The success of rock climbing means that the advance team's actions have been mostly successful.

Lorraine climbed over the cliff with difficulty. When she looked up, she saw Roonet, who was tragic in death, and then Henna, whose hair was covered in blood, even her hair was pressed against her cheeks.

In my impression, Henna never seemed so embarrassed...

Assassin regards killing as art. Unlike Lorraine's straightforward and thick frame, Henna always leaves her remaining strength when fighting, and the remaining strength is used to calculate the angle of the cut and the direction of the cut.

The first requirement is to control the direction of blood gushing and prevent filth from splashing on the body.

With these two major needs, Henna kills people and always gives people a graceful and relaxed feeling.

The same is true.

The two have known each other for more than three years. Whether it is the fierce battle of ship grabbing or the confrontation with pirates and even beasts on land, Henna seems to have never been stained with blood.

What happened today?

Lorraine blinked in confusion: "The one lying on the ground is not a sword saint in the mountains, right?"

"Just an ordinary guard, he uses a gun."

"Then you look like this..."

Henna wiped her face depressedly: "I seem to be a little lazy during this period."

"So, it seems that I'm a little lazy. Is it a period of fatigue?"

"fatigue?"

"New Orleans and Lucie, smuggling and mercenaries, have not been at peace in both lines recently. You haven't had a long time off, right? Even when you were at the manor, you have been monitoring Bell."

Henna was stunned for a moment: "Maybe..."

Lorraine stretched her waist, untied the rope cover wrapped around her body, found a big tree to wrap it tightly, and finally put her red headscarf on the rope, shook the rope, and sent the headscarf to the bottom of the cliff.

"In this way, when the Halloween operation is over, you can rest in the manor for a while, and don't participate in the June smuggling."

"No need to rest." Henna shook her head coldly, "Bel Judia's position is not completely certain, and the smuggling line is not safe. There is no one around you who can replace the scout. If I am not here, you will be inconvenient."

"If you get tired, I will be even more inconvenient."

"I won't be tired, I can rest at sea."

"maritime……"

Lorraine resisted the urge to preach.

Today, Henna was particularly stubborn, as if she had gotten into something amazing, even if she was using a steam locomotive, she could not pull it out. So he rationally gave up persuasion, took out a water bag and a handkerchief, and silently helped Henna clean up the blood on her face and hands.

After almost the cleaning was over, the strong man who arranged the sequence in advance had climbed up the cliff along the rope under the leadership of Yachalin, and then the eight people worked together to build two sets of rope ladders on the cliff wall.

More and more advance team members climbed up the cliff. By three o'clock in the middle of the night, all the team members finally gathered, and the command of the operation was handed over to John Leshid again.

"Robe Manor consists of four parts, villas, docks, ranches and plantations. Their terrain and personnel composition have been found by the spies for us. Since this is the case, no accident should occur in the action. This is the order."

Leshid led the wind lamp to knock on the topographic map in front of him.

"Among the four places, the dock has the largest number of guards. I personally led the team and were assigned to six squads. There are more than 200 slaves in the plantation. In order to block all the access channels and prevent anyone from leaking information, three squads are needed. Idiot Harry, you are responsible."

"Yes, sir!"

"The ranch has a small population and no guards are placed, the president..."

"You can let Yacharin lead a squad, so that some servants will not have any problems." Lorraine chose the commander without thinking.

Yacharin nodded lazily: "Don't worry, there will be no problem."

"Then let's arrange it like this." Leshid pointed his hand at the villa, "There are only two shifts left, 20 people, the president, the villa, why not draw a shift from the dock..."

Lorraine smiled and shook her head: "I am a privateer. When it comes to robbery, I am a professional, and 20 people are enough."

"It's really pleasant to work with you." Leshid smiled and distributed the relevant topographic map to the person in charge. "The military arrangement is as mentioned above. Sir, our purpose is to secretly send the Eighth Company to Martinique, so we need to avoid any risk of leaking news. No one is allowed to leave the manor. If it is not necessary, do not create fires as much as possible, and gunfire should be reduced as much as possible. Is there anything else to add to the deputy commander?"

Lorraine thought for a while: "Considering that this is a landing operation, the advance team was able to arrive smoothly under the protection of the sea. So, at least this time, please control the behavior of the army. Ebirth is prohibited during the operation, and all non-essential abuse is prohibited. Tonight you are pirates. Pirates can take the lives of innocent people, but they cannot take their dignity."

