San Carlos is very small.

As a military fortress with tax collection and side business guarding land, the possibility of accommodating a manor was not considered when exploring land.

The three armies in the city are in charge of their own. The commander's residence, Lakeside Port Authority and Watergate Command Post are the residences of the three military chiefs. To a certain extent, it is equivalent to the officers and soldiers living together.

Lorraine was warmly received by Mara in the villa-like annex to the Port Authority of Lakeside.

"Ruer, my dear Ruer Sebirian, there has been no news for three days. I thought you were like a coward, running away in the face of the opportunity to change your destiny."

Lorraine greeted her with a smile, bowed and stroked her chest.

"Even if I'm stupid, I should guess that the only hotel in the city is the asset of the garrison fleet. Singalis...your uncle served in the Mediterranean Fleet?"

"Every admiral of the garrison fleet is from the Mediterranean fleet..." Mara's face couldn't hide the embarrassment, "Ruer, I'm glad you made the right decision."

"As you said, my family cannot refuse the friendship of a powerful officer. That is our flaw and hope it will be compensated in my hands."

"Yes, flaw, you're smart." Mara walked up and glanced at Lef and Barto behind Lorraine. "Let your brave guards wait downstairs. I prepared wine in the study, so we can chat slowly."

This is a very reasonable request, but Lorraine shrugged helplessly.

"Mr. Major, the guards are my father's men. Since he had fought with the smuggler in New Orleans, my father has not allowed them to leave me."

"Are you on guard?"

"It was really my father's request, so he chose two decisive choices for this."

Mara looked at Lorraine calmly and looked for a long time.

"If you want to follow, just follow. Although my study is not big, there are always two people standing at the position."

...

After the unharmonious opening, Lorraine and the other two followed Mara and the other five into the study.

The major showed his stupidity as always. Seeing Lorraine with her guards, even if she temporarily transferred the night duty star, she would have to gain a ridiculous advantage in the scene.

Eight people squeezed into the small study at once, two guards stood by the door and two guards stood by the window, each holding spears as if standing guard.

Lef and Barto ignored him, stood behind Lorraine with their hands crossed, their heads high and their eyes were not squinting.

There is naturally a seat in Lorraine.

He and Mala sat on the sofa with wine in the middle, and no one wanted to raise a glass.

Silence, silence? After being silent for more than ten minutes, Mara finally lost her patience.

"Dear Ruhr, people always encounter choices in their lives? Once they make a decision, don't hesitate anymore? Hesitation will only seem stupid."

"You misunderstood, Mr. Major. I'm not hesitating? I'm just weighing the trade-offs."

"Oh? Trade-offs?"

"Yes." Lorraine looked up, "Some things need to be weighed? For example, retreat? For example, guarantee. Of course, everything is based on success. I understand my value. If I fail? I am just a shameful traitor."

"I'm glad to hear such a wise speech." Mara smiled sincerely. "So what are you weighing? Maybe I can help."

"Of course you can help me." Lorraine stood up, "In fact, if the bombing was to ignite the gunpowder depot in the civilian military camp, you are the only one who can help me."

A smile remained on his face, and Mala's expression suddenly twitched: "Are you going to blow up the arsenal in the military camp?"

"Of course! Since you want to show the slackness and stupidity of the civilian army through accidents, of course the bigger the accident, the better."

Mala swallowed hard: "But that was the casualties of hundreds of people? There was still a battalion of arms inside..."

"It's just a militia, it's very easy to recruit." Lorraine simply threw back the words from three days ago? "And, Mr. Major, you misjudged the priorities."

"I? Misconception?"

Lorraine stood up long? He walked around the circle and pressed his shoulders, looking at the night view of the fortress outside the window.

Is this window facing east? Lorraine can easily distinguish the towering bell tower of the church? Its silhouette penetrates straight into the sky like a sword, with the bright moon behind it, looking big and bright.

Lorraine patted Mala on the shoulder.

"Mr. Major, there are two arsenals in this fortress. The main warehouse is in the center of the military camp. The result of the explosion is dead and the gun is lost. The deputy warehouse is built on the joints of the two walls. The result of the explosion is likely to be the collapse of the large-surface city wall."

"Which result hurts San Carlos more? Obviously, the latter."

"The barracks are the barracks of militias. They live there, and how many people die or how many guns they throw are all the militias. Even if the commander of the fortress is replaced, it is still the militias and will not become the San Carlos business."

