Chapter 343

The intense pre war preparations began in the afternoon.

After the afternoon tea, Lorraine took Haina, armed and bandaged Lev and Barto together to visit major Mara's villa.

Today, Haina is wearing another pure white dress.

The style and mechanism of the dress are similar to that of the black one, except that the conspicuous bow decoration in the previous set is replaced by a soft, decorative translucent tulle.

With this little change, the dress has become a different look. There is another elegance on Haina, which is in line with the luxury fashion that noble ladies never cut similar dresses.

The villa is heavily guarded.

The life and death disaster a few days ago made the sunny and stupid Mara suspicious. He was no longer easy to see, nor did he accept the villa guards arranged for him by the people's army and the non trusted port authority.

Up and down the villa are sailors from the San Carlos. It is roughly estimated that there are about 80 people. If we take into account the number of people who died in the night a few days ago, there are probably less than 20 people left on the San Carlos, which can meet the minimum standard of departure,

This is an unexpected change for Lorraine.

Thinking about the response to the change, Lorraine walked into the villa under the guidance of a lieutenant and saw major Mara hiding in the dark study.

Mara's gloom devours light.

He sat behind the large desk, chin propped up, looked at Lorraine for a long time, turned his eyes again, and swept Haina, Lev and Barto in turn.

"Your guards are healed?"

"The major is joking. How can people with bruises recover in a few days?" Lorraine pointed to Barto's left arm in plaster and Leff's bandage. "But we have an agreement, don't we? As long as the action is unimpeded, I have no reason to break the agreement."

"This is the only noble speech I've heard these days." Marla looked happy at last. "But dear Ruhr, why is your cousin here?"

"I asked her to come." Lorraine was prepared for the question, but still pretended to weigh words. "Major, after that night, Baron torresias will guard against every stranger's visit. It's human nature."

"That's why I need Leonor's help. A beautiful woman with no strength to bind a chicken can make our visit more real. Even the wily Baron can never connect the visitor with his fiancee with the explosion in the military camp."

"You're a damn conspirator!" Mara laughed and opened the drawer of her desk, took out a painted kraft paper bag and delivered it to Lorraine, "Here is my inside man, a company commander of the people's army captain. The specific identity and joint secret code are written in the document. All you have to do is hand in the prayer post and show up on time. He will take you to finish the next thing."

"You've already arranged it?" Lorraine asked in surprise.

"Don't worry, absolutely... Foolproof."

Out of the villa, Lorraine's mind still echoed Mara's ambiguous conclusion.

Absolutely infallible

Is the plan infallible, the implementation infallible, or the aftermath infallible?

If it happens to be the last one

Lorraine rubbed his eyebrows sadly: "how can Spanish aristocratic education raise such people? They are not only bad, but also stupid."

Haina approached her head curiously, "who are you talking about?"

"Talking about someone who's going to make us scapegoats. Haina, why did he remind me?"

"Don't you know? It's not only bad, but also stupid."

"That's true..." Lorraine smiled helplessly and called Barto and LEV. "The plan has changed. Barto helped me deliver the salute to the barracks, while Lev went to the lakeside wharf to find Daniel and cooperate with him to seize the boat after the thunder. After seizing the boat, you directly drive the boat to the north without waiting for us."

……

After a busy time, the hour hand finally pointed to 7 p.m.

Lorraine opened her eyes in the church bell and saw that Haina in the shadow of the room had changed into her black dress dotted with bows.

This is obviously not because of simple preferences.

Black is the color of night, which can help her hide her breath to the greatest extent when she is walking at night. If she meets Blackbeard again tonight, this little advantage may become the key to the final decision of victory and death.

Lorraine thought the same.

The accessory weapon he prepared for himself is his most familiar double knife. Although he can only carry a right-hand knife to match the dress, although the long knife with wide blade is different from the dress, all these problems are no longer a problem when he thinks of the damn black blade in Blackbeard's hand.

And hunters

As the biggest threat to Lorraine and others in the Blackbeard team, Lorraine still couldn't find a good response in the absence of Pierce.

But Haina made sure her Throwing Knife pierced the hunter's right shoulder.

The right shoulder is the key part to complete the shooting against the butt of the gun, which is no less important to the shooter than the warrior's arm. If the hunter doesn't have the recovery ability of Lorraine and LEV, Lorraine should no longer have to worry about the deadly gunfire from a distance tonight.

"There seems to be nothing missing," Lorraine said to himself, then pushed open the door and strode out.

The camp of the people's army was ablaze with fire.

Standing outside the camp gate, Lorraine heard the noise inside.

The people's army seems to be having a feast.

From time to time, drunken figures shook out of the brick and stone bungalow and vomited loudly holding the corner. Lorraine even saw a man dressed by an officer crossing the street with an exposed woman in his arms, walking from a large bungalow into a small bungalow.

He couldn't help sighing: "the military discipline of the people's army... Seems to be a little relaxed."

"When there is no external threat, the Baron doesn't control military discipline. You know, tax collectors..."

The one who answered Lorraine's question was captain Morey, company commander of the third company of the people's army. He was a bald man in his forties. He had a long hooked nose and sunken eyes. He looked sinister and had a bright voice.

He is naturally the insider in major Mara's mouth.

Captain Morey is a talkative man with a broken mouth and a strong desire to express himself.

According to his own account, he was assigned to the people's army by three former fleet commanders and the then fortress commander, whose main purpose was to let him supervise the withholding of taxes by the people's army.

Who knows, when he gained a firm foothold in the people's army, the original officer lost his position as the fortress commander in the evaluation. Since then, the fleet has no longer presided over the fortress defense. The captain of the San Carlos has changed every three years, and today is his fifth year of lurking.

However, Mara is still his direct superior without doubt, because he has a formal establishment in Spain's Mediterranean fleet. He is also a captain, a captain of the Royal Navy under the ground service.

Hearing his answer, Lorraine couldn't help laughing: "tax collectors have the expertise of tax collectors. Although the sailors of the fleet are well-trained, they may not be suitable for dealing with businessmen."

"This is also my biggest feeling in recent years." Captain Morey sighed. "In my opinion, San Carlos should have a real chief executive to integrate the three military forces, rather than fighting each other like this."

"Don't you support tonight's action?"

"I am a soldier, obedience is my bounden duty, and personal will is irrelevant." the captain looked at Lorraine discontentedly. "Come here. You are my relatives. You should go to my dormitory before visiting the military camp."

"You've really thought about it."

The four men chatted and soon came to a small bungalow in the corner of the barracks.

This is the duty dormitory arranged by the people's army for the company commander. It has a combat room, conference room, living room and bedroom. There are also an adjutant dormitory and a guard barracks that can accommodate one class. Although the land occupation is not as large as that of the soldiers barracks in the company platoon, it has enough space and privacy in actual use.

Captain Morey opened the door and welcomed Lorraine and others into the living room.

He ordered the adjutant to make tea, and soon brought back four armed guards. At the command, the muzzle of the black gun aimed at the three Lorraine.

"Be quiet, sir, be quiet. Let your guard not be impulsive. Please believe my kindness."

Lorraine sat on her sofa with her eyelids down.

"What does the captain want me to believe? The goodwill attached to the barrel?"

"In any case, kindness is kindness. It's better than we order them to kill you now, and then kill your broken arm guard and your beautiful fiancee."

"But it's different from the agreement between the major and me."

"It's actually the same," the captain joked. "Blasting is a military profession. As long as you think a little, you should understand that the major won't let you preside over the overall situation. Your identity tonight is just a scapegoat, a shameless man bought by the British or pirates."

"But I passed the investigation today as your relative. If I were the culprit, you wouldn't get rid of it."

"That's a problem," Captain Morey laughed. "So the soldiers checked tonight are also mine, and the registration information you filled in... Sorry, they may have been burned to ashes by now."

"That is to say, I'm not in the military camp now, am I?"

Lorraine suddenly asked a question that was completely unexpected to Morey.

Through this question, Morey noticed that Lorraine seemed too calm for a man who was falling into a trap and his head was pointed at by four long guns.

And he was far from alone. The guard with his broken arm and the Moorish girl with "no strength to bind a chicken" in Mala's letter could not see any panic expression on his face.

Morey had a bad feeling in his heart: "what do you mean by asking?"

"Of course it's for Ruhr sebilian." Lorraine smiled. "This time, I borrowed his name without permission. I should not let him bear the charge of treason without knowing anything."

"That visitor record is much more important than you think. If you don't burn it, I have to burn it too."

Morey's face suddenly changed: "you're not..."

"I'm not Ruhr sebilian. Congratulations, you guessed right. Unfortunately, there is no prize."