"When the capricious Pharaoh saw that the Israelites had left, he began to regret and sent his troops to chase after them."


    "When there was no way to go and there was a chase after the soldiers, God separated the water of the Red Sea, let the Israelites cross safely, compounded the sea, and buried the Egyptian soldiers in the belly of the fish."


    "Because of this great miracle, the whole nation of Israel feared and obeyed the true God. Moses also praised the greatness of God. His sister Miriam led all the women to make peace."


    The night is as cool as water.


    Boston has a high latitude, which is different from the warmth of the four seasons in the Caribbean. It is cold on November, and even the sea breeze quietly clenches the knife in his hand.


    Lorraine whispered the frustrated Latin scriptures outside the water tank. Haina beside him listened and tilted her head strangely.


    "What strange poem is it? Like the whaler''s song you''ve sung before?"


    "It''s probably not the same." Lorraine scratched his nose. "The song of the whalers is just a memorial to the ancestors of a small fishing village. This is the famous Exodus. It is the account of Moses, the holy one of the Lord, who led the Jews out of Egypt to the promised land."


    "Escape from Egypt?" the Egyptians did not understand. "Egypt is very comfortable. Why did they escape from Egypt?"


    "Er... Because I can''t bear slavery?"


    "Did Egypt enslave anyone?" Hannah stared unexpectedly. "I heard that it has been a possession of Macedonia since 2000 years ago."


    "After all, it has a long history." Lorraine laughed bored. "As long as you put your origin together with ancient Egypt, God''s faith will naturally be long. No one can find out anyway."


    Haina suddenly realized, and then a new curiosity appeared again.


    "But the story of the Lord''s miracles should be recorded in the Bible? Why are you so familiar?"


    "I have to ask an old man in red in Westminster Abbey. So many people want to be his son. He doesn''t want to. He''s in a hurry to tell me a bedside story..."


    "Some old man in red?"


    "It''s just an old friend of England." Lorraine smiled and swept through the neat line of gunmen and sailors in front of him. "Speaking of it, the avenger lacked the old man''s stubbornness and toughness."


    "The southern chapel?"


    "Who else can there be? He clearly claims to be the saint of God and says that Boston is colored Jerusalem. So he is already in Canaan. If he goes out again, it seems that there is only heaven or hell left?"


    ……


    In Houwan, on the sea, a medium-sized single longitudinal Bermuda sailboat is rising and falling with the night waves.


    Medium size refers to the size of this ship, which is much larger than that of ordinary sloop Bermuda such as Weilan water drop. The head and tail length is generally more than 20 meters. It can be equipped with large net catchers or 6 six pound guns on both sides.


    In the past two years, ocean going fishing boats and military communication ships have favored this type of ship. It is not as fast as the small Bermuda single longitudinal, but it can''t slow too much. The loss of two to three knots of speed has brought huge cabin and not bad fighting ability, which makes it easy for both civil and military.


    At present, this ship is the HMS blue and white fish, a communication ship newly recruited by the second formation for less than half a year.


    As one of the maritime support ships promised by the second formation to the army, she carried out the modification of ocean going fishing boat, removed the naval gun, and installed two four pound deterrence short pipes and large net spreaders.


    A few weeks ago, she secretly transported sig from New York to the front Bay, and then hid in Cape Cod for standby. It was not until this sneak battle against the water tank of Haite shipyard that she was reactivated. Harry woke up and became the vehicle of the task force of the eighth company.


    In the cabin, a dozen sailors hurried up and down, carrying out pieces of explosives wrapped in kraft paper and sealed with glue from the bottom cabin and stacking them neatly in front of the task force led by Ryan.


    Captain of the blue and white fish was whispering to Ryan about his precautions.


    "This explosive bag and your short harpoon are the weapons of those outlaws of the water ghost team. The harpoon is used for self-defense. Each person has only three arrows, and more is useless. The explosive bag was originally used to blow up ships or create riots, which is similar to what you are going to do today."


    He held up a packet of explosives in one hand.


    "Pay attention to its rubber surface. The fuse is hidden in the groove below. When you buckle it out, the hardened glue will break, so it will seep. When you swim to the shore, the fuse won''t light."


    "The correct way is to take off the rope on the shore, tear off the rubber wrapped in the fuse, and then tear off the kraft paper inside..."


    "Where can I find fire?" Ryan pulled out his ears and looked ruffian. "Since you think so fully, there should also be a waterproof fire?"


    "How could there be such a thing..."


    "Ah, it''s difficult... There''s explosives in the air but no fire. Do you want me to collect materials temporarily and drill wood for fire?"


    "Night attack! How can I not find..."


    "Ryan!" Harry strode over from the stern opposite the shore. "The news from the shore came that Edward kenvey had left the bunker with most of the crew. There were 1670 people, and no more than 20 people remained in the bunker."


    Ryan was suddenly serious as if he had changed his face. "How long have you been gone?"


    "I left the shipyard twenty minutes ago. I should be on the south side by now."


    "Mr. smuggler looks very belligerent..." Ryan laughed. "Gentlemen, apply the last paint and bring three medicine bags each. Let''s set off fireworks on the shore!"


    Half an hour later


    A dark ghost quietly stepped on the small stone beach beside the bunker, followed by the second and third


    Ryan raised his hand and shook it. All the task force members took off their wet rubber clothes, revealing their shiny black red upper body, medicine bags and harpoons on their backs.


    "Encircle as planned. I''ll take a group of people through the Watergate, Toby and kurlo will take the other two groups to climb in through the wind windows on both sides. Don''t make any noise, shoot to kill!"


