Chapter 149

It was night that Lorraine and Katrina went one after another into the cold cellar of Kent manor.

The taste here is very bad. The musty smell, fresh bloody smell and the rotten smell of organic matter are mixed together to form an indescribable precipitation, which gives weight to the air here, fills the chest and cannot be eliminated.

But no one expected to find any sunny element in a place born for lynching and imprisonment, so they didn't say much, but went all the way with the guide servant to the penultimate cell.

Bach was locked in the cell. He sat cross legged on a pile of thatch and was picking up a bowl of moldy wheat rice with a bleak candle. It looked particularly sweet.

Lorraine nuzui the servant. The servant understands, takes out the key, removes the chain, and opens the prison door for Lorraine.

Even so, Bach still didn't stop cooking. He insisted on the difference. He seemed to eat faster.

Considering that it was impolite to interrupt people to eat, Lorraine simply waited quietly for him to finish eating, and stopped Katrina, who was going to call people, from making any noise.

In silence, Bach ate faster and faster, and soon choked half to death.

He raised his eyes and looked dark purple. He stretched out his hand to grab the water cup in front of him. Lorraine gently raised his foot and kicked the water cup far away, spilling water on the ground.

Dying

This sudden action made Bach freeze in place, soon grabbed his throat and began to beat his chest desperately.

Lorraine leaned over and gently squeezed his two arms and raised them slowly and firmly until he was forced to stretch his chest. No matter how he struggled, he couldn't spit out the rice in his throat.

His face became more and more purple and his breathing became heavier and heavier, but he still didn't dare to speak or look up. He just kicked his legs helplessly, slower and softer.

At the moment of stopping kicking, Lorraine suddenly released his hands and kicked heavily in his lower abdomen.

Bach flew out upside down and hit the wall with a bang. Blood, stomach acid, dry knot and soaked rice gushed out of his throat at the same time.

He lay on the ground coughing desperately. While coughing, he tried to climb over, lay at Lorraine's feet and tried to kiss the tip of his shoes.

Lorraine coughed with disgust, "Mr. Bach, is the wheat rice delicious?"

"Sir... Sir... I've told you everything I know. There's no need for torture... There's really no need for torture... I know current affairs very well."

"I know you know current affairs, but this is where I hate you. Take it away."

The staff of the old tavern were soon taken out of the cellar by the servants in charge, including Bach's wife and daughter, stuffed into a large carriage and drove slowly out of Kent manor.

In the carriage, Bach took his wife in his arms and looked with lingering fear at the Lorraine they smoked out of the carriage and made with the groom.

"Red hair, that terrible gentleman is your new employer?"

"In order to redeem you, the captain paid the count 300 pounds." Katrina took an eight or nine year old girl into her arms and whispered, "if I hadn't learned that my goddaughter had been sent to Kent manor, I wouldn't beg the captain to save you."

"Kate is my angel. I always know..."

"You don't know," Katrina glanced at Bach. "Your mouth is too fast to drag the captain into the water."

"I... this is to protect myself."

"Telling count galvis that the people who saved him were a group of pirates can't absolve you of your crime. To be exact, it's called harming others and not benefiting yourself. If the captain hadn't been clean, the whole new world couldn't find a wanted notice about him. Now he has been hanged on the sand island in the Delta, and I and my new companions on the ship can't survive. What have you done, old friend Stupid. "

Bach's face turned red. "You stole my information first. Your captain used my information to make a contribution to the French. I didn't expect you to save me."

"But here we are."

"Here you are... What do you want?"

"I just don't want the kind little Kate to ruin her life because of her stupid father. As for my captain, he is now the count's escort."

"You want to get information against the French through me?"

"Yes."

"But I was caught by the French and released unharmed. No one will continue to trust me in this matter."

"I know you're not the only one in this city who runs a life buying business, but you're the best. There's always a way to collect information from other places. The captain said that money is not a problem."

