Chapter 640

Arthas left the shelter, paced and stepped alone on the beach where the sea breeze roared.

It is very close to pier 30, more accurately, it is close to the vacant pier 29, and is separated from piers 27 and 28 in the south by the rare cliff terrain on the island.

The shelter was built under the cliff, a small part of the rock foundation was excavated, and about 600 or 700 square meters of sand beach was excavated to connect with the natural sea cave under the cliff. After closed pumping, it has been repaired to its present state.

According to the family records, the shelter used a lot of manpower and material resources, and hundreds of slaves were executed after the project was completed. Arthas believed it.

In his mind, the sanctuary was a masterpiece, not only for the past, but also for the present.

Along the beach, Alsace walked all the way to pier 29.

The docks here are bleak and desolate.

Due to the long-term vacancy, weeds and moss are densely scattered in the corners of the plank road. From time to time, unknown wild animals can be seen passing by, leaving only small bushes shaking uneasily in the wind.

Last night, we had an after dinner walk with relano, accompanied by Alsace at that time.

Relano obviously likes the desolation of No. 29, because as the only artificial building that can observe pier 30 with hands and eyes, this desolation greatly enriches the French general's sense of privacy and distance.

So it seems that the French are really slow to the words "privacy" and "distance".

Arthas smiled, soon stopped laughing, and gently knocked on the empty villa door.

The door of the villa was soon opened and a strong man came out of the empty room. He looked five points similar to Arthas and nine points similar to Arthas.

"Captain, you're back!" the man said to Arthas in surprise.

"I'm back," Arthas said softly. "For two years, I've made you play the role of pavlomus with fear. Roy, it's hard for you."

"Cherberg is Morgan's most loyal deputy and slave. Since the era of the pirate emperor, the emperor has given this glorious mission to my family. Captain, this is the glory of my life!"

"I know your family is loyal." Arthas stepped forward, held royeri's waist and kissed deeply. "Even if you know I don't want loyalty, all you can give me is loyalty."

Royeri was shy and sorry: "sorry, regiment..."

"Don't apologize. You and I are both tools. Tools don't deserve love." he let go of royeri. "Are all the guys ready?"

Royeri took two deep breaths and nodded heavily: "a total of 30 barrels of cotton yarn, soaked with tung oil, enough to block the vent of the shelter three times!"

"Light the fire first and throw in the poisonous smoke," Arthas, or pavlomus, whispered in royeri's ear, "and then block it."

"Yes!"

"Royeri, that shelter is a masterpiece. Except for the entrance on the cliff, the only exit is hidden below the water line most of the time. Lieutenant general leilano doesn't know that in order to ensure the tightness of the water gate, the water gate can't be opened unless the tide falls."

Royeri's eyes twinkled: "that is to say, once poison smoke is put in it, the French navy can escape from that small and narrow hole?"

"The cliff entrance is designed to be hidden."

Even what can't help laughing make complaints about this.

"In short, the situation is generally like this," he said to royeri. "You take the guys to guard at the door and pay attention to the range of chalville. Kill those who come out and those who hide inside. If you want to surrender, accept them and kill them."

"There are 197 Frenchmen in total. If relano can't kill those laborers, there are 214. They are well-equipped and well-trained. We don't have many people. Be patient and don't act recklessly."

He went on and on.

"By the way, it's not easy to ignite in the shelter, and those drawings have been moved to the new victory, so you don't have to worry when throwing a fire. Even if it burns inside, only smoke will flow into the wharf, and the fire won't."

"Then there is the follow-up." bafromiu thought, "the ship abandoned by the French at pier 30 should be blown up. Don't scuttle it in the way of martyrdom. The characteristics of the new victory are too obvious. Stay there and don't move. We only take the drawings and send them to Brazil by yourself. Don't fake others."

Roeri nodded his head when he heard a word, and said yes when he heard a word.

"As for the dead French... It's not good to die. After all, the bodies will reveal information, or let them disappear from the safe point."