"Yes, sir!"

As they were about to part, Lesheed stood by Lorraine with a smile, watching the advance team members prepare their luggage.

"I really didn't expect that one day I could hear a knight-like supplementary speech from a privateer's mouth..."

Lorraine pinched his eyebrows: "I will regard the pirate code as a knight's declaration, Commander-in-chief, your understanding of pirates is too scarce."

Leshid opened his mouth in surprise: "Forbidden adultery, prohibit non-essential abuse, these terms full of justice actually come from the notorious pirate code?"

"Accident? The chaotic pirates are actually the supporter of order...what you think about it."

"Isn't it?"

"It's a pity, no. Prohibition is prohibited to avoid unnecessary physical energy consumption, and abuse is prohibited to increase the efficiency of robbery. Pirates are pirates. Like the army, we are just a group of professional thugs and do not need to overestimate our character."

"Interesting rhetoric..." Leshid looked Lorraine up and down, "I still don't like you, but to be honest, you have aroused my interest."

"I am honored, sir." Lorraine pretended to behave and gave a gentleman's greeting. "It's getting late, and we'll end the action before dawn, right?"

"I wish you a successful robbery."

“So too.”

...

Killing, blood, hundreds of professional thugs attacked the manor from a location they had never thought of. When the first blood bloomed, victory or defeat became a certainty.

No one escaped from the encirclement set up by Lechede. The rebels were killed. After the final attack, they were thrown into the newly dug pit of the manor. The cowards were able to survive. They were gathered together and shivered under the soldiers' bayonets.

When the sun rose, the soldiers who sent the order finally sent the assault boat and the news of entering the port to the warships anchored on the sea. Before Nelson arrived with the warship, Lorraine met the psychologically tortured Mr. Robe and his son and two daughters in the restaurant of the manor.

The young gentleman became the housekeeper, the delicate lady part-time maid. Under the gaze of the sailors, the terrified former masters delivered plates of carefully prepared French breakfast to Lorraine and his sailors.

Compared to the rich English breakfast, French breakfast looks sweet and simple.

Sliced ​​croissants and loaves, served with pure natural fresh strawberry jam, served with fragrant hot chocolate and salted butter caramel crepes from Britain.

Lorraine cut a piece of crepe into her mouth, feeling the strong sweetness mixed with the fresh fragrance of butter melted in her taste buds, and sighed with satisfaction.

This tone caused Mr. Robe and his children to fall to their knees.

"Sir, are you... pirates?"

"Not very accurate." Lorraine sipped the thick hot chocolate and licked her lips. "Although it was a pirate thing, we are now hostile countries in terms of identity, and my behavior should be called an invasion."

"Invasion? You are the UK..."

"The Royal British Navy New Continental Fleet Special Operations Detachment, our mission is to disrupt everything in Martinique and lay the foundation for victory for the upcoming Battle of the Windward Islands."

Mr. Robe slid down the chair under the dining table.

When the children brought him out from under the table, he was already bloodless: "Tell me such a secret, right..."

"You are a gentleman, and you and your family are qualified to enjoy the protection of civilization." Lorraine wiped her mouth and put down her napkin. "Sir, your daughter is very beautiful. Seeing that there are no scars on their faces and their clothes are not messy, I knew that my soldiers had strictly kept their duties."

"I will also keep my duty. From now on, until the end of the war, you and your family will become prisoners of the Royal Navy and be sent to the prisoner-of-war camp in Barbados until the end of this stupid war."

"Of course, your estate and property will be temporarily used by us during your time as a prisoner, and we promise not to cause irreparable damage to them as much as possible. This is an optional authorization letter. Please sign it before you get on the ship."

As he spoke, Noah handed a simple document written temporarily to Mr. Robe, and stuffed it into Robe's hand with a quilling ink.

Mr. Robe could not tell whether his mood was joy or sadness.

He and his family were identified as national prisoners of war by Lorraine, which means that he does not have to bear the robbery while continuing to bear the money to redeem himself, and of course he does not have to worry about his life. But this manor will probably be robbed by these British soldiers...

Lorraine also said that this authorization letter is "dispensable". No matter whether he signs or not, the British will leave him much.

Disaster, this is a disaster.

Mr. Robe smiled bitterly and solemnly signed his full name at the end of the authorization letter: "You are a noble gentleman. Mr. Officer, thank you... for your kindness."
Chapter completed!