Chapter 372

"Steady... Steady! Open the oars, don't panic, hold your respective oars! Hold the oars and you won't capsize..."

The storm was mixed with Barto's cry. On the Bank of Lake San Carlos, a small boat fluctuated hard in the strong wind and rain.

They have completed most of the whole journey. As long as they land, they can reach the end.

However, the overturned Lake waves were swept to the land by the wind, hit the bank and smashed, creating a fine turbulent flow, retreating and intertwined regardless of depth, weaving a large unpredictable shore eddy between advance and retreat.

The fast-moving boat plunged into it and was unluckily pushed back less than 20 meters from the shore. Then it was seized by the eddy current, and let the violent nature throw them high, smash them down, throw them high, smash them down

Lorraine stood with her arms in her arms at the bow of the boat, and her feet were as motionless as nails despite the high wind and waves.

"Barto, get Daniel ashore safely and don't let the boat turn over."

"Yes!"

A strong wave came and pressed on the boat. Barto effortlessly wiped the water off his face and shouted to Lorraine.

"Captain! I'm going to give up four oars, lock the oars on the side to improve stability, let the sailors get into the water and push the boat out of the vortex manually!"

"It's your problem." Lorraine took care of the knife belt. "You need to think about it yourself."

Barto was stunned: "are you going to..."

"I've been waiting long enough. I want to know the situation of San Carlos earlier. That's our way back."

Another big wave came up. Lorraine suddenly drew a knife, held it with both hands, jumped up and cut!

The water and iron exploded like artillery, and the waves broke.

At the moment of falling into the water wave, Lorraine's voice reached the boat: "LEV, let's go."

"Good!"

A few minutes later, two big fish splashed out of the water, supported the bank with strong arms, and lifted Lorraine and LEV to the shore.

The lake shore is quiet.

The mess of the war is still clear here, the stone slabs of the paving are concave and convex, and the exquisite fountains are no longer running water. The beautiful flower beds once full of flowers are densely covered with ferocious cracks, and the thick yellow muddy water seeps out from the cracks and impregnates one side, which is very dirty.

But compared with twenty days ago, the changes here are distinct.

On the top of the two broadest plank roads, a wooden towering watchtower facing the lake was built. The fort of the shore defense was opened. More than ten heavy and heavy guns were added on the lake embankment, only covered with a simple gun canopy and covered with a rain cloth to keep out the rain.

The gun awning is poorly made. Through the wide gap, Lorraine can see the accumulation of bullets and gunpowder, indicating that the place is in a state of imminent war and, of course, dealing with the possible threat of Grenada.

What pleased Lorraine most was that he saw the Red Army soldiers standing guard from the rain on the dock.

The pier is a key bridgehead against Grenada, but it is not an important place for the town anyway.

The presence of Spencer's soldiers here at least shows that the order in the town is still in good order, far from what Lorraine is most worried about.

With a long sigh of relief, he got up and left the shelter and walked towards the nearest lobster soldier.

The sentry was very alert. Although his monitoring direction made him face Lorraine on his side, and although the surrounding wind and rain obscured the thin noise, Lorraine raised his gun and turned sharply after only three steps.

"Don't move, sir, tell me who you serve!" he asked loudly. "The rainstorm has been raining for more than 20 days. In such a ghost weather, no one will come for a walk by the lake!"

Lorraine frowned. "If I were you, I wouldn't show such obvious hostility until I'm sure I can control it for four weeks."

Before the voice fell, Lev charged with a shield from the other side.

His big foot stepped on the uneven slate, splashed the puddle and crushed the bluestone. Each step was as heavy as a thousand, and he was very fast.

The sentry turned in a hurry, but there was no time to pull the trigger. Lev's shield rose and smashed the barrel of the marine commuter's gun into a twist.

"Serial number, soldier!"

The sentry sat down on the ground, biting his teeth and saying nothing.

Lorraine strode up to his shelter and looked at him. "You just asked me who I served. I'm Lorraine Drake, a mercenary hired by the Royal Navy of Great Britain for sea operations. My service object is colonel Horatio Nelson, the chief commander of sea operations. Do you understand?"

The sentry was dumbfounded: "will... Mr. President?"

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"The illness of the army occurred 14 days ago when a soldier fainted while building a watchtower. At that time, we didn't care much. After all, such a heavy rain is difficult to endure. In the hinterland of the enemy country, there are war ends that can open at any time in front of and behind us. It is normal for several people to have a mental breakdown. In fact, he is not the first soldier to faint at work."

Port Authority villa, Nelson's temporarily requisitioned residence for himself.

Accompanied by Spencer, Lorraine stepped up the stairs quickly. Along the way, Spencer was telling the story of the plague.

"We found that he was different from the comatose soldiers in front of him on the third day after his illness. Generally, the soldiers who suffered from excessive mental pressure would get better in one or two days, but he didn't. The more he was ill, the more serious he became, and soon he started a fever."

"On the day of his fever, seven other soldiers fell ill. Four were in the same camp with him, two were his personal friends, and the last was the serviceman I sent to take care of him."

"As a result, the plague spread. The third batch of 16 people fell ill, followed by 12, 9 and 22... In just 14 days, I have organized 37 funerals. 91 people in the military camp are still bedridden, and 33 people have mild cough and fever."

"The doctors here refuse to serve us. Your ship doctor is the only doctor we can find right now. I tried to contact you from the day the third batch of patients appeared, but the wind and waves on the lake are too strong, and we don't have enough soldiers who are good at ship operation... It seems that I need to fill in six more death notices, right?"

"I'm afraid so." Lorraine and Spencer stopped in front of Marla's bedroom. "Your people found me this morning. In order to come over, I rowed in the wind and waves for three hours... Is the colonel in there?"

"It's inside," Spencer nodded. "The orderly is taking our protective clothing..."

"No, tropical diseases are not strong infectious diseases. People who will catch them are fools, and the one inside is no exception!"

With that, Lorraine pushed open the door with her boots and saw a thin, pale Nelson on the bed.

I don't know whether he was awakened by Lorraine or didn't sleep, Nelson quickly opened his eyes and looked at Lorraine with his red and bloody eyes.

"You saw me..." he said. "Am I in bad shape?"

"It's terrible. If you don't treat it, you'll probably die here," Lorraine told the truth.

"It seems that you are very dissatisfied with my illness..." Nelson smiled bitterly. "Also, tropical disease, every tactics manual related to the rainforest has its response. I should have been prepared, and even should not have allowed the disease to spread from the beginning."

"But it did spread." Lorraine recalled for a moment, "the major said that the plague has killed 37 people, infected 91 people, had signs of 33 people, and 6 people disappeared on the lake in order to find me. Your troops have lost the ability to attack. What are you going to do next?"

"What to do? God doesn't seem to want to see me get real merit..." Nelson smiled miserably. "I feel weak, cold hands and feet, and colic in my lower abdomen. I can't sleep. As soon as I fall asleep, I see countless ghosts standing around me and biting my flesh and blood, but no one is willing to tell me why God hates me. Drake, do you know?"

Lorraine looked strange: "Colonel, are you going to let a pagan judge your faith?"

"Do I?" Nelson was stunned for a long time, as if recalling his words before. "It seems that I'm really confused. Drake..."

Before he finished, Spencer, wrapped in a protective suit and looking a little astronaut, came in.

"Drake, your ship doctor and sailors are here. We'd better let the doctor see the doctor first, and the rest chat until the colonel is out of danger."