One hammer, one hammer, one hammer, one hammer, one hammer.

Amid the gunfire and smoke, the solid carriage was destroyed by Lorraine, with wood chips splashing and wreckage falling.

Seeing that the hammer was almost done, Lorraine put down the hammer, pinched a wooden bone with both hands, pedaled the axle, and exerted force suddenly.

Click! Lalalala!

The iron sheet wrapped around it became twisted little by little, and the wooden bones as thick as their arms were lifted out by Lorraine's brute force, and the sound of breaking at the connection was everywhere.

Click!

With a crisp sound, the wing board was removed and held in Lorraine's hand. He and the count met with each other with the Count.

The count held the sword in both hands, and pointed the sword tip straight towards Lorraine.

"You... are an assassin!"

"Really, can people trust more?" Lorraine innocently threw away the wing board, and the exhibition seemed to sweep the armed belt slanted across her body. "I have a gun and a flying knife suitable for throwing. If I were one of the assassins, why would it take a lot of trouble?"

"Don't make a fuss! Mr. Edward Kenway, you can't deceive me!" The Count gasped, pressed against the roof of the cabin, trying to get himself up, standing up straight, "We are in a forest on the outskirts of the city, where there are few people here, and some people have set traps for me. You happened to appear here, and you broke my identity as soon as you opened your mouth. How do you plan to explain these coincidences!"

"No explanation is needed." Lorraine sneered, "Your answer needs to be found by yourself. If you don't believe me, any explanation from me is nothing more than a cover-up in your ear."

"this……"

The Count never expected that he would hear such an answer from Lorraine, and for a moment he was a little in a dilemma.

From my heart, he was extremely looking forward to this redemption.

However, he suffered too many dangers and tortures tonight, and he almost died and died several times, making him afraid to place his safety on a stranger, even if he said it was true.

Lorraine was in a stalemate with him inside and outside the carriage, without urging or comforting him.

After waiting for a while, Cron trotted to Lorraine, first hanged his baby sledgehammer back on his back, and then reported: "A total of 23 assassins, killed 12 people, captured 7 people, and 4 others ran away and ran to the direction of New Orleans. We were injured 5 and 1 seriously injured."

"Let Daniel be seriously injured first, and try not to leave any troubles. By the way, those escaped soldiers did not meet with the blocking troops in front?"

"How dare a group of mobs go back to the battlefield?"

"Yes." Lorraine shook her head contemptuously, "Leave two groups of people to guard the captives, and the remaining people will immediately go to support the Count's guards and end the battle as soon as possible."

"Yes, Captain!"

All this was carried out in front of the earl. The earl stopped listening to the gunshots, and watched the brigade of capable sailors lined up with guns on their backs, leaving only a small number of soldiers passing by the dejected prisoners, and their tone finally became a little loose.

"You... are you here to save me?"

"You need to judge this, Lord Earl, I have said everything I should say."

The Count gritted his teeth and fought for a long time. Finally, he put his sword back into the sheath and sat down: "You have a doctor, I need treatment."

"Daniel will come to take care of you when my people are over. They are hurt for you, and it is reasonable that I cannot give up on them."

"I will respect your decision..."

The battle was over soon, and heavy rains fell, and the Jackdaw and the Earl were locked into the dense woods.

A temporary tent was set up in the woods. It was called a tent, but in fact it was a few pieces of oil cloth to block the trees, leaving a small amount of dry space.

The Count and the wounded were lying under the tarpaulin for treatment by Daniel, Lorraine, the sailors, the surviving loyal guards of the Count and the unlucky, mostly wounded prisoners stayed outside, relying on trees to block the rain.

The only privileged one is Henna.

She was sleeping soundly under a small tent, with a group of sailors standing guard for her, expelling the possible beasts.

No one doubts about this.

For the Count, the assassination caused him heavy losses.

The fifty-man guards, only twelve guards followed the guard leader, Knight Ero, to rescue them. They were attacked and killed halfway, killing four people and injuring six people.

Erro lay next to him, and was shot hard on his left shoulder. Daniel used a scalpel to cut off a large piece of flesh and blood contaminated by lead bullets, and then filled the gap with anti-infection drugs that were dried with donkey manure, soil, herbs and spirits, and carefully wrapped them in a clean bandage.

The Count did not know if the loyal Knight of Ero could survive the danger.

But no matter whether he survived or not, the Count was impressed by Daniel's magical medical skills.

