"There are 4 people in the two guard posts, each with two, one facing outward and one facing inward." Blackbeard put down his glasses, "As expected, the white flag has indeed discovered us."

"You said he found us?" The guard of Canaanli, the famous musketeer Duchio Tesari, frowned in the entire New World region.

"Even if it is a manor with strong garage, the sentries cannot remain vigilant for a long time, especially late at night. There is only one reason to support their high alert, that is, they have received a notice of possible attacks."

"That is to say, these sentries are abandoned?"

"Abandoned son?" Blackbeard glanced at Duqio strangely, "Mr. Si Wei, I heard that you have maintained a record of winning 37 duels so far. Don't you know that you have participated in a real war? A battle with a scale of more than 100 people, either life or death."

Duchio narrowed his eyes: "Missan Wilvert, are you laughing at me?"

Blackbeard grinned and shook his head: "Human life is fragile, and it can be killed by a single knife and a single shot. If you have participated in a large-scale fight, you will know that there are no abandoned children on the battlefield, but if you fall into the battle group, everyone will be abandoned children."

"Go, the self-righteous pirate philosopher..."

...

Ulridge looked at the bronze bell hanging on the post for the thirty-fourth tonight.

It was an old clock, almost as big as a head, the smooth clock face had no patterns, everything was simple, with only a rope hanging down from the middle and swinging in a position within reach.

Pulling the rope can ring the bell, but...will this bell really ring tonight?

Ulrich turned his head and glanced at the deep night.

Almost an hour ago, the guards at the other end of the villa sent a second-level alert order.

Level 2 means discovering enemy situations.

The possible enemies are hidden in the night, and I don’t know when they will come, or even whether they will come.

This is the most difficult time. In the process of searching for enemies, the mind will always lose control.

I wonder if I will die, what it feels when I die, what is the hell after death, and then I scare myself, the more I think about it, the more I fear it.

Ulrich didn't like this feeling, he didn't like the damn enemy to appear, and he didn't like the two whistle towers standing alone on both sides of the gate under his feet.

His post tower is called a defense post tower, but unlike the sea post tower built on the villa behind, their work is not defense at all, but just early warning.

There is a forest in front, a forest on the left, a forest on the right, and the extended roads in the village and the constantly rising anti-forward grass slopes, which strictly block the main body of the villa and build high walls in people's vision.

"Discover the enemy, sound the alarm bell, and then surrender...discover the enemy, sound the alarm bell, and then surrender...discover the enemy, sound the alarm bell...!"

Ulridge saw a black shadow in a trance, like a ghostly ape coming out of the forest, crossing a seven or eight-meter-wide open area in his breath, and disappeared from the moat.

His hair exploded suddenly, and he held his companion by his side with one hand: "Ovis, Governor Island... are there monkeys?"

"Monkey?" The young Ovedo looked confused. "Old Ulrich, there are such an annoying things everywhere, Governor Island... maybe there are also ones?"

"Probably? I want to be sure, don't pretend to understand if you don't understand!"

"Are you crazy?" Ovedo broke away from Ulrich, frowned and rubbed his arm, "Monkey? Yes! Although I came to Governor Island for the first time like you, I promise that the monkey is the real indigenous people on this island, not the Dutch, British, American, nor Indian, monkey is the indigenous people! Do you understand!"

"Hug...sorry, Orvedo." Ulrich leaned weakly against the wall panel. "I'm probably too nervous..."

Ovedo sighed, took off his water bag and threw it over.

"Old guy, I know you're worried, but didn't President Drake say that our mission is just to sound the alarm."

"Whether those guys are climbing over the wall, swimming, or walking over under our feet, we just need to sound the alarm and the task is completed."

He grimaced: "Look, although we will definitely be suffering after surrender, as long as we do not resist, we will not be in danger of life."

"A beating for a hundred pounds subsidy, Old Ulridge! We are not the lucky ones of the Drake Chamber. With the treatment of Prendiet, we have to save so much gold for four years even if we don't eat or drink!"

"Maybe you're right, Orves..." Ulrich picked up the water bag, "Maybe I'm just..."

Hmm!

A muffled and painful cry came from behind not far away. Ulrich suddenly turned around and saw a short monkey-like black shadow riding on the shoulders of Chefka, another tower.

His hands were unusually long, each holding a crescent moon-like hook, which wrapped around Chevka's neck, one left and one right, reflecting the moonlight.

Swish!

His arms spread like wings, accompanied by some indescribable light and crisp sound of splitting. Chevka's head fell from his neck, and his broken neck tilted forward, spraying out the fountain-like plasma.

The murderer raised his head!

Ulrich saw a pair of eyes that were both moody and angry, and behind those eyes, the limp body of another sentry.

"O...Oves...to pull the clock..."

No answer.

Sweat instantly crawled over Ulrich's face, stimulating his wide eyes at all times. But he didn't dare to wipe his sweat, looked back, verify the life and death of his companions, and didn't dare to move away from his eyes for a moment.

It's like being stared at by a hungry jaguar...

It was obvious that he was nearly 8 meters away from those eyes, even if it was the person with the wings of Lesheng, it would be difficult for him to threaten his life, but the instinct of a creature kept telling him.

He will die.

You will die if you move your eyes away, you will die if you stay where you are, you will die if you run away, and you will die if you surrender...

Dead.

Dead, die, die!

Ulrich suddenly figured it out.

He bit his lips tightly, turned his head suddenly, and his arms twisted out, grabbing the rope behind him with the fastest speed and greatest strength.

puff!

Something stabbed his arm and missed the trajectory of the palm movement, making him unable to grasp the rope that was close to him.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

His chest, throat, and lower abdomen were hit. He fell to the ground, and the pain was not late until then.

He opened his mouth wide and wanted to scream, but his throat leaked from the wind could only make hoarse rustling sounds, and even the tower could not float out, it had melted into the night sound and disappeared without a trace.

Nassian sat on the windowsill looking against the tower pillar, shook his crossbow, and pushed open the brim of the wide hat that blocked his view.

"It's a brave lamb..."

Ulrich listened to Nassian's speech and his increasingly blurred vision found the young Orves.

Oves was obviously dead, standing, with big unbelievable eyes open. A crossbow pierced his throat, nailing him and the pillar together, and another one was in the middle of his eyebrows, breaking the heavenly spirit and killing him with one blow.

How could these people not make any sound when they kill people?

Ulrich couldn't figure it out.

He was about to die, and only Nassian's murmur remained in his ears, getting farther and farther away.
Chapter completed!