Royeri nodded heavily: "Captain, aren't you ready to go back to the regiment for the time being?"

"I haven't finished yet." pavlomus smiled and shook his head. "Those fools who only know gold and white flag, how can they find my dear and dangerous sister if I don't report on my work?"

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Time, 2:15 p.m.

The great liurik is driving smoothly on the coastline at a speed of 3 knots. It looks slow and not as urgent as expected.

Of course, this is not the expression of Lorraine's real state of mind, but the steady progress is indeed Lorraine's personal opinion.

After the encounter with bonette, Lorraine and his party escaped from death and successfully arrived at old dukov's Pier 19.

According to the original intention, Lorraine at that time wanted to fly to the safe haven of No. 17 immediately.

However, it takes a lot of preparation time for ships to leave the port.

After all, No. 19 wharf has never encountered an enemy situation. For dukov's sailors, their environment has nothing to do with words such as danger and urgency. There is no second merchant ship of the chamber of Commerce in the new world. Like Drake's fleet, even if there is no danger detected, they will always maintain a militarized war preparedness alert.

In other words, even with the sound of gunfire all around, the hearty Russians are still enjoying their island vacation. It takes at least half an hour to leave Hong Kong in combat readiness.

Lorraine's impatient heart could only be forced to calm down.

Fortunately, being calm doesn't mean sitting.

Dukov has always spoiled the crew of the liurik, and the centripetal force on the ship is no less than that of valkiri, which means that Lorraine finally has a hand to explore the island and collect intelligence.

The straight-line distance between pier 17 and PIER 19 is less than one kilometer. If you leave aside the avenue, the scouts' investigation time through the forest is less than 20 minutes, which means that Lorraine can master part of the information of pier 17 before leaving the port.

Based on the above two points, dukov quickly selected five groups of 25 people from his charge team to explore the East, West, North and south banks and pier 17 respectively.

As a result, the scouts at pier 17 gave Lorraine a reply of unknown extreme significance: [fierce battle in the safe haven, overall advantage of valkiri and his allies].

There is no doubt that the Scout is a pirate's traitor, and he is also an unqualified traitor with perfunctory business and quick IQ!

Lorraine is not without any judgment about the war situation at pier 17!

Combined with valkiri's vision, the terrain of the safe haven, the scale of the pirates' invasion, and Lorraine's own reaction and mood when the shell broke through the dome of the venue, people with a little judgment can see the dilemma faced by valkiri.

As long as the battlefield is in the safe haven, the possibility of Bell's dominance is zero, pure zero, and there is no possibility of turnover.

His only way to live was outside the harbor, but before he could live, valkiri had to pass through the pocket like estuary first.

In the case of a raid, does bell really have a chance to break through the bay mouth?

Lorraine couldn't believe bell could resist until now if the guns at pier 17 were not still rumbling.

There's a fierce battle in the safe haven. It's all over. Are you kidding!

In order to make his lie more pitiful and reasonable, the spy even made up a nonexistent ally!

Wait

"Ally?" Lorraine shivered fiercely, raised his hand, grabbed the spy's shoulder and forcibly dragged him in front of him. "You say ally? Valkiri has an ally? What identity? What ship type!"

"Spy" was frightened by Lorraine's murderous spirit, trembled, his lips trembled, and his face was blue: "no... I don't know, there was no flag on the ship, but it was a big ship, bigger than valkiri, with several gun compartments..."

"A ship bigger than varkiri, with several gun compartments... Battleships?"

This is the only answer that Lorraine can think of, but which country's battleships will rush to waijuster to perform justice? This is the territorial sea of the United States!

"Do not hesitate to cause diplomatic disputes, but also support valkiri's battleships... An intelligence network that can timely detect the movements of Caribbean Pirates... Does such a ship really exist in the world?"

Lorraine looked at the sea and muttered to herself.

"Haina, we may have to take a little risk. Seeing... Is believing."