A well-deserved cold dinner was being held on the deck of the Andes.

The dinner invited all officers at the Navy of the Halloween Fleet and senior crew members at the Chamber of Commerce and above.

The ingredients are fresh souvenirs provided by Leshid when the sea and land met yesterday. The rumbling sound of cannons and continuous wails are the accompaniment, and the distant sea of ​​fire and the ruins of the town are the stage.

Because of nothing, the overall atmosphere is barely a happy one.

Lorraine and Nelson stood side by side in front of the guardrail on the bow with champagne goblets, holding monoculars, looking at the battle situation on the landing.

"The explosion points are sparse and the angle is not good. If it weren't for the sufficient advantage of the flowering bullets, the captain's army would have to take a lot of time to flatten Le François." Lorraine smashed her mouth, and her tone was quite regretful.

Nelson couldn't help laughing: "I heard that those slaves fired real guns for the first time today, and it was very good to have such an effect."

"But a waste of time...yo, the church was blown up, and the person who fired the gun should be hated by that God."

"Drake, I know you are a pagan, but there is no need for you to show off your faith in front of a Puritan."

"I'm sorry." Lorraine shrugged and put down her glasses. "Admiral, even if it's obviously flying shells, the captain's artillery team is too far from the dock, and extended shooting is basically impossible to hit the coastal turret."

"Don't he have slave infantry and Mamuliuk?"

"Those cavalry riding horses are also called Mamuliuk?" Lorraine laughed and said, "Forget it, for the sake of a box of good wine, I give my allies full trust..."

Le François wailed in the sound of cannons.

As the base camp of the Martinique Army stationed in the island, the French stored a large amount of new types of arms and ammunition at the Latrinet Fortress. These things accompanied Lesheed across half the island and did not officially come in handy until today.

Leshid was not planning to save ammunition at all.

In the name of practice, the only order he gave to his artillery was to fire until the barrel heated up.

The order was executed for three hours, and it was not until at more than ten o'clock in the evening that the third light gun exploded, injured a white soldier for the first time, and the sweeping order given to the infantry was officially issued.

The infantry, full of hatred and hope, began to attack the front line of defense that had been razed to the ground. It was broken in less than half an hour and almost no decent obstacles were encountered.

Then the cavalry entered the city, chasing every escaped man and woman on the roads covered with spider webs like hunting, and staged a hellish tragedy in every corner of the town.

At this point in the war, the destruction of Le François was completely gone.

The coastal turret is a huge killer for sea combat, especially the new turret that can use flowering bullets, which can be regarded as the natural enemy of wooden sailboats.

But those huge shore defense guns could not easily turn the head of the gun. Even if they barely mentioned one or two, the gunners could not fire the guns into the city they protected.

They are doomed to be destroyed.

Lorraine never doubted this ending, but she never thought that Leshid would use such extreme tyranny and completely incompatible with the customs of Western wars to achieve his goals.

The French probably didn't expect things to develop like this.

Therefore, the closest distance between the two sides' fronts was only five or six hundred meters, but until the destruction, the French were unable to organize a truly decent counterattack.

Anyway, the war is over.

...

In the early morning, the agreed lights lit up on the dock. The Andes and the Lucky Horseshoe slowly approached the dock according to the plan. Lorraine squinted her eyes, but saw a strange scene under the fire.

The Eighth Company and the slaves in the confrontation, as well as the trembling citizens of LeFrançois who were protected by the Eighth Company...

"Order to stop entering the port! The Andes and the Lucky Horseshoes are placed horizontally, the gun doors are fully opened, and the charge boat is launched. All staff! First-level combat readiness!"

The sharp whistle echoed on the two giant ships, and the sailors rushed on the deck and shouted, turning the bow.

Everyone's heart is in his throat.

The distance between them and the dock is less than 100 meters, and they can identify the muzzles of the shore defense cannons in the fort with their naked eyes.

If...if Leshid's slave army was out of control at this time...

A group of slaves who could fire their guns controlled the almost-undamaged turrets all over the coast, and the Andes and the Lucky Horseshoe were trapped in it, without even a trace of luck.

Damn, what happened on the shore!

Lorraine gritted her teeth and called Yacharin: "Yacharin, bring a team of muskets up and find Lesheed or his three lackeys, and bring them to see me, the faster the better."

Yacharin also knew that it was of great importance, so he put away his sloppy expression and paid tribute to his legs, turned around and got off the boat.

After a while, the boat floated and drove away from the Andes. Yacharin approached the dock and took a walk around, and soon found Lesheed from the crowd, dragged the restless army captain to Lorraine.

"Captain Leshid, I'm waiting for your explanation!" Lorraine said, suppressing her anger.

"I will explain, but first let me express my appreciation for you."

Leshid hid himself in a blind spot that could not be seen on the dock with a smile.

