In the early morning of May 10, the route from leloran to St. Mary on Martinique Island, Cape helingus.


    Helingus corner is a prominent land edge near St. Mary''s town. The span is not too large. The extension belt less than 100 meters is towering and steep. It is divided into two in the middle, leaving only a straight passage more than 20 meters wide, forming a strange landform of inner cliff and outer screen. Its shape is similar to those majestic passes and steep gods on the land.


    This strange route is called "the gate of hell" by the local aborigines.


    Hell is a free translation of Quechua.


    Myths and legends of any system will not lack the ominous concept of receiving despair and leading death. Since it is solemnly named, this area has naturally carried some misfortunes.


    This is the favorite offshore hunting ground for pirates. The long and narrow passage will generate a stable strong wind. The two towering walls clamp down the field of vision and make it impossible to find ambushes outside the gorge.


    Therefore, even if the detour takes half a day, ships familiar with local maritime affairs will try to bypass this dangerous area and choose a broader and more comfortable coastal route.


    Of course, the noble ziegfried must not be familiar with the maritime affairs in this area. Facing an obvious shortcut, he had no reason to detour.


    The watchtower of the lucky horseshoe echoed with a sharp voice.


    "Capture the target light ahead, due south, 8km away, downwind. Route confirmation, the target enters the gate of hell!"


    "Sure enough, I didn''t expect it, Mr. nallo..." zilned tightly grasped the silk handkerchief in his hand. "Sail, accelerate and catch up! The distance of 8km is too long, and we will miss the best attack position!"


    The adjutant stood on the side with concern and gently reminded: "Sir, I don''t doubt the legitimacy of your inspection of suspicious ships, but it''s night navigation now. The light in the canyon is insufficient, and the visibility may be less than 1km. Do you rush to catch up..."


    "Are you worried about an ambush at the Fjord, Lieutenant?"


    "Sir!"


    "You worry too much, lieutenant." zilned shook his head with a sneer. "The gate of hell is advancing and the target is always in front of us. Even if there are pirates in the gorge, the target will blow them out. We have enough time to respond."


    "But you said, the target is suspected of being a pirate, and his accomplice is likely to be in ambush at the mouth of the gorge!"


    "You need to calm down, my lieutenant." zilned shook his hand impatiently. "First, the target is only suspected of pirates for the time being. There is no evidence to prove that they are pirates."


    "Second, the ambush at the fjord is only speculation, and there is no evidence to prove the existence of the ambush."


    "Third, even if both are proved, the possibility that they are partners is still very small."


    "Use your brain well. Your assumption is that the other party clearly knows that we are following behind, and then use themselves as bait to lure us into the trap."


    "Is this possible? Is it highly possible?"


    "In the state of night navigation, the lookout is useless. The naked eye is our most reliable observation tool, which means that the observation range of night navigation is almost impossible to reach 5km. Considering the light source of the canyon, the visibility may only guarantee a poor 1km."


    "The distance between us is 8 kilometers. They can''t see us at all, but we can easily track them through the fire of the wind lamp!"


    "Will the sneakers put themselves at the disadvantage of the enemy''s concealment and self-knowledge? Only by the most basic transposition thinking, you can conclude that they know nothing about the pursuers behind them, so they have enough leisure to worry about the shipwreck caused by collision."


    "The trap is nonsense! They are dead!"


    "Before long, we will catch up with them in their horror, connect the side, board the ship, kill everyone on the ship and rob them of every gold coin. God doesn''t know, ghost doesn''t know..."


    The adjutant was frightened by zilned''s ferocious expression, and his worries had already disappeared.


    He snapped and stood at attention with his legs and saluted: "sir... Wise!"


    The lucky horseshoe with full sails finally followed the golden deer into the gate of hell. Zilned was isolated in the bow and his mood flew to the battlefield of blood and fire.


    He knows.


    He had long heard that the nobles who remained in Europe had become corrupt and degenerate, and were far from satisfied with the excitement brought by drunken gold fans and hunting games.


    For the so-called fun, they began to play with life.


