Chapter 287

At midnight, the siege of Mary Daya's chapel was coming to an end.

Lorraine and Jefferson stood on a nearby small balcony, accompanied by Haina and Noah, looking at the battlefield with a mirror in their hands.

"There was a fierce fight in the north. There seemed to be a loophole in the line travel... They were caught."

Jefferson shook his head and put down the mirror.

"The formation of the saints' regiment is still too short. Although the soldiers have enough courage, they are still in a hurry to fight at night."

Lorraine smiled casually: "but I admire the saint for hiding his horse in the chapel... No, he should be able to get Jingui's horses through several slaves."

"The man who rode away should be the core of the mob, and Mr. revere should be disappointed."

"The core is also slaves. You should liberate him. These slaves have nowhere to go in the white world."

"Yes." Jefferson raised his mouth. "Kenvey, your performance shows that Boston has eliminated a hidden danger under the water, and this time you have the evidence of slaves hiding firearms. The state capital can rightly reprimand the daily management of the Union and take back some autonomy rights in the Southern District. I will write to the commander in chief of Washington and Mr. Adams."

"Thank you for your preference." Lorraine leaned over and saluted slightly.

"This is not a preference. You have done a lot for America. On the contrary, we... Cotton Jack..."

"Lawless people have lawless rules. I'm deeply impressed by your kindness, but since he doesn't accept it, just follow the industry rules. Pirate king... To be honest, I'm still looking forward to the future."

Jefferson sighed softly: "you should be careful. There are few true friends in America. The loss is an immeasurable blow to our cause."

"This is probably the most touching utilitarian speech I have ever heard..."

The two of them were pulling idle films one by one. Suddenly, a sailor came in and reported softly to Haina.

After a while, Hannah waved back the sailor and whispered to Lorraine in front of Jefferson.

Jefferson waited quietly until Haina finished and stepped back. With a smile, he asked, "accident?"

"It's not an accident for you." Lorraine played with the mirror. "The net in the water tank caught the fish. There were more than 30 people, all white. But there was still no clue on those people. On the contrary, at the place where they landed, my people found a waiter's armband in the middle of a pile of rubber and leather clothes."

"Waiter's armband? That kind of cloth ring wrapped around the sleeve by the head waiter of the restaurant?"

"That's the cumbersome ornament." Lorraine looked at the battlefield again, and his voice floated out of his mouth and melted into the night wind. "There was a string of words on the back of the armband, saying [olan flavor smoked fish restaurant]."

"Olan flavor smoked fish restaurant... I've heard of that store. It's very famous on Wesley street."

"It seems that I did meritorious service again by accident."

"You've been doing meritorious service. I'm not surprised at this..."

……

The moon sets, the sun rises, and the night fades.

Two more days passed after the riots in the Southern District.

Many things have happened in the past two days. The Continental Army cracked a stronghold deeply buried by the royal secret service on Wesley street, and then followed suit, leading to seven intelligence stations and a large number of confidential information.

The son of Freedom Corps was severely impacted. One deputy army commander and two commanders resigned. Six company commanders were found to have accepted bribes and suspected of collaborating with the enemy.

Major general kidalier, the commander of the regiment, was reprimanded for this.

On the other hand, because the riots in the Southern District verified the fact that slaves hid military weapons, the United trade union was ordered by the state capital to reflect, the unique preferential tax treatment in the Southern District was greatly reduced, and the strategic workshops including military industry and quilt clothing were forced to accept the settlement and supervision of the Puritan church.

In the end, the state capital did not step on the threshold that the government did not get involved in the economy, but there was little difference. Everyone knew that the Puritan church and the state capital were in the honeymoon period now.

In Houwan, at the wharf outside Haite shipyard, Jefferson, revere and a group of shipyard executives saw Lorraine off on the plank road.

Jefferson was reluctant to part with the golden cup of Caesar given to him by Lorraine.

"Yesterday I wrote to the pirate Mr. Wang in my personal name. If he wants to land in Virginia, I hope he will accept the goodwill of the United States."

"Why do you bother?" Lorraine looked at the tall and straight road sign on the bow around him. "Don't forget that the road sign is a 16 section ship."

"This is what America owes you. It has nothing to do with whether you need it or not." Jefferson handed over the gold cup box to his entourage, stretched out his hand and held it tightly with Lorraine. "After this, you will return to Baltimore. Soon, it's time for me to go back to Virginia. Although I'm on both sides of the Chesapeake, I'll never see you again easily. Plain sailing, my friend."