"I did not read it wrong. Compared with the iron-blooded admiral and the incredible major, the president is more suitable to preside over my work. Without hesitation and panic, your response is perfect. With your blessing, those Frenchmen have no reason to doubt us anymore."

"Suspect?"

"Yes, doubt." Leshid repeated, "Please continue to be alert, Mr. President. Although we were the Royal British Navy for the sake of war, we have now decided to give up the position of state and state, and in the spirit of humanity and knights, we should save the disaster-stricken civilians as much as possible."

Lorraine understood what Leshid meant: "Do you think this kind of lie that is useless?"

"Of course it's useful." Lesid smiled confidently. "This land operation lasted for 20 days, and there were no living prisoners during the process. The soldiers of the Eighth Company never appeared on the list of looting and occupation. Even in Le François, my people cut in from the north along the coastline, just like a contingent sent by the fleet. This can be proved by every citizen we rescued."

"But you can't hide it from everyone after more than 20 days of land operations."

"Rumors are always inevitable! What's more, we defeated the Atlantic Defense Fleet this time. The angry Frenchmen had plenty of reasons to frame this sudden slave riot on us. After all, five towns were destroyed."

Lorraine became more and more interested in listening: "Are you sure that the whole thing can be turned into a frame-up?"

"It's actually just a very simple trick." Lesheed made a gesture, "I made an appointment with the two slave leaders to give up the guns, cannons, food and wealth that have been robbed along the way, and leave them the capital for the revolution. In return, they must allow me to take away the poor mayor and the tragic citizens who have been picked up along the way, and cannot show any connection between us."

“Don’t they think your way of dealing with it is strange?”

"Don't think. Because I told them that I would send these people to Fort France, and use them as cover to launch a raid to destroy the French New World Fleet. Didn't they want to occupy the mountains and become kings? It would be beneficial for them to help me hide my identity."

Lorraine took it seriously.

Hidden, approaching, and sneak attacks, in addition to overestimating the French IQ and overestimating the destructive power of the Halloween fleet, Lesheed's action plan is indeed possible.

But how to say it...

Those who fantasized about founding a country with thousands of temporary armed thugs probably never considered the intelligence of the other party.

Slaves who are not very good at using cannons cannot accurately estimate the power of warships.

In addition, the most important thing is that Nelson has no plan to attack Fort France at all.

By chance, although Leshid's script is hopelessly stupid, it unexpectedly makes everyone feel satisfied, especially the logical interpretation, which is perfect.

Lorraine gave Leshid a deep look.

This person's evil is deeply rooted in his bones, but as a comrade, he is indeed perfect and competent.

Lorraine laughed playfully.

"You have destroyed five towns, including Tralinite and Le François in these 20 days. Because of the use of flowering bullets, Le François' casualties were probably the worst. Of course, the plantations along the way would definitely be worse, but it doesn't matter. You shouldn't leave any testimony of living there."

"This is a trouble, even for victory. What's more, the actions of the Army have nothing to do with the Navy, and you don't know in advance, and there is no right reason. Sir Parker and Nelson don't want to share the responsibility for you."

"So you asked the survivors of Le François to prove that the British soldiers adhered to the norms of the civilized world and firmly chose the latter between victory and humanity."

"There may be other voices to refute, but their persuasiveness will not be more powerful than the survivors. Or there may be slaves to be exposed, but the thugs, in order to reduce their sins, it is strange that they do not bite them."

"You have found a great excuse for Great Britain, and it is obvious that being born innocent is a better choice compared to who will bear the sin of war."

Lorraine sighed: "Sir Captain, I admire your wisdom from the bottom of my heart."

Leshid showed a little shyness on his beautiful face, not the shame of doing something wrong, but more like the shame of being praised.

He smiled and said, "Since the president has figured out what to do next, I don't need me to teach you, right?"

"Probably... no need." Lorraine sighed and raised the volume, "Command! The Andes switched to solid bullets, and the target was nearly three turrets, shooting freely. The lucky horseshoe maintained a deterrent attitude towards the dock crowd, and remained unmoved!"

Leshid's face suddenly turned pale: "Drake! What are you doing!"

"Play the role I should play, do the play I should do." Lorraine's voice was cold in the midst of the noisy guns. "Look at the slaves, my captain, and then think about whether you have missed some key information."

"They, those who stand up on the dock, whether your soldiers or slaves you saved, are not professional actors. But their acting skills have successfully deceived me, that kind of hostility, that kind of tension, that kind of struggle and hesitation at the moment of life and death, and something I know most well, which I call ambition."

"I know very well that's not something that an actor can perform."

Lorraine said, approaching Leshid step by step, condescendingly with this beautiful but somewhat evil comrade.

"For the safety of you and your subordinates, I am willing to cooperate with your performance. But for the safety of me and my subordinates, I need to transform the stage safer. This is the bottom line of the farce. As for how to keep it going, this is your business, not mine."

Leshid took a step back in disgust: "Go, coward..."
Chapter completed!