    "Yes!"


    "Oh... I hope this medicine bag is as waterproof as captain nerd said..."


    Pinching the handle of the harpoon, Ryan took a deep breath and sank into the water again.


    A moment later, he and the Watergate team dived into the wharf in the bunker without hindrance, hid in the sound of the water, surfaced, took up the plank road and went ashore with arms.


    The dock is quiet.


    The berth was empty, and there were no valuable sentinels on the plank road. Only seven or eight torches were obliquely inserted into the wall, making a beep beep beep.


    It didn''t surprise Ryan.


    More than 90% of the people were taken away, and the rest could not guard against such a large water tank. What''s more, the people here were already dazzled by anger and didn''t expect to be attacked secretly.


    "Captain... It would be nice to be a woman." Ryan said with a vague sigh, shook the harpoon and whispered, "shake the water off your body, take off the rubber on the fuse, and then go to two people to take those torches, hands and feet a little lighter."


    The team dispersed quickly.


    Ryan tore the glue on the fuse, leaned slowly against the inner door of the wharf and listened.


    At the other end of the door is the main warehouse of the water tank. Normally, the arms prepared for the saints are there. At present, they should be wrapped in tarpaulins and stacked neatly in wooden boxes filled with hay.


    It is said that many intact guns were finally salvaged when the cabin was detonated last time, which made Ryan regret for a long time.


    I''m sure it won''t happen again this time.


    The water tank does not have as many solid partitions as the cabin. Although there are not as many explosives around as there are in the cabin, since there is no need to waste a gunpowder to break the bulkhead, hundreds of kilograms of explosion is enough to blow up each remaining gun in two.


    The soldiers of the saints'' regiment are crazy Puritans. After these two punishments, they must understand that God doesn''t want them to become an army, right?


    You must use explosives... If you think so, the captain is really insidious.


    It''s so appetizing.


    In his wild thoughts, Ryan touched the familiar and dry fuse three times in a row, and the sound of the body falling from a height came from the other side of the door.


    Toby and kurlo seem to have succeeded


    Ryan took a deep breath, rechecked the harpoon, and his spare hand took a raging torch from his men.


    "Work, gentlemen."


    The gate was pushed open by Ryan, and the strong light suddenly pierced into his eyes. The sudden shudder made Ryan step back and hide behind the soldiers.


    He saw


    Opposite him, the main warehouse gate and the left and right hanging corridors were filled with hundreds of people. Everyone held a beautiful and new French chalville. The black muzzle, without exception, pointed to his direction.


    Torches, long guns and wind chimes together constitute the picture of the main warehouse, except for the mountain of arms boxes he imagined.


    Wait... Wind chimes?


    Ryan''s pupils contracted suddenly and suddenly saw the pure black wind bells hanging in the hanging corridor.


    More than 20 long ropes hung the necks of more than 20 task force members. They were hanged neatly in the main warehouse, with wide eyes and long necks.


    Only one rope was burnt and a body hit the ground. It was Toby, Ryan''s trusted deputy.


    "Edward KENWAY..."


    There was a banter sigh from the opposite crowd. The sound was like a broken Gong, and the children''s voice could be distinguished.


    "I guess you must be curious about where those guns went." pierce hid behind layers of people, sneaking without showing any body. "In fact, they are in the south side, busy hanging a group of despicable slaves who blaspheme God."


    Ryan squeaked his teeth: "it seems that this is a trap..."


    "As you can see, it''s absolutely right."


    "Where''s Edward KENWAY? I''ve heard his voice at close range. I''m sure he''s not a little bastard with no hair!"


    "You say the captain..." pierce smiled. "As the main provider of information, the captain is taking a company of saints to participate in the encirclement and suppression. In order to show solemnity, most of the sailors you know are also together. Is this a surprise?"


    "How thoughtful!"


    "Thank you for your compliment, but I didn''t return the gift." pierce patted the front sailor on the back. "Everyone has it, ready..."


    "Dynamite! Low voltage!"


    Boom!


    Ryan threw out a pack of explosives, rolled and flew to the center of the unmanned main warehouse, suddenly exploding!


    The loud noise disrupted the rhythm of encirclement and suppression like a starting gun. The sound of charlville''s gun and the light sound of the harpoon breaking wind rose disorderly. What accompanied them were screams, groans and heartbreaking helpless appeals.


    Only two or three minutes later, the counter fire began and ended.


    More than thirty brave sailors marched out with dragon cavalry, drove away the smoke and rushed into the wharf.


    They didn''t encounter any counterattack.


    The heavy inner gate was covered with holes, and the door line was full of corpses.


    Dirty blood splashed all around. The frightened faces painted with oil were bright and dark in the light of the fire, making this narrow passage a joint between adults and hell.


    Karen and acharin found the nervous pierce with an untested dragon cavalry.


    Acharin said with a smile, "Dear commander, the results of the ambush have been counted."


    "How... How?"


    "Twenty people sneaked in first, and all of them were destroyed. Fourteen later... Only thirteen bodies were found."


    Pierce couldn''t believe it: "ran one?"


    "Probably scared away by our wise commander, who knows?"


    Karen pushed aside acharin, condescending and serious.


    "Do you know what your problem is?"


    Pierce shook his head in frustration.


    "In the first half, the Frenchman and I controlled the scene. Your command is no problem. In the second half... I remember what the captain said to me before."


    "Brother... What did you say?"


    "Villains often die of talking too much."