Reborn As a Pirate

It was night, Lorraine and Katerina walked into the cold cellar of Kent Manor one after the other.

The smell here is very bad, the musty smell, the fresh blood smell, and the smell of rotting organic matter are mixed together to form an indescribable precipitation, which gives weight to the air here, filling the chest cavity, and there is no way to get rid of it.

But no one expected to find any sunny elements in a place born for lynching and imprisonment, so the two didn't say much, just followed the servants leading the way all the way, until they reached the penultimate cell.

Bach was imprisoned in the cell. He was sitting cross-legged on a pile of thatch, and was vigorously pulling a bowl of moldy barley by the dim candlelight, which looked extraordinarily sweet.

Lorraine pouted at the servant, and the servant understood, took out the key, removed the chain, and opened the cell door for Lorraine.

Even so, Bach still didn't stop grilling rice. If there was any difference, he seemed to be eating faster.

Considering that it is impolite to interrupt someone from eating, Lorraine simply waited quietly for him to finish eating, and stopped Katerina, who was about to call someone, so that she would not make any noise.

In the silence, Bach ate faster and faster, and soon lived up to expectations and was choked to death.

With protruding eyes and a purple complexion, he reached out to grab the water glass in front of him. Lorraine lifted his foot lightly, and kicked the water glass far away with one kick, splashing clear water all over the floor.

dying……

This sudden movement made Bach freeze in place, and soon he grabbed his throat and began to beat his chest desperately.

Lorraine leaned over and gently pinched his arms, raising them slowly and firmly until he was forced to stretch his chest, no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't spit out the rice grains in his throat.

His face was getting more and more purple, and his breathing was getting heavier, but he still didn't dare to speak, didn't dare to raise his head, he just kicked his legs helplessly, the slower he kicked, the softer he kicked.

The moment he stopped kicking, Lorraine suddenly let go of his hands, raised his feet and kicked him heavily in the lower abdomen.

Bach flew upside down and hit the wall with a bang, blood, stomach acid, dried and soaked rice grains sprayed out of his throat at the same time.

He lay on the ground and coughed desperately, crawled over while coughing, and lay down at Lorraine's feet, trying to kiss the toe of the shoe.

Lorraine coughed in disgust: "Mr. Bach, is the wheat rice delicious?"

"Sir...my lord...I have told you all I know.

No need for torture...really no need for torture...I know the times well. "

"I know you know the times, but this is what I hate about you. Take it away."

The staff of the old tavern were quickly taken out of the cellar by guarded servants, including Bach's wife and daughter, stuffed into a large carriage, and slowly drove out of the Kent Manor.

In the carriage, Bach hugged his wife, and looked at Lorraine who was smoked out of the carriage by them and worked with the groom with lingering fear.

"Red hair, that scary gentleman is your new employer?"

"In order to redeem you, the captain paid the earl three hundred pounds." Katerina took an eight or nine-year-old girl into her arms pitifully, and said softly, "If I hadn't learned that my goddaughter was also sent In Kent Manor, I will not beg the captain to save you."

"Kate is my angel, I always knew..."

"You don't know." Katerina glanced at Bach, "In order to drag the captain into the water, your mouth is too fast."

"I... it's for self-protection."

"Telling Earl Galvez that the people who rescued him were a group of pirates will not reduce your crime. To be precise, this is called harming others and benefiting oneself. If the captain was not clean, there would be no arrest warrant for him in the entire New World , and now he has been hanged on the sand island in the delta, and neither I nor the new companions on board will survive. Old friend, you have done a stupid thing."

Bach's face was flushed red: "You stole my information first. Your captain used my information to make meritorious service in front of the Frenchman. I didn't expect that you would come to rescue me."

"But here we are."

"You are here... what do you want?"

"I just don't want good little Kate to have her life ruined because of her stupid father. As for my captain, he's the earl's bodyguard now."

"You want to get information that's not good for the French through me?"

"yes."

"But I was caught by the Frenchman and released again unscathed. In this matter, no one will continue to trust me."

"I know that you are not the only one in this city running a life-saving business, but you are the best, and there is always a way to collect information from other places. The captain said that money is not a problem."