    The cruel jackal pretends to be a saint, selects his favorite toys from the crowd, slowly stirs up their desire, and carries them to the high place. When he is tired of playing and has had enough, he will destroy the pavilion all over the sky with one blow and enjoy the sad and beautiful despair of the toys


    How like


    Siegfried nallo is the best of jackals, and zierned... Isn''t he that stupid and sad toy?


    Why didn''t you notice it early?


    There will be no cake in the sky. Why can''t you remember such a simple truth before?


    damn! damn!


    The rumor without trace, the hostile Renault, the prio who betrayed the promise and abandoned the letter, and finally, the bloody silk PA that determined everything


    Such an exquisite game makes people stay in the urn and don''t know it. Even if zilneide recalls it now, he still feels amazing.


    He lost with conviction!


    But!


    The high zigfei is not impeccable.


    Whether it was because he was away or in order to continue this cruel game, no matter what reason, zigfei hid his identity.


    So well hidden that few people know the truth in leloran.


    Zilned was keenly aware of the last chance to fight back.


    He provoked the sailors'' greed with ziegfried''s wealth, and provided them with reasons for action with untenable pirate conjecture. Who in the world doesn''t know?


    Only poverty is the only criterion of goodness. Behind every gold coin is evil!


    Destroy, destroy!


    Since your life is hopeless, let the once unattainable rich man and noble son bury yourself!


    The funeral is ready!


    Gazing at the boundless darkness in front of him, zilned grinned and showed his neat white teeth.


    "I''m... Not wrong, not wrong. From the beginning, the world was wrong."


    ……


    At the other end of the channel, Nelson stood silently on the top of the stern deck with his command sword.


    In front of him is a funnel-shaped sea area, the wide side is connected with the Atlantic Ocean, and the narrow side is the exit of the channel of Cape helingus Strait.


    Badger and wasp are berthing on both sides of the gorge in a relatively static parallel attitude. The distance between the two ships is less than 30 meters. The sails are fully retracted and heavily anchored into the water.


    This posture has been maintained for more than four hours.


    At night yesterday, Nelson had ordered the badger and hornet to move from the hiding place to the combat readiness sea area since Collinwood brought the news of the network. He was so frightened and hid all day. It was not until night that the two ships carefully entered the pre battle position.


    If I remember correctly, it was about 9 to 10 p.m.


    Although Lorraine promised to lure the target into the network before the star rose to the top, after all, it was the first cooperative naval battle between the two sides. Even with the guarantee of his uncle and the great praise when sitting in the sea school, Nelson was still worried about whether Lorraine could come as promised.


    The uncertainty of the sea is unmatched by solid land. A wind, a wave, a hard rock and a noise may collapse the navigation. Personal heroism is meaningless at sea. Only collectives are popular on board, and only collectives can rely on.


    But Lorraine seems to be better at acting alone, with his boat and his people. He doesn''t need their help. In other words, he doesn''t give them a chance to know each other.


    "Ah! Can we get there, when and how?"


    Nelson clenched his teeth and swallowed all the words he vomited into a dignified dull hum. Just about to be mobilized as a routine, he suddenly heard a strange sound of water in his ear.


    He looked at the chief officer, who nodded and said, "it''s the sound of breaking waves."


    "The sound of breaking the waves? Will it be the golden deer? The lucky horseshoe or some other cloven hoofed animal?"


    The sound of breaking the waves was getting closer and closer, but the speed of the ship did not decrease. After a while, a huge ship shadow sailed out of the middle of the badger and the wasp, filled with sails and away in the wind.


    Nelson saw Lorraine''s appearance by the light of the ship. At the staggered moment, he raised his hand and threw a harpoon. The sharp of the harpoon was wrapped in cloth, and the long rod of the fork was wrapped in silk.


    "Is it a letter?" Nelson asked. "Bring it to me at once!"


    The sailors ran to deliver Lorraine''s letter. Nelson shook it open and saw a few lines printed on it:


    [the horseshoe is mine. Don''t break it]


    Nelson burst into a burst of laughter: "signal Hornet, anchor and close the net!"