Chapter 335

San Carlos is small.

As a military fortress with a main business of collecting taxes and a sideline of guarding the land, the possibility of accommodating the manor was not considered when digging the land.

The three armies in the city run their own affairs. The commander's residence, the lakeside port authority and the Watergate command post are the residences of the three main military officers. In a certain sense, it is equivalent to that the officers and soldiers live together.

Lorraine was warmly received by Mara in the villa like lakeside Port Authority annex building.

"Ruhr, my dear Ruhr sebilian, I haven't heard from you for three days. I thought you ran away like a coward in the face of the chance to change your destiny."

Lorraine greeted him with a smile, bowed and caressed his chest.

"Even if I were stupid, I should guess that the only hotel in the city is the asset of the garrison fleet. New Cadiz... Your uncle served in the Mediterranean fleet?"

"Every commander of the garrison fleet came from the Mediterranean fleet..." Mara was embarrassed. "Ruhr, I'm glad you made the right decision."

"As you said, my family does not allow me to refuse the friendship of a powerful officer. That is our defect. I hope it can be made up in my hand."

"Yes, defect, you're smart." Marla came up and glanced at Lev and Barto behind Lorraine. "Let your brave guards wait downstairs. I've prepared wine in the study. We can talk slowly."

This is a very reasonable request, but Lorraine shrugged helplessly.

"Mr. major, the guards are my father's men. My father has not allowed them to leave me since we had a fight with the smuggler in New Orleans."

"Are you on alert?"

"It was really his father's request. For this reason, he chose two dead eyes."

Marla looked at Lorraine for a long time.

"Follow if you like. Although my study is not big, there is always a place for two people."

……

After the disharmonious opening, Lorraine three followed Mara five into the study.

As always, the major showed his stupidity. When he saw Lorraine with his escort, even if he was temporarily assigned to the night duty, he wanted to take the ridiculous advantage of the scene.

Eight people crowded into the small study. Two guards stood by the door and two guards stood by the window, each holding a long gun like a guard.

If Lev and Barto can't see, they cross their hands and stand behind Lorraine, their heads high and their eyes don't squint.

Lorraine naturally has a seat.

He and Marla sat on the sofa with wine in the middle. No one meant to raise a glass.

Silence, silence, silence for more than ten minutes, Mara finally lost her patience.

"Dear Ruhr, people will always encounter choices in their life. Once they have made a decision, don't hesitate. Hesitation will only appear stupid."

"You misunderstood, major. I'm not hesitating, I'm just weighing."

"Oh? Weighing?"

"Yes." Lorraine looked up. "Some things need to be weighed, such as retreat, such as security. Of course, everything is based on success. I know my value. If I fail, I'm just a shameful traitor."

"I'm glad to hear such a wise speech." Marla smiled heartily. "So what are you weighing? Maybe I can help."

"Of course you can help me." Lorraine straightened up. "In fact, if you want to light the powder magazine in the civilian camp, you are the only one who can help me."

The smile still remained on his face. Mara's expression jerked: "are you going to blow up the Arsenal in the barracks?"

"Of course! Since you want to show the slackness and stupidity of the people's army through the accident, the bigger the accident, the better."

Marla swallowed her saliva: "but it was hundreds of casualties, and there was still a battalion of ammunition in it..."

"It's just a militia. It's easy to recruit." Lorraine simply threw back the words of three days ago. "And, Mr. major, you have misjudged your priorities."

"Me? Miscalculation?"

Lorraine stood up, walked around the circle behind Mara, pressed his shoulder and looked at the night view of the fortress outside the window.

The window faces east. Lorraine can easily distinguish the towering bell tower of the church. Its silhouette is straight into the sky like a sword. The bright moon is hanging behind it. It looks big and bright.

Lorraine patted Marla on the shoulder.

"Mr. major, there are two arsenals in this fortress. The main depot is in the center of the barracks. The result of the explosion is the dead and the gun is lost; the auxiliary depot is built at the joint of the two city walls. The result of the explosion is likely to be the collapse of the city walls."

"Which result hurt San Carlos more? Obviously, the latter."

"The barracks are the barracks of the militia. They live there. How many people die and how many guns they throw are the business of the militia. Even if the fortress commander changes, it is also the business of the militia and will not become the business of San Carlos."

"The collapse of the city wall is different. The core threat of San Carlos has always been the aborigines and beasts of the rainforest. If the city wall is, the city will be safe. If the city wall falls..."

Mara clenched her teeth and said, "if you resist the tide of animals and barbarians in a fortress without walls, even if you try your best, the next commander will be called incompetent!"

"That's it."

Lorraine held Mara's shoulder, smiled and whispered. The voice was not urgent or slow, tempting and stirring up the evil at the bottom of people's heart.

"Major, which is more important, which is more urgent. Sometimes a few people have to be sacrificed in order to save more lives. This is a kind act that only honest and kind gentlemen know."

"Is this... An act of kindness?"

"You will achieve your goal, maintain the security of the fortress and continue to maintain the people in the city. If this is not a good deed, what else is a good deed?"

"This is... A good deed!" Marla clenched her fist firmly, with a ferocious face like a ghost. "Ruhr, you're right. I almost forgot that every life is equally valuable in the eyes of God!"

"We are the nobles, messengers and Gospel chosen by God to the world! We can't and shouldn't put the people of the whole city into danger for the sake of a few low-level militias who don't love themselves. This is irresponsible to the innocent and even more irresponsible to the Lord!"

"We..."

Lorraine listened to his impassioned speech and suddenly saw a spark like glow in the clock tower opposite.

A sense of crisis filled his body in an instant. He pulled the horse to the ground without thinking about it. It was rude. Even people overturned the sofa under him!

Boom!

This is not only the sound of the sofa hitting the carpet, but also the sound of gunfire floating in the distance.

Gunfire rang through!

The glass of the window crashed and cracked, and a lead bullet stung the metal mounted flowers at the foot of the sofa, which immediately flew, right in the middle of Mara's self portrait.

Marla was lying on the ground with her mouth open.

"Lu... Ruhr..."

"The bell tower is a hunting soldier. The accuracy of this distance..."

Boom!

Lorraine's words were interrupted by another gunshot. An unlucky soldier was confused searching for the target. Suddenly, a huge flower of blood burst out of his chest and the whole man flew out.

The first dead appeared. The blood of the dead splashed on the ground, on the wall and on Mara's face. Mara began to struggle.

The whole house was in chaos. Bator and LEV hid themselves behind the wall first, and the fancy soldiers ran around like flies without heads.

Lorraine stood up, kicked a soldier in the way, dragged his horse and pressed him to the dead corner of the wall.

Then a third shot was fired and the second soldier fell to the ground.

Lorraine pressed Mara and issued a strict order: "Barto, the church bell tower, 350 meters away. He has at least three kentuckies in his hand. Don't make him too relaxed!"

"Yes!"

Batov lowered his body, took off the dead man's long gun and bullet, tore open the cartridge case, loaded the lead shot, compacted it, and hit back in the direction of the bell tower.

The effective range of the shotgun is only 30 meters. Even if Barto is the best Drake shooter, he can only maintain a relative accuracy of 50-70 meters.

The talent of Hunter is something you can't find.

Among the people Lorin knew, only pierce could shoot a target 100 meters away with a smooth bore. If he replaced the sniper gun Kentucky rifles of this era, he could barely maintain an accuracy of about 300 meters on land.

The hunter opposite is probably more talented than pierce!

Barto couldn't hold down the hunter.

Lorraine knew that Barto's counterattack could not pose a threat to the hunter at all. All he could do was to provide guidance for the incompetent guards with his own actions so that they would not make trouble for themselves at this time.

At least, Lorraine did.

Bator cautiously launched a counterattack against the bell tower. The two living guards soon followed suit and ran to the window.

The bell tower experienced a full five minute window period, and the gunfire began again.

The first shot was empty and broke a glass ornament on the closet. The second shot caught up with an unknown soldier. He hit back with a shot in the head and blossomed in the middle of his eyebrows.

The soldiers fell straight down, Lorraine and Bator making a sound at the same time.

"Three guns!" "three guns!"

"LEV, go and kick him out!"

"Oh!!!"

The big Viking man finally waited for the order.

He took off his shield, drew out his sword, roared up to the sky, immediately protected the shield in front of him and smashed the window lattice.

Boom!

The third shot hit the shield with a pop. Lev jumped down from the second floor, and the weight seemed to step on the ground.

"Oh!!!"

Lines of gunfire came in from the broken windows without warning, accompanied by screams, howls, entreaties, mostly Spanish voices.

Mara shrank in the corner like a stone carving, pale and confused.

"Lu... Mr. sebilian..."

"What's the matter?"

"You just... Seemed to speak English..."

Lorraine's eyebrows picked slightly undetectably.

Just now I was in a hurry. Naturally, I popped out my mother tongue, which I usually speak most. Unexpectedly, it was heard by the fool Mara.

What's the mess at the critical time?

He glanced at the horse discontentedly, and the horse trembled.

"Mr. major, they were sent by my father to protect me, not to make contributions to the kingdom of Spain."

"Barto is English and LEV is Norwegian. In order to make them understand my orders accurately, I can only communicate with them in English."

"It's not comfortable!" Lorraine used an unusual accent, "but you need to understand that we can hardly find top Spaniards in this hard-working industry."

Marla finally understood.

Whether he really understood or forced himself to understand, in short, he accepted Lorraine's explanation.

He carefully put his eyes on the broken window lattice: "Mr. sebrian, your guard seems to have clashed with my guard..."

"That's not lev." Lorraine shook his head and stood up. "Barto, protect major Mara. He's related to the future of our family."

"Yes, young master!"

After explaining the head and tail, Lorraine slowly pulled out the thin body sword and looked at Mara.

"That's not LEV, major. I guess someone may be a step faster than you..."