The story is a surprise prepared by Lorraine for Mara.


    The content itself has no nutritional value to be investigated, that is, it is miscellaneous, chaotic, like a pot of stewed northeast hodgepodge, forcibly instilling suspense.


    Is Frey a traitor?


    Did you blow up the arsenal?


    Will they collude with the British army?


    How did Lorraine, or Ruhr, escape from a hail of bullets with women and disabilities?


    The beautiful and weak Moorish girl Leon Noel, is she still safe? Can you meet your lover? Have you been hurt?


    It''s all a problem.


    These dispensable problems immediately filled Mara''s head, so that he had to ignore some immediate details and blurred Lorraine''s position of enemies and friends.


    At least to some extent, Lorraine succeeded in getting Mara off guard.


    Mala, who put down her guard, thought about her mind and regarded Lorraine as an "available person" again. Seeing that the British army was about to break the city, she immediately followed suit. She selected adjutants and four strong sergeants from her sailors, put up a boat board and boarded the ship successively from the plank road.


    At the last moment, Lorraine in the oar position quietly clenched the handle of the knife.


    In fact, in his opinion, the trap of luring Mara is not a mature and reliable plan at all. It was an adventure, a ridiculous little trick that might be meaningless to people other than Mara.


    Because through a short but in-depth contact, he found that Mara was a special person.


    Generally speaking, every adult will have his own style and habits.


    It''s like a crazy millionaire playing chess in a crowded Park, forcing passers-by to bet on his family and life, and beat him if they don''t.


    Then people''s style will stand out.


    Some people are not good at or used to thinking about the profound meaning behind strange and strange, and have confidence in their own strength, they often lift the chessboard. If the chess player dares to break up, everyone will break their wrists.


    Haina and LEV are two distinct representatives of this type.


    Their direct and reckless move to lift the chessboard does not mean stupidity. Instead, they develop their strengths and avoid their weaknesses. While giving up their best interests, they also avoid the worst results.


    Some people are good at calculation.


    People who can calculate often have gambler factor, easy to take risks, ignore or accept bad results in advance.


    They will gladly enter the game, both chasing the results and enjoying the process, such as Carmen.


    Lorraine is the third category, with both.


    He may press the chessboard to play chess with others. Of course, he should take his share if he wins. If the defeat is really irreversible, he is likely to lift the chess table before the other party falls the last son. Anyway, he has a higher winning rate if he fights.


    Mara is the fourth category.


    His talent is close to the first category, and his thinking is close to the second category. He likes to think and think, but he often can''t grasp the main points. He is easy to be tempted and encouraged.


    Lorraine opened the chess table and sat opposite. Lorraine said he was crazy. He put aside the life-threatening chess game and thought about the reason why Lorraine was crazy.


    His self-confidence has nothing to do with it. His life with wind and water has nothing to do with his personal ability. It is purely a matter of fate.


    Because of this, he or they will always stop at a certain point in life, sooner or later. Once his luck or family can no longer protect him, they will stop.


    Today seems to be the day when Mara stops.


    Lorraine won the bet. Mara and his seemingly more powerful entourage got on the boat. Barto stowed the board. Lorraine loosened the dark grip of the knife handle and rowed the oar to push the boat to a distance of more than 50 meters from the plank road, completely taking off the effective range of the musket.


    "Major."


    He stowed his oars, stood up as if nothing had happened, and sailed with Bator.


    "Major, it''s windy and dark today. It''s going to take a long time to find the San Carlos. Why don''t you go to the cabin and have a rest?"


    "Er..."


    The horse busy thinking about life pulled out of the thinking state and turned his eyes in a panic.


    "Ruhr, the San Carlos is at war, but she is alone. Do you know why I got on your boat?"


    "Because... Happened to meet?"


    "This is certainly a reason, but it''s not an important reason." Mara shook her arms and looked heroic and dry. "As I said, the San Carlos is difficult to support!"


    "But I seem to hear that the British have no ships this time..."


    "They have guns!" Mara glared at Lorraine. "They have guns. Even if they can''t hit the cunning and flexible San Carlos, another San Carlos is doomed to escape!"


    "We need more strength. Grenada is close to us. That''s why I want to board your boat. The San Carlos must defend her home port, but we can go to Grenada and let our strong army change the tragic fate of this fortress!"


    Lorraine raised her eyebrows. "You mean... Ask for help?"


    "It''s for help!" Mara said loudly and forcefully. "There''s no time to hesitate, Ruhr. Take me to Grenada immediately. You can be a hero to save the fortress!"


    "Then we''ll turn around and go west." Lorraine reached out to explore the wind. "The wind will be worse, major. It may take us ten hours to drive this boat to Grenada."


    "I''ll wait for you in the cabin, and my adjutant will show you the way. You won''t get lost."


    Leaving this, Mara winked at her adjutant.


    The adjutant understood, led two soldiers to stay on the deck and asked the other two soldiers to escort the horse into the cabin.


    The hatch is closed.


    Looking at the hatch closed together, Lorraine thought the adjutant smiled.


    "The major''s speech is always long? It must be hard to be his adjutant."


    Gao Leng''s adjutant shook his face: "it has nothing to do with you."


    "How can you say it doesn''t matter..." Lorraine looked up at the distant lake bank, "because the wind direction is appropriate, unconsciously, we are more than 200 meters offshore..."


    "If we want to get to Grenada, we still have countless 200 meters to go."


    "Not so many 200 meters." Lorraine moved his shoulders and said happily. "To tell you the truth, Marla surprised me by leaving you on the deck. He knew to be on guard."


    "Huh?"


    "Two hundred meters offshore, unless there is a high-level hunter on your ship, and that person is sensitive and right on the shore, the musket will be completely ineffective. They may not even know what happened on the ship."


    The adjutant finally began to feel strange and took out his sword with a clang: "Ruhr sebilian, your speech is very dangerous."


    "For a person who is almost regarded as a scapegoat, no kind of speech is dangerous. For a person who plots to calculate others, your preparation is far from sufficient. This is the epitaph I gave you. Thank you... No need."


    ……


    Mara took the guard''s soldiers into the cramped cabin of the fishing boat.


    Compared with warships, small fishing boats obviously can not fill multi-storey decks, and the internal space is not enough to properly divide the space.


    The cabin is just a messy room with two old rope beds, several boxes in the corner, a vertical cabinet fixed on the bulkhead, and the rest is filled with all kinds of sundries that may be used in sailing.


    For example, scattered cables, broken sails for sewing, fish baskets, fishing rods, nets, wooden mallets and rivets for ship repair, etc.


    Mara had expected such a scene for a long time. It was a bad environment and bad smell. What''s worse, the only neat and open space in the cabin. There was a man lying on the floor in the center of the cabin, all tied up, especially covering his mouth.


    Through the dim wind lamp, Mara saw the man clearly: "Antonio torresias?"


    "Woo woo!"


    "Why are you on this ship? No, your people don''t say that you have been buried alive in the gospel barrier?"


    "Woo woo!"


    "What are you talking about?"


    "Woo woo! Woo woo!"


    "Des... Pu é s? Behind you?"


    Subtle wind.


    Two winds rose from behind, and then the guard heard a faint pain hum.


    They fell heavily to the ground, and the sound of thumping shook Mara''s heart.


    He struggled to twist his head and saw that above the hatch, there was a strange image floating in the air close to the wall.


    Her clothes are pure black, her skin is brown, she has a pair of beautiful and shining eyes like emerald, and three gorgeous and unforgettable bows.


    "Le..." Mara shivered and swallowed his saliva. "Miss Leonor...?"