Reborn As a Pirate

Ten minutes later, the horse bell rang.

A luxurious carriage was lazily heading towards New Orleans under the protection of dozens of cavalrymen.

This is the only road suitable for carriages on the way to and from the barracks. The rest of the road is either steep, rugged, or too narrow, and the overgrown branches can easily scratch the gold and silver decorations on the carriages, affecting the movement of the Earl's convoy. deportment.

This is one of the reasons why Count Galvez hates New Orleans from the bottom of his heart.

The road conditions are terrible!

Whether it is a stone road or a dirt road in the suburbs, his team can't run at all. So much so that just the short distance from the military camp to the boarding house would waste his precious two hours every day.

If these two hours were used for conscription, he could put at least two hundred more soldiers on the front line.

If these two hours were spent on the battlefield, the damn British guy might have been driven out of Louisiana by him =...

However, assumptions are assumptions.

As a distinguished French nobleman with great ambitions, he could never allow himself to spend the night in a simple barracks.

There would be no delicious wine, no strong coffee, no gentle ladies and caring servants by his bed, and the humidity in the tent would make his curly hair frizzy and unmanageable.

He cared more about winning with grace than winning battles quickly.

Anyway, victory is always in his pocket, and Count Galvez is destined to become a hero of France!

hero……

The earl could not help but raise the corner of his mouth.

In the past few days, he has coaxed away the messengers of the Duke of Richelieu and the Earl of Flandre. These two noble figures never imagined that although he made a sincere promise, all of them were just delaying tactics.

The defense of New Orleans has royal interests at stake.

Therefore, behind the earl is always the support of His Majesty Louis XVI and Queen Mary.

The queen even sent an envoy to tell him that as long as the victory of the Battle of New Orleans can be ensured and the important interests of the royal family in New France can be maintained, the Galvez family can be promoted to "French nobles" and get rid of the sad "ordinary nobles" from then on. In his circle, he was on an equal footing with those big shots who bossed him around.

At that time, will the messengers who are pretending to be tigers still be able to show off their might in front of him?

Even if dignitaries like the Duke of Richelieu and the Earl of Flanders come in person, can they be ashamed and hold him accountable for his unauthorized power?

Everything he did was for the ultimate benefit of France.

The earl almost smelled the rich fragrance called prosperity!

He has paid too much for this fragrance. If it still ends in failure, the Galvez family far away in France will be torn to pieces by those hungry wolves, right?

Once he stumbles and falls on the tip of the sword, he, the Governor of Louisiana, Count Galvez, will be charged with countless crimes and firmly nailed to the pillar of shame, right?

Life and death!

The count took a deep breath, and suddenly began to miss Mrs. Kent's delicate body.

He opened the window and poked his head out, ready to urge the convoy to speed up, when suddenly he caught a glimpse of a swaying green on the lower edge of the carriage.

A dozen or so fresh and tender acorns were tied into tassels by someone, and they were secretly tied to a silver ornament on the wall of the compartment. They gathered and scattered with the body of the car, blinking in the moonlight.

His anger suddenly rose: "Al!"

The black slave driving the carriage turned his head nervously, blinked his big black and white eyes, and asked innocently, "Master, why are you angry?"

"I remember, I asked you to clean the carriage carefully before every trip, did you really follow my order?"

"That is inevitable, master!" Al hurriedly argued, "I will clean the carriage up and down before every trip, and even wipe every decoration with a cotton cloth to make it spotless. I dare to swear to God that there will never be a single omission !"

The count suppressed his anger, stretched out his hand, and pointed to the bunch of acorns: "Then where did it come from? Before coming out of the barracks,

Did you do the same? "

"This bunch of acorns..."

"Do you want to tell me that this string of dirty things was hung up by a mischievous farmer after we drove out of the barracks? Could that farmer approach my carriage in front of dozens of guards and in full view of the public, and for the sake of it? Do I hang an evil accessory called malice?"

Al's face was dark, and even the hand holding the rein began to tremble.

"Master...Master, you have to believe me, I can assure you that this bunch of acorns was not there before we drove out of the barracks...As for why it appeared there..."

Thinking that he might have become a laughing stock in New Orleans, the Earl couldn't bear his anger any longer, and interrupted Al's words.

"The last whipping seems to have been seven days, right? It seems that I have been too tolerant to you, so tolerant that you have dared to lie to me, dare to let my carriage hang such a bunch of dirty things around the market, and be ridiculed by others..."

"Master! Al has been with you for three years and has always been your most loyal servant. Even in the face of a sharp sword, I have never flinched..."

Boom!

Without warning, a sudden gunshot exploded in the forest. The lead bullets straddled the overgrown branches and accurately hit the shaking horse bell from hundreds of meters away, piercing a long scorching mark on the horse's neck.

The horse neighed in pain, spread its legs and galloped on the bumpy road. The knights in front of the carriage hurried out of the way, and the faithful Al screamed and subconsciously jumped out of the carriage, leaving the earl and the unmanned crazy horse running farther and farther on the road.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

The captain of the guard who was originally guarding the car led his guards to rush up, shouting as he ran, "Who knows what happened! Tell me, what happened!"

"It seems... we just encountered an unsuccessful assassination?"

"Assassinated?" The chief guard widened his eyes in horror, "Where's the count? Where did the count go!"

Several knights stretched out their hands in a daze, pointing diagonally at the direction of the team: "Sir, the Earl's carriage was frightened and ran towards it just now."

"Then why are you just watching?" The captain of the guard raised his horsewhip and suddenly saw Al who was grinning on the ground, "Al, why are you here. That is to say...the Earl has no coachman at all now ?”

Al struggled to get up from the ground, and quickly chose a big tree to hide: "Mr. Brenau, although this is not the time to talk about this, but...don't forget, there is a gunman hiding in the woods."

"Gunner!"

The captain of the guard was startled, rolled off the saddle and leaned against the big tree.

"Everyone hide! Hide behind the tree! There are hunters here!" He shouted at the panicked team, "I need a few brave warriors who volunteer to protect the earl! We are the guards! Protecting the earl is our bounden duty!"

"Volunteer! Mount!"