Chapter 187

It's like a farce that makes people laugh and cry.

The goal of the action was Lishu, and the first contact was close at hand. At this critical moment, a huge problem that had never been paid attention to before suddenly jumped in front of Lorraine.

Well... If the other side is so stupid that they can't successfully lock them in Pierce's shooting stage, so that there is a possibility that the two sides can't meet, is it necessary to continue the play?

There seems to be

Lorraine first ruled out the option of taking the initiative to hit, because in terms of design, they should not have known the existence of zierned so far.

Then, he further ruled out the option of arranging the escort to be caught on his own initiative.

Today's matter is not so critical as to abandon the son and continue the dish, and the other party must be in a bad mood now. The captured guard is likely to suffer an unwarranted disaster.

As a result, we can only wait, only wait.

What they can take the initiative to do is to remind their opponents, such as putting on wolf smoke as Haina said.

Thousands of miles of green sky, a pillar holding the sky high. Friends who intend to find fault are fully confident of obtaining accurate navigation, and there is little possibility of going wrong.

The question is, where should he find cigarettes for a moment

In later generations, the post-90s and post-90s have a unique adolescent trouble that they can't share with their predecessors, which is called that the living conditions are too superior. Lorraine is also troubled by it now.

The cooking utensils for camping are very advanced. They are made of metal. They are no different from the kitchen cabin of sea ships. In terms of design, it is not easy to produce open smoke and open fire.

The fuel brought this time is high-grade smokeless fruit wood, and the standby carbon fire is the dry smokeless type.

Filling the stove with damp firewood is also a whimsical move.

Because the exquisite French Chinese food has been put on the stove, changing the fuel indiscriminately will affect the quality of the food. The hired cook is holding a kitchen knife and eyeing covetously. It looks like you dare to commit suicide if you dare to mess around.

For the first time, Lorraine deeply felt the unbearable weight of the emperor's gold shoulder pole.

"What a... fortune!"

Pippo, Pippo, Pippo

A small fire was lit in a corner of the camp. Haina squatted aside and poked the fire bored. Pierce and his assistant happily carried the branches and leaves.

Those stumps and fallen leaves that have not been dried in advance, with heavy wet steam, once lit, the thick smoke rises suddenly, and the billowing column of smoke rushes up into the sky and connects the sky and the earth.

Lorraine looked at the small fire and saw that acharin was busy taking grapes from the maid's mouth.

He went up and slapped acharin on the leg: "young master, are we too nervous?"

"Has nothing to do with nervousness? Just now, it's more like stupidity."

"You are a noble man now. It's not good to say so."

"No, no, no, I never like to deny myself. That word was just for you, captain."

Lorraine suddenly realized: "enough grapes, enough life?"

"Sorry, although I don't know what you're struggling with, there's no doubt that it's all my fault!"

"This will not be the case."

"Yes!"

……

The problem is estimated to have been solved.

After a lot of calls, zilned and his party, who were highly expected by the public, finally followed the pillar of smoke to find the sunny hillside where Lorraine and them were hiding.

The atmosphere was hot and intense.

Lorraine squinted and stood behind the front of the guards, watching several carriages drive out of the forest and down two men and two women, surrounded by the crowd.

The leader was a man and a woman. The man was tall and handsome, dressed in the Navy major's uniform. The woman's makeup was beautiful, covered her veil, and looked curiously at the back of Lorraine.

Obviously, they are the legendary zierned and Miss Emily.

Zilned was very angry. He swept the camp fiercely and suddenly smiled ferociously.

"Look what I found? A group of soldiers, sneaking in the unknown wild forest. Naval intelligence says that a group of arrogant English pirates sneaked into Martinique. Isn't it just you?"

No one answered.

Perhaps he mistakenly thought that his false accusation had succeeded in frightening the outing team, and his adjutant immediately stepped out.

"Brave French sailors, it is God's bounden duty to protect the people. I command..."

Pop!

Before half of the oath, Lorraine gently snapped his fingers, the dull guard immediately launched, and 40 short guns aimed at the visitors' heads from all directions.

The determination, the numbness, the steady hands without shaking, no one doubts that they will shoot, and no one doubts that the French sailors will die at the command.

God... Are you crazy?

On the land of France, a group of thugs are pointing guns at the French navy. Did that nonsense excuse actually hit the Lord?

Nightmares?

The maid screamed in horror.

In the scream, Miss Emily's mind went blank and almost stopped turning completely.

She is only a qualified noble lady.

When he was young, Mr. Renault initiated etiquette, and then grew up in strict control. He was taught by those socialists, and learned equestrian, social, fashion and behavior and dress on various occasions.

She lives in a male dominated upper class society.

In this world of singing and dancing, her destiny should be to publicize her beautiful reputation in the pursuit of gentlemen, experience some unforgettable love and create some beautiful memories.

At the right age, the family will choose her destination. Most of them are committed to power, happy and ignorant to spend the rest of their life without worry about food and clothing.

In any case, she should not die, let alone be dragged down by an incompetent officer and fall into the hands of a group of vulgar and evil pirates!

She is beautiful!

What happens to a beautiful person like her once she falls into the hands of pirates?

She didn't know and didn't dare to think. All she could do was pray in the bottom of her heart and pray that God's great power could save her from this bitter sea.

But

That's God! Why does the omniscient and Almighty Lord

"A group of foolish soldiers, since they believe in barbarism, should honestly put barbarism on their face. Learn that lions show their fangs before hunting, rather than taking jackals as teachers. They only show their teeth and bluff."

"Stupidity is the original sin."

In the tense atmosphere, there was a contrarian sigh at the far end of the grass slope.

Miss Emily saw a handsome man standing up, dressed in the sun, walking at a leisurely pace, through the fierce pirates and unimpeded through the obstruction of the French sailors, and came straight to her, very close.

"A beautiful lady..." he covered his mouth and seemed confused. "It seems that these fools have more than one sin..."

In front of miss Emily, he murmured that a pleasant smell of grass spread away from the vulgar perfume of aristocratic men.

Miss Emily sank easily. Instinctively, there was only this perfect gentleman in her eyes.

"Beautiful lady, what's your name?"

"Emily, my name is Emily prio. My friends like to call me Ernie..."

"It's Aini, an angelic name. People are like their names. I'm zigfei nallo. Nice to meet you."

The gentle acharin was like a different person, his tone turned, and his breath was warm.

He took off his gloves in front of Miss Emily, hooked his fingers, pinched Miss Emily's slender hand, held it to his lips and kissed it gently.

"This smelly place is not suitable for you. Come with me and leave the rude things to yourself."

Miss Emily was subconsciously going to follow acharin. Zilneid looked at her and clenched her teeth to stop her.

"Dirty..."

Shua!

A red light flashed between zirned and acharin, interrupting zirned's voice and stopping his movement.

Zilned looked in horror and saw only a flying knife wrapped in red velvet deep into the land not far away.

The throwing knife is naturally Haina's, more than 20 meters apart, with a dense crowd in the middle. The Throwing Knife accurately passes through the gap of the crowd and sends the most intuitive threat at the most appropriate time.

The cold sweat soaked zilned's back in an instant.

Acharin was bored, sighed, released Miss Emily's hand, and put an arm around her slender waist.

"Go out, and your maid."

"Yes... Thank you..."

Then the words fell, and the sailors split the waves like the Red Sea in front of Moses, leaving a straight way in the air.

Miss Emily stared at all this and suddenly realized that the real nobility... Is like this.