He was in the military camp and had seen countless similar injuries. No matter how famous the doctor he invited had, the only treatment plan he could give was to buy it.

The hands that were shot should be chopped off, then a little mud was pasted, wrapped in bandages, and the injured were allowed to fend for themselves.

No one has never been able to not only try to protect the injured arm like Daniel, but also prepare special anti-infection drugs specifically for them!

Enjoy such cutting-edge treatment methods in such a simple environment. If the injured person still cannot survive in the end, he can only say that his deadline has come.

The count received Daniel's treatment in his feelings. The bruises were applied with ointment and bandages, and the wounds at the corners of the eyebrows were also covered with special medicine. A slight tingling sensation was transmitted to the brain, forming a special signal called "trust".

After the treatment, he gently pulled Daniel's sleeve.

"Doctor, why don't Captain Kenway allow you to use special medicine on injured sailors?"

Daniel looked at the heavy rain curtain outside the tent with a cold face: "There are not many special medicines, and the captain said that you and your life should be guaranteed first. Loyalty and dignity enjoy priority in life, which is unquestionable."

"Then... those sailors?"

"The captain cleaned their wounds with strong liquor and burned their flesh with a red-hot knife. Whether he could survive would need God's favor."

"Captain Kenway...is an upright gentleman."

...

Tropical rain always comes and goes.

Soon, the heavy rain stopped, and the count refused the escort request from the guards who came to him, and invited Lorraine and her group to take the wounded and escort the prisoners to the Kent Manor where he temporarily lived.

Located on the edge of the old town, Kent Manor covers a vast land area. The owner is a large planter with a famous reputation in the social circle of New Orleans, Ms. Bethaphine Kent.

She is a young widow, a close friend of the Countess Galves far away in Europe, and the Count's only public lover in the New World. She heard that the two had a certain relationship and had received formal blessings from the Countess.

It’s a pity that Lorraine failed to meet this famous manor owner.

Because of the assassination, the count missed dinner with Mrs. Kent. The maid said that the lady had drunk more wine and had fallen asleep now, and it was impossible for her to go downstairs to entertain guests for a while.

Lorraine and her group stayed in Kent Manor without any name, without any request to the Earl, nor did they mention any topic of reward.

At night, a sound of sour teeth woke Lorraine up from her sleep.

He got up from the bed, stepped on the heavy carpet barefoot, poured himself half a cup of whiskey at the small bar, shook the ice in the cup, and slightly hooked the blackout curtains with his fingertips.

Construction was underway on the grass in the manor, and thick wooden piles were standing up in front of the crowd, fixing the base and wrapping ropes.

Henna slid into the house like a ghost, stuck to Lorraine, and said to her ear: "I went out to explore it, as if I was going to torture the prisoner, the coachman, and the dereliction of duty."

"I don't choose to execute prisoners in broad daylight. This is for my own people." Lorraine closed the curtain and turned her hands to scrape Henna's nose. "You don't need to work on this kind of thing, so why don't you sleep honestly?"

"I can't sleep." Henna blushed and lowered her head.

I remember that Lorraine had never done such intimate actions to her. This sudden tenderness made her very uncomfortable and just wanted to run away.

But running is the stupidest idea.

Carmen has taught her more than once how men and women get along with each other, and she knows that running is the stupidest idea.

At this time, you just need to look up bravely!

Henna raised her head suddenly, opened her emerald-like eyes wide, and was ready to face Lorraine's eyes.

But his eyes actually fell into the sky...

There was no Lorraine in front of her, but only a thick blackout curtain. The bright moonlight penetrated through the gaps in the curtains, and the silver-white was like flying snow.

Where have people... gone?

Henna suddenly felt a sense of extreme unfamiliarity, as if she had the determination to die, but the enemy disappeared in front of her.

Lorraine's invitation came from the small bar: "If you can't sleep, drink a drink together?"

Blood is about to squeeze out from the face...

Henna took a panic and accidentally kicked the hood rod beside the bed, and her toes hurt in pain.

But she didn't want to stop, and she walked to the door as if nothing had happened before and rudely opened the door.

"No...no need! I'm sleepy!"

Bang!

Sometimes you come and sometimes you leave. Tonight's Henna is no different from the tropical rain.

Lorraine held two cups depressedly, and as she watched the kicked-down hood fall down, she muttered: "It's true, I just said that I wasn't sleepy, it's you who said I wasn't sleepy..."
Chapter completed!