Reborn As a Pirate

"There are four people in the two guard posts, two in each, one facing outwards and one facing inwards." Blackbeard put down his looking glass, "As expected, Bai Banner has indeed spotted us."

"You said he found us?" The guard of the Canaan Rites, Duccio Tessaly, a musketeer who is well-known throughout the New World, frowned.

"Even if it is a heavily guarded manor, it is impossible for the sentinels to maintain vigilance for a long time, especially now it is still late at night. There is only one reason that can support their high vigilance, and that is that they have received a notice of a possible attack."

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

"Abandoned son?" Blackbeard gave Duccio a strange look, "Mr. Si Wei, I heard that you have maintained a record of winning 37 duels so far. Didn't you know that you have participated in real wars? The ones with more than 100 duels Human-scale, life-or-death battles."

Duccio narrowed his eyes: "Maison Wilfort, are you laughing at me?"

Blackbeard grinned and shook his head: "Human life is fragile, a knife and a gun can kill you. If you have participated in a large-scale weapon fight, you will know that there are no sacrifices on the battlefield, but if you fall into the battle group, Everyone is an outcast.”

"Tch, self-righteous pirate philosopher..."

...

For the thirty-fourth time that night, Ulrich looked at the bronze bell hanging on the sentry post.

It was an old clock, about the size of a human head, with no pattern on the clean clock face, everything was crude and simple, with only a rope hanging from the middle, swinging within reach.

Pulling the rope will ring the bell, but... is it really going to ring the bell tonight?

Ulrich turned his head and scanned the dark night.

Almost an hour ago, the guard at the other end of the villa received an order for a second-level alert.

Level 2 means finding the enemy.

Possible enemies are hiding in the night, not knowing when they will come, or even if they will come.

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

Thinking about whether I will die, thinking about how it feels when I die, thinking about what hell will be like after death, and then scaring myself, the more I think about it, the more afraid I become.

Ulrich didn't like this feeling, and he didn't like the damn enemy really appearing, and he didn't like the two guard towers standing alone on both sides of the gate.

His sentry tower is called a defensive sentry tower, but it is different from the sea-watching sentry tower built on the back of the villa. Their job is not defense at all, but an early warning.

The front is the forest, the left is the forest, the right is the forest, and the rear is the extended road in the village and the rising anti-attack grass slope, which tightly blocks the main body of the villa and erects a high wall in people's vision.

"Spot the enemy, ring the bell, and surrender...find the enemy, ring the alarm, and surrender...find the enemy, ring...!"

In a daze, Ulrich saw a black figure, like a ghostly ape, coming out of the woods, crossing an open area seven or eight meters wide while breathing, and disappeared in the moat.

His fine hair exploded suddenly, and he held his companion beside him with one hand: "Ovis, Governor's Island... Are there any monkeys?"

"Monkey?" The young Oviedo looked confused, "Old Ulrich, such nasty things can be found everywhere, and Governor's Island... probably also has it?"

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

"Are you crazy?" Oviedo broke away from Ulrich, frowned and rubbed his arm,

"Monkey? Yes! Although I came to Governor's Island for the first time like you, I guarantee that monkeys are the real aborigines on this island. They are not Dutch, British, American, or Indian. Monkeys are Aboriginal people! Do you understand me!"

"Hold...Sorry, Oviedo." Ulrich leaned weakly against the wall, "I'm probably too nervous..."

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

"Old guy, I know you're worried, but President Drake said, our mission is to sound the alarm."

"Whether those guys climbed over a wall, swam, or swaggered past our feet, we just had to sound the alarm and the job was done."

He made a grimace: "Look, although we will inevitably suffer a lot of flesh and blood after surrendering, as long as we don't resist, our lives will not be in danger."

"A one-hundred-pound subsidy for a beating, old Ulrich! We are not the