"May your career be a monument, Mr. governor."

Revere shook his parting gift with joy, a small golden wind lamp of the old British royal family.

"Kenvi, is this really an antique lamp of the Mercian dynasty?"

"I don't understand that history, general revere." Lorraine shrugged. "Carmen bought it from an English forced nobleman. It's said to be their family heirloom."

"I see the inscription!" Revere's face was ruddy. "Look at the ugly and rough words and the ancient... Er, it should be ancient... Ancient words. I bet it's an antique a thousand years ago!"

"You should find a serious connoisseur. The wind lamp has made you. I think this lamp is very suitable for you."

"I'll do it! If it's an antique, it'll be the family heirloom of the revere family!"

"I will pray for you on board, general."

Revere was suddenly surprised. He quickly put the wind lamp in the box and handed it to his adjutant to hold it carefully.

"Hey, have a nice trip, man!"

"Thank you."

The road sign began her maiden voyage, the slender hull slowly withdrew from the berth, and bell turned around with full rudder as usual.

With such a simple action, her hull suddenly tilted, and the sailors on board were unprepared. They rolled, fell and turned their horses.

Lorraine looked at the red faced bell and laughed, "do you need me to take the helm, bell?"

"See your ghost! See your ghost!" bell licked his tongue. "What a unique horse... Captain, raise all the sails. I want to see the scenery of 16 sections!"

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely sure!" the whole ship shouted.

"That's what you want!"

Lorraine happily stepped on the guard rail at the bow of the ship, took out his machete with a clang and pointed straight forward.

"The whole ship looks for the nearest fixed personnel, the personnel are on duty, and there is no rest!"

"The horizontal sail, longitudinal sail, bow sail and catch wind are all open, and the wing sail is wide!"

"Wind direction!"

Karen on the side and pierce on the foremast shouted at the same time, "the wind direction is northwest and North, level 4!"

"Heading due east, heading for the middle ridge, target New Orleans."

Deafening cheers broke out from the ship.

In the cheers, Lorraine shouted wildly.

"Faster than the wind and faster than the waves. Shells can only look at the heart of the ship and sigh, and the curse will not catch up! We will become ghosts on the sea! Road signs... Set sail!"

……

Soon after, a dark shadow sneaked into the room in an unobtrusive corner of Qianwan.

"Reverend Rashid, the smugglers have left the port."

Sander hid gloomily in the shadow of his hat, like clay sculpture and wood carving, without saying a word.

The slave who reported swallowed his saliva: "Reverend, our partners in the Southern District have found out that what happened the night before yesterday has something to do with these smugglers. Now they have left an unprotected shipyard, and we still have more than a dozen guns, don't we..."

"Le Francois, I suffered the first failure under the betrayal of the white people." Sander's voice suddenly rose and faintly cut off, "Boston, our holy city, I suffered the second failure under the encirclement and suppression of the white people..."

"These two failures have taught me a truth... In the white world, we are too conspicuous to do anything we want."

"Priest..."

"We're going to stronger places, to more relaxed places for whites."

The slaves were stunned: "is there really such a place in the world?"

"Yes." sander emphasized, "some of our brothers come from South America. There are many uprisings in Spanish territory and Chile, and the brothers there are more free!"

"Do you know why I sang praises to you out of Egypt the night before yesterday?" he stood up, took off his mask, took off his cloak, and untied the bandage covering his skin color. "I thought Boston was our Jerusalem, but later I found out that this was Egypt..."

"Our promised land is in the south. In Santiago, God has long revealed to us that it is the land of Canaan where we enjoy freedom."

"It's time to go out of Egypt! The heavenly father gave me a metaphor last night to cut the Atlantic for us. Let's..."

"Er... Reverend Rashid." an Indian slave weakly raised his hand in the corner, "that... Chile is in the southernmost part of South America, and it seems to be the Pacific..."

silent.

Unprovoked silence.

It's embarrassing.

Sander was silent for a long time and responded solemnly.

"This is the power of the Lord! He splits the Atlantic for us, but we take advantage of the internal struggle of the white people to go from land to Chile. No one can guess where we are going!"

"Amen..." the slaves whispered.

"We will go all the way to the promise. We will be brothers and fight for freedom. We will be with the Lord and we will live a glorious life. Are you ready?"

"Amen."

"Will you follow the Lord's guidance with me?"

"Amen."

"Are you willing to devote yourself on the road to compete for the future of future generations and let them be born free?"

"Amen!"

"The glory of the Lord shines on us. When I see the floating feathers, I know that there is an angel's protection. That protection points to the South and to our promises."

"We will bear in mind the Lord's teaching, not betray, not flee, not lie. If we betray, let my fellow travelers spit on me, let my admirers despise me, let the sharp blade kill me, the fire burn me, and the flood drown me..."

"Let's sing together, Hallelujah, Amen."

"Amen!"

"Amen."

"Amen!"

The fever in the room broke through the top, and Thornton looked at it with tears in his eyes.

"Don't forget our dead brothers. Let's carry their will... Let's go!"

……

Wesley street, florist.

The door of the florist was closed. Because of the inspection two days ago, the whole Wesley street was trembling and no one was near or far.

But Harry still bought a basin of pure lilies from a few blocks away. Like a mourner, he looked directly at the beautiful sig face to face for the first time.

There was a faint look of anger on Seager's face.

"You've been out of touch for two days, idiot Harry!"

"Because we were ambushed in the shipyard, Ryan and I didn't see any sign of the perfect ambush."

Seager's face tightened. "Edward KENWAY... Is he ready?"

"It's not accurate to say that we are prepared. It should be said that the whole sump is a pocket for us from the beginning."

"What's going on... Arms?"

"It has long been handed over to the saints, and the transportation process has been concealed from the whole Boston."

"How are our people?"

"Thirty five people, except Ryan, were destroyed. Ryan was seriously injured. When he escaped from the sea, he found Rodney on a stone beach."

Seager felt worse and worse: "Rodney, he..."

"Covered with tung oil and wrapped in chains, he was hung on the only way for ships to enter and leave Houwan, which was like a means to warn pirates." Harry laughed at himself. "I have seen him at least three times since he disappeared, but it was because of this cover that I missed him perfectly."

"You're not impulsive... I mean, you didn't collect his body?"

Harry closed his eyes. "No, Ryan and I won't step on such an obvious trap twice."

"That's good." Seager breathed a sigh of relief and finally relaxed. "It seems that we have been targeted. Although we may not have found me, you must have been exposed."

Harry nodded. "What do you do? Do you want to evacuate?"

Seager was silent for a long time.

"Let's turn to silence," she said. "The royal secret service has been seized these two days... At present, we should have wronged them... But their seizure has just diverted our attention and given a reasonable account of the matter ahead."

"And kedalir was frightened. The poor man has a thief's heart and no courage. We can't do anything until he regains his courage."

"As for evacuation..." she smiled coldly. "Even if we evacuate now, Clinton will try his best to throw us to a more dangerous place, because the army hates us."

"The 52nd regiment retreated to the mainland and heard that it was going to be transferred to India to act as a bully. But we were stuffed back to New England at this juncture and thrown into the eye of the storm in Boston."

"What cold-blooded dignitaries, obviously... We are a meritorious Army..."

Harry listened quietly. When sig finished, he bent down and put the lily on the ground towards the back bay.

"I'll take Ryan to Cape Cod to recover from his injury. In the future, I'll arrange two people to wait for you every day, but it can't be limited to Ryan and me. What are you going to do?"

"Pick up girls." sig covered his face and smiled. "Kidariel's daughter is very beautiful. I've almost bent her these days."

"Bend?"

"I can wear women's clothes. How do you describe two ladies rolling the sheets?"

Sad and heartbroken, Harry felt sick and just wanted to leave.

"May you be torn down by kedalir, castrated and hanged on the cross! I believe this will celebrate the whole civilized world."

"It's cruel, little Harry."

"Good bye, madam!"

"Won't you stay and have fun, little Harry?"

"No! I don't think I want to be happy all my life. Bye!"

In the silver bell like laughter of Seager, Harry fled.

When he ran away, SIG Wu calmed down, squatted down and gently stroked the lily lace waving to the sun.

"Rodney... Dead?"

"Edward KENWAY, how on earth did you find out?"

"Why do you think you look familiar?"

"Is it because when I first met, I had a hunch that you were difficult to deal with?"

"It seems that there are too many warlike and warlike businessmen in this world."

"Right? Lorraine Drake..."