my eyes fell in the air


    There was no Lorraine in front of her, only a thick shading curtain. The bright moonlight penetrated through the gap of the curtain, silvery white like flying snow.


    Where did the man... Go?


    Haina suddenly felt an extremely strange loss, as if she had the determination to die, but the enemy disappeared in front of her.


    Lorraine''s invitation came from the small bar: "if you can''t sleep, have a drink together?"


    Blood is going to squeeze out of your face


    Haina hurried away, accidentally kicked the clothes pole by the bed, and her toes hurt.


    But she didn''t want to stop. She strode to the door as if nothing had happened and opened the door rudely.


    "No... no! I''m sleepy!"


    Boom!


    Suddenly you come and go. Haina tonight is no different from the tropical rainstorm.


    Lolin held up two cups sadly, watched the knocked down clothes pole shake and fall down, and muttered, "really, it''s not you who said you weren''t sleepy just now..."