……

Money is not a problem.

He established a stable channel with professional intelligence traffickers, and Lorraine soon felt the difference.

The news of the whole New Orleans and even the northern suburb battlefield was continuously transmitted to the Jackdaw. Lorraine mastered most of the key hot search information of "galvis" without leaving home.

Bach carried out the first refining, and Carmen and Noah were responsible for the second refining. The information sent to Lorraine was highly targeted, and one by one was closely related to the count's life.

The assassination directed and acted by Lorraine really messed up the stagnant water of the defense of New Orleans.

Everyone thought that a nobleman in France had killed the count, and all the demons and monsters were excited. All the ghosts in New Orleans traveled at night.

The fastest of these is the British.

Through their Indian allies, they offered a high reward in an indigenous tavern. Although the people who offered the reward tried to disguise themselves as the chitimacha tribe who was close to France, they didn't do it carefully. They were easily pulled out by intelligence traffickers. They were a black foot tribe who was close to Britain.

They offered a reward of 100 leather shotguns, of which 30 were used as a deposit, which had been divided equally between the two small tribes.

Lorraine immediately passed the news to Karen and acharin of Kent manor and asked them to strengthen their vigilance. On the other side, the Jackdaw went up the broad Mississippi River into Lake Pontchartrain north of New Orleans.

The source said that the Indians put the attack site on the only way for the count to and from the battlefield and barracks, and prepared to attack from both sides of the great lake and the lakeside forest. In order to ensure the success rate, the British even provided them with several light guns, which are likely to be placed on canoes.

The emergence of cannons made Lorraine's cautious escort scheme lose most of its value. Once they were allowed to easily launch an attack on the count's motorcade, even with only four pounds of army light artillery and shrapnel, they could easily crush the count.

It is imperative that Lorraine find the cannons in advance to eliminate the threat.

With this mission, the Jackdaw began to cruise the lake.

Lake Pontchartrain is a large lake, with a north-south span of nearly 40 kilometers and a longer East-West span. There are no islands on the whole lake, the waves are calm and calm.

But Lorraine searched all day and didn't find an Indian canoe docked or sailing on the lake.

Has the attack not yet begun? Or did you accidentally miss it?

Thinking, the Jackdaw deflected slightly to let go of an oncoming slup fishing boat.

Looking at the shadow of the fishing boat, Lorraine suddenly had another idea.

What if... What if the canoe carrying the gun is not a conspicuous canoe at all?

Pontchartrain lake is rich in fish resources. There are many sails and fishing boats on the lake. Most of them are owned by fishermen in nearby cities, and no marks are hung on the boats.

A refitted ship with a temporary artillery is hidden in the middle, which will not have a sense of disobedience at all.

However, it is well known that Indian sailors are rare species. Compared with floating on the water, they prefer down-to-earth hunting life, even fishing and their own canoes.

The possibility of sailboats operated by Indians is too low, so Lorraine didn't think about it before, but what if the British came to the end themselves?

Is it possible?

Lorraine quickly ruled out this possibility.

Assassinating the commander of the enemy country in the war is a despicable act that the nobility can never tolerate, which can easily lead to the escalation of war means and put the senior officers of both sides in danger.

So the British could never put their soldiers into such an event.

Their maximum operation is to hire pirates or privateers, and they have to hide themselves in the process of employment. Just like the assassination that Lorraine is facing, the Indians of the black foot tribe act as the chitimacha tribe.

If Lorraine hadn't subdued Bach in advance, no one would waste manpower to explore the details of a reward publisher.

A plausible assassination plan gradually took shape in Lorraine's mind.

Indians who are good at ambushing in the jungle set up ambushes on the land and restrained the count's motorcade by the lake. Professional sailors suddenly exposed their minions in disguised ships, shelled the land and harvested life

After the count's death, he blamed all this on the nonexistent French aristocracy without any shame.

"Maybe this is the real plan of the British..."