Colonel Bashar Hassad stood excitedly in front of the gatehouse of Milani Castle.

Behind him, the castle garrison was coming out in a row, and in front of him, the Sultan's guards were crossing the mountains.

He saw the prince he swore to be loyal to, and Sultan Diraman was as holy as ever. The mountain wind rolled up the Sultan's hair, revealing his beautiful and sad eyes, as clear as a mountain spring, making people unable to help but sink and empathize.

The colonel greeted him.

"Dian...No, Your Majesty! My brother and I have been waiting for you to come back."

"Milani is firmly in our hands. Just after your messenger left, the brother launched a raid on the British and captured their chief, the evil merchant Drake!"

"We used Drake to threaten the British to put down their weapons, and they could only surrender. Overnight, we controlled the city walls, the stairs, the artillery positions on the rooftops, and their warships."

"The invaders were concentrated in the dungeon of the tower, and Drake was separated from his minions and locked in the strongest ammunition depot on the second floor, under the custodial of his brother's trusted adjutants and twenty alert warriors."

"Your Majesty, we have won! We have defeated the invaders, and no one can bully our people anymore!"

Dilraman smiled reluctantly: "Yes, Bashar, we have won. This war has left us with endless sins. We will go to hell, but at least before we go to hell, we protect the country and the people."

"His Majesty……"

Dillaman raised his hand to stop the Colonel's consolation.

"Stop talking, Bashar. Don't avoid my sins. History books will also record the evil of my father and robbing the throne. This is my choice."

He took the pardon order covered with gold foil from Marshal Dechiaz and opened it, Zhengsu.

"Major General Roy Ben Kassadi..."

"In." The major general in the crowd lowered his head deeply.

"Col. Bashar Ben Hassad..."

"In!" The colonel in front of the crowd knelt on one knee.

"Soldiers of the First Regiment of the National Defense Force..."

"I've seen His Majesty Sultan!" The soldiers lined up all shouted.

"I pardon you! I, Diramman Ben Said, the Sultan of the Sultanate of Muscat, here to pardon you."

"This sad war has tested human nature, loyalty, and many things. We have paid the price for it because we have all done something wrong."

"But now, the pursuit is over, the wound is healing, and we should recall our identities, warriors!"

"We are the soldiers of this country! Our mission is to defend our country! Let us look forward and look forward to a better future, and build a peaceful and great country that can protect the Omani people with one's own hands!"

Dilraman raised his hand high and took a deep breath: "Now, I announce..."

Bang!

...

Castle, second floor.

There is a room made of pure stone on the second floor of the artillery tower, about sixty square meters in length and width, with only one window placed high near the zenith. Wooden boards are also sealed on the window to ensure that the light cannot shine in normally.

Its design function is an ammunition depot, and now it is a cell used to detain Lorraine's cell.

The lights in the cell were like daylight, Lorraine sat cross-legged on the haystack, with a boring smile hanging on the corner of her mouth.

"Mr. Major, is my people in place?"

Roy's adjutant had a poker face: "There was never really imprisoned. The door of the cell opened when Mr. Bashar left, and our people had already evacuated. As for whether your people were in place, you should ask your officer, the burly first mate, and the cannon leader who was like a peacock."

"But you don't allow anyone to see me, right? You've been the most responsible jailer I've ever met in my life."

"Because I don't trust you at all." The adjutant stared at Lorraine coldly. "In my opinion, the general's request is reasonable. In order to reduce Master Bashar's vigilance, we need to temporarily detain your sailors, control your sailboats, and wait for Master Bashar to walk out of the castle, all this will be returned to you."

"But you don't agree! You don't agree to dismantle the artillery positions, and you don't agree to let us control your ship. Your ignorant stinginess forced the general to turn the expedient measures into a farce. Your people are hidden on the ship, and the dungeons are filled with swords and guns! Have you ever thought that if these things are discovered by Master Bashar, all the general's efforts will be in vain!"

"But he found nothing." Lorraine raised her hand and showed the tightly wrapped rope on her wrist. "As I said, the Colonel is an innocent young man. As long as you do something really good when you are imprisoning me, he will happily ignore all unnatural things."

"I mean if!"

"There is no if, Mr. Major." Lorraine changed to a more comfortable sitting position, "even if there is an if, it has been offset by your dedication."

"Don't try to anger me with words, despicable bitch!" The adjutant walked up to him and grabbed Lorraine's collar, "I am loyal to the general! I am imprisoned you is also part of this loyalty, because as long as you control you, the general will not become the object of betrayal by you like Master Bashar!"

"Is that so? It's really touching loyalty. When this incident is over, if I have a chance, I will definitely..."

Lorraine's ears suddenly moved.

"Major, have you heard anything?"

The adjutant who grabbed Lorraine's collar was stunned for a moment: "It seems, outside..."

"It's the gunshot!" Lorraine stood up with a loud noise, easily broke free from the major's entanglement, and raised her arms, "Hena!"

The window panel above his head shattered into countless small pieces as he shouted, and the wood was splashed, and a black shadow dropped faster than the pieces, and two sharp sword lights suddenly appeared near the ground.

The sword light is like the moon!

With just a flash of effort, one of them held the adjutant's throat, and the other swung Lorraine's wrist and rubbed the skin to cut the tight rope into two pieces.

The short broken rope fell to the ground like a dead snake, and it was not until then that the adjutant could see clearly the figure attacking him.

"Hena Jezra..."

"I have countless reasons to kill you." Henna's emerald eyes stared at the adjutant, "including throwing away the four meals and three teas that you should have given to Lorraine, smashing the bed in the cell, and replacing the straw rope with thick ropes with beef tendons on your own. But you withdrew the order to torture Lorraine last night, so you have ten seconds to find out why I shouldn't have killed you."

The adjutant was forced to hold his head high, and glanced around from the outskirts. The soldiers guarding him with him had raised their guns, and their expressions were filled with shock and confusion.

He gritted his teeth: "Woman, if your knife is stabbed, I swear you and your president will die without a burial place!"

"5 seconds left."

"Damn it, we are allies!"

"3 seconds.2,1..."

"Hena, don't frighten Major." Lorraine rubbed her numb wrists and said in a teasing tone, "You don't hit your own people, especially when foreign enemies are in front of you, you shouldn't practice with your own people."

As he spoke, he stretched his waist and opened the prison door.

Outside the house, there were Adre, Wang Ye and Leif. The three of them and the sailors subdued the ten guards outside the prison door early, and rushed in the moment the prison door opened, easily disarming the ten guards inside the prison door.

The hustle and bustle of the ramp came in, covered with shouts, roars, screams and messy gunshots.

Lorraine listened quietly for a while and muttered dissatisfiedly: "You made me miss the beginning, Mr. Major, a very wonderful beginning."

"It's time to support you now. If I go too late, I will not only lose my first partner, but maybe I will also have to pay the second one..."
Chapter completed!