"It's different if the city wall collapses. The core threat of San Carlos has always been the natives and beasts in the rainforest. If the city wall is there, the city will be safe. If the city wall falls..."

Mala gritted her teeth: "Fight against the beast tide and barbarians in the fortress without city walls. Even if she tries to survive, the next commander will be criticized for being incompetent!"

“That’s it.”

Lorraine held the horse's shoulder and whispered with a smile. The voice was neither anxious nor slow, tempting, and teasing the evil in the bottom of people's hearts.

"Mr. Major, who is more important, which is more urgent, which is slower and faster. In order to save more lives, a small number of people must be sacrificed, which is a good deed that only an upright and kind gentleman knows."

"Is this... a good deed?"

"You will achieve your goals and maintain the safety of the fortress and continue to maintain the people in the city. If this is not a good deed, what else is a good deed?"

"This is... a good deed!" Mara clenched her fist firmly, with a hideous face and a look like an evil ghost. "Ruer, you are right, I almost forgot that every life is equally precious in the eyes of God!"

"We are the nobles chosen by God to the world, the messenger, and the gospel! We cannot and should not let the people of the whole city enter a dangerous situation for a few unloved untold militias. This is irresponsibility to the innocent, and even more irresponsibility to the Lord!"

"us……"

Lorraine listened to his passionate speech and suddenly saw a spark-like glow on the bell tower opposite.

The sense of crisis instantly filled his whole body. He pulled the horse to the ground without thinking. He was rude and overturned with the sofa under him!

Bang!

This is not only the sound of the sofa slamming on the carpet, but also the sound of gunfire floating in the distance.

Gunshots resounded!

The glass on the window shattered, and a lead bullet twitched and metal plastered on the foot of the sofa, and then flew away, just in the middle of the eyebrows of Mala's own portrait.

Mala lay on the ground, opening her mouth blankly.

"Lu...Ruer..."

"The bell tower is a hunter, the accuracy of this distance..."

Bang!

Lorraine's words were interrupted by another gunshot. An unlucky soldier was searching for the target in confusion. Suddenly, a huge blood flower burst out from his chest and flew backwards.

The first dead man appeared, and the blood of the dead splattered on the ground, on the wall, on the face of Mara, who began to struggle.

The whole house was in chaos, and Barto and Lef first hid themselves behind the wall, and the soldiers who were showing off were running around like headless flies.

Lorraine stood up, kicked a soldier blocking the road away, dragged the horse and pressed him to the dead corner against the wall.

At this time, the third gunshot sounded and the second soldier fell to the ground.

Lorraine pressed Mara and made a serious order: "Batow, the church bell tower is 350 meters away. He has at least three Kentucky hands in his hand, so don't let him be too relaxed!"

"yes!"

Battofu lowered his body and took off the deceased's spear and bullets, tore open the shell, loaded the lead balls, compacted them, and fought back in the direction of the bell tower.

The effective range of the smoothbore gun is only 30 meters. Even if Barto is the best among Drake shooters, it can only maintain a relatively accurate 50-70 meters.

The talent of a hunter is something that is hard to come by.

Among the people Lorraine knew, only Pierce could hit a target 100 meters away with a smoothbore gun. If it were replaced by the Kentucky rifle of this era, it would be able to maintain an accuracy of about 300 meters on land.

The hunter on the opposite side is likely to be more talented than Pierce!

Barto couldn't suppress the hunter.

Lorraine knew that Barto's counterattack could not pose a threat to the hunter. All he could do was to use his actions to provide guidance to the incompetent guards so that they would not cause trouble to themselves at this time.

At least at this point, Lorraine did it.

Barto carefully launched a counterattack towards the bell tower. The two living guards quickly followed suit and ran to the window to look through their heads.

After a full five-minute window period, gunfire sounds started again.

The first shot was empty, breaking a glass ornament on the cabinet. The second shot caught an unknown soldier who probed his head and attacked him. He shot his head and his eyebrows were blooming.

The soldier fell straight down, and Lorraine and Barto spoke at the same time.

"Three guns!"/"It's three guns!"

"Lef, go and drive him out!"

"oh!!!!"

The magnificent Viking man finally waited for the order.

He took off his shield, pulled out his sword, roared to the sky, and immediately protected the big shield in front of him, and slammed the window frame.

Bang!

The third gunshot sounded, hitting the shield with a puff, and Lef jumped down from the second floor, and the weight seemed to step on the ground.

"oh!!!!!"
To be continued...