The waves gently hit the beach, suppressing the noise of the pier and boardwalk, making people peaceful.

Nature is born with the magic of soothing the mood. Even Lorraine couldn't help but adjust her breathing with the sound of the slap, and slowly approached the beautiful lieutenant looking at the ocean.

Chat is casual conversation. Lorraine does not intend to discuss any details with Leshid. This is not his duty as a mercenary, and his relationship with Nelson cannot tolerate this level of offense.

Chatting is not chatting. Since he has deliberately asked Nelson for a conversation permission, he must make some achievements in the next time and prove that he deserves trust and expectations.

Bound your hands and feet, like walking on thin ice.

Relatively equal and relatively unfamiliar interpersonal relationships are difficult issues, and are essentially no different from the double arrow secret crush of stomachache.

But Lorraine would never think so.

After all, treating normal social behaviors as a relationship, and unauthorized thinking about important homosexual social partners secretly affectionately towards themselves, this mean perspective...

Lorraine couldn't help but shivered, and in a blink of an eye, it turned into a warm smile again.

He was already standing side by side with Leshid.

"The weather is really good, Mr. Corps."

"I am the only one of us who brings an umbrella, so from my heart, I hope it will rain now, Mr. President." Leshid looked at the sea view without looking back.

Lorraine didn't look at him, and sneered and responded softly: "Then you may be disappointed. Barbados is not London, and the weather here is very good."

"It's also boring." Leshid pursed his lips and paused his umbrella. "Is it good to go straight to the point? Your height makes me feel very uncomfortable."

"Height? I heard that short people have a better chance of survival on the battlefield."

"Intellect can only be exchanged for a chance to survive, sir." Leshid poked his head angrily, "No matter how tall a stupid person is, he is just a striking beast."

"It sounds like you like to hide yourself."

"Is there anything wrong? Ah! A mighty person like you probably can't understand the difference between tactics and combat."

Lesheed took a half step back and gave an exaggerated gentlemanly salute to Lorraine.

"Give an example. In the Battle of Bunker Mountain, the idiot Gage ordered my eighth company to take the position of Xiangyangpo first. I refused and led my subordinates to bypass Bunker Mountain and slapped towards Roxbury's throat."

"It turned out that I was right. Shortly after I disobeyed, another idiot Prescott took Bunker Hill with a regiment of continental forces. If the Eighth Company stayed there, there would probably be no scum left."

"The Eighth Company, who was free, became the free force of the Battle of Bunker Hill, and even the headquarters did not know where I was."

"Later, William Howe took over the command of the idiot Gage. When he was hit by the mountain, it was me who dropped the Continental Army Command at the throat of Roxbury, forcing the country bumpkins to make up their minds to retreat and avoid greater losses."

Speaking of this, Leshid raised his slender neck, looked up at Lorraine's eyes proudly from bottom to top.

Lorraine touched the tip of her nose awkwardly: "I guessed that your eighth company had a brilliant past, but I didn't expect it to be so brilliant."

"This is just the basic tactics. Sir, you can only kill the enemy when you are alive."

"But you seem to have forgotten one thing..."

"Um?"

"The Charleston Peninsula is surrounded by water on three sides. Under the rule of the Royal Navy, it is a well-connected place. Martinique is not the case. Sir Parker's main fleet will not approach the French lair. Once you go to the island, the only way you will leave is us."

Ignoring Leshid's slightly opened expression, Lorraine imitated him and gave an exaggerated gift.

"There is one thing we have a consensus, that is, only by living can we kill the enemy, so I will try my best to persuade my admiral to live well. By the way, do you know what the essence of the navy is?"

"What?"

"Moving island." Lorraine paused word by word, "On the boundless sea, no one can get stuck anywhere."

Leshid's face looked a little ugly: "In my opinion, Lieutenant Colonel Nelson is a competent and brave soldier."

"He's right, but I'm not."

The chat ended with a straightforward and before both parties felt embarrassed, Lorraine ended with Julius and turned back to Nelson with her belt.

Such an expansion seems to be somewhat unexpected by Nelson.

"What? Now the conversation is over?"

"It's just a chat, the weather, history, and a few more gossips. We are not familiar with each other. If we talk about it, I should ask Captain Leshid if he has an unmarried sister."

"It's not etiquette for your relationship."

"Is it?" Lorraine raised her eyebrows, "Admiral, are you familiar with the Battle of Bunker Hill?"

“Bunker Hill?”

"In June 1775, the first battle after Lexington's gunshots, I read my father's battle report. I remember, the victory was terrible... right?"

Nelson frowned and recalled for a while: "I remember that because the mainland army seized Bunker Mountain in advance, General Gage was removed from office in front of the formation, and Viscount Hao, who was replaced, paid a heavy price. More than a thousand people were injured, and more than two hundred people died in battle..."

"By the way, the main force in that battle was the 52nd Infantry Corps. The first company of the grenadiers was almost wiped out. Captain Leshid's eighth company made a wonderful contribution, but for some reason, there was no praise."

Nelson seemed to have completely recalled the content of the military newspaper, and the more he spoke, the more he became, the smoother he said.

"The 52nd Infantry Corps was originally the most elite corps in Boston, and it also has the reputation of defeating the enemy in the entire colonial army system. It seems that it was after this war that the corps completely lost its combat effectiveness. There are speculations that it was because of excessive combat losses and unfair treatment."

"The Grenadiers Company has not been rebuilt yet. In the later Battle of Boston, they fled without fighting and lost all their face. General Clinton seemed to have intentionally transferred them back to the country, but he has not yet announced it..."

Lorraine was dumbfounded: "Since you know so well about this army, why..."

"The Eighth Company was highly recommended by General Clinton to Sir. I heard that they have always been very active and participated in the counter-rebellion wars many times. If Captain Lesheed had not been good at communicating with others and had never been treated fairly, they should have become famous long ago."

"Boston has been lost long ago. As you said, the 52nd Legion has not achieved any record. Captain Leheed's activity in recent years has probably replaced many partners. Disagreeing with one person is not good at socializing, disagreeing with everyone, but is favored by the Supreme Commander? Admiral..."

"The Marines have evaluated the combat plan and rejected it. They think that landing on the island is like dying." Nelson interrupted Lorraine in a gentle tone. "I know that the Eighth Company and Leshid are not good partners, but the Jazz has promoted Halloween action just because of their trust in me. I can't let him take responsibility."

"Is it a good thing to know..." Lorraine looked at Nelson in silence for a while, "I suggest you talk to Captain Leshid again. If the result is still like this... Then you have enough reason to bear all the fault just by changing the plan without authorization. How about you want to give it a try?"

"Try it again...is it?"
Chapter completed!