...

money is not the problem.

Having established a stable channel with professional intelligence dealers, Lorraine quickly felt the difference.

The news from the whole of New Orleans and even the battlefield in the northern suburbs was continuously sent to the Jackdaw, and Lorraine mastered most of the key hot search information of "Galvez" without leaving home.

Bach carried out the first refinement, and Carmen and Noya were in charge of the second refinement. The information sent to Lorraine was highly targeted, and every single one of them was closely related to the Earl's life.

The assassination directed and acted by Lorraine really muddied the stagnant waters of the defense of New Orleans.

Everyone thought that a certain nobleman in France wanted to kill the earl, and all the ghosts and monsters became excited, and the whole New Orleans haunted the night.

Among them, the fastest movers are the British.

They placed a high reward in an indigenous tavern through their Indian allies. Although the person who issued the reward tried to disguise himself as the pro-French Chitimacha tribe, this disguise was done carelessly, and it was easy for the intelligence dealers He took out his identity, and he was a pro-British Blackfoot tribe.

They proposed a reward of 100 leather shotguns, and 30 were used as a deposit, which had been divided equally by the two small tribes.

Lorraine immediately passed the news to Karen and Yacharin of Kent Manor, asking them to strengthen their vigilance. On the other side, the Jackdaw went upstream, along the broad Mississippi River, and entered Lake Pontchartrain north of New Orleans.

According to the news, the Indians placed the attack site on the only way the Earl must pass between the battlefield and the barracks, and planned to attack from both sides of the Great Lake and the lakeside forest. To ensure success, the British even provided them with several light guns, most likely mounted in canoes.

The advent of the cannon deprived Lorraine's prudent escort scheme of much of its value. Once they are allowed to easily launch an attack on the earl's convoy, even if they only use a four-pound army light gun with shotguns, they can easily crush the earl to pieces.

As a matter of urgency, Lorraine must find those cannons in advance to eliminate the threat.

With this mission in mind, the Jackdaw began to cruise on the lake.

Lake Pontchartrain is a large lake with a span of nearly 40 kilometers from north to south and longer from east to west. There are no islands on the whole lake, and the waves are calm and calm.

But Lorraine searched all day and found no Indian canoes docked or sailing on the lake.

Has the attack not started yet? Or accidentally missed it?

While thinking about it, the Jackdaw turned slightly to get out of the way of an oncoming Sloop fishing boat.

Looking at the sail shadow of the fishing boat drifting away, Lorraine suddenly had another thought.

What if... what if the guns were not loaded with conspicuous canoes at all?

Lake Pontchartrain is rich in fish resources. There are dots of sails on the lake, and there are many fishing boats. Most of them are owned by fishermen near the city, and there are no signs on the boats.

A modified ship with temporary artillery is hidden in the middle without any sense of disobedience.

But as we all know, Indian sailors are a rare species. Compared with floating on the water, they prefer a down-to-earth hunting life. Even if they are fishing, they also like their own canoes.

The possibility of a sailboat controlled solely by Indians is too low, so Lorraine didn't think about it before, but what if the British ended up in person?

Is it possible?

Lorraine quickly ruled out this possibility.

Assassinating the commander of an enemy country during a war is a despicable act that the nobles absolutely cannot tolerate. This will easily lead to an escalation of the means of war and put everyone's senior officers on both sides at risk.

Therefore, it is absolutely impossible for the British to devote their soldiers to this kind of incident.

Their maximum operation is to hire pirates or privateers to act, and they have to hide themselves during the hiring process, just like the assassination that Lorraine is facing, the Indians of the Blackfoot tribe are known as Chitimacha Acting as a tribe.

If Lorraine hadn't surrendered Bach in advance, no one would waste manpower to investigate the details of a bounty poster.

A plausible assassination plan gradually took shape in Lorraine's mind.

The Indians, who are good at ambushing in the jungle, set up an ambush on land and pinned the Earl's convoy by the lakeside. Professional sailors drove a camouflaged ship and suddenly showed their minions, bombarded the land, and harvested lives...

After the count's life and death, blame all this on the non-existent French nobles, without any shame.

"Perhaps this is the real plan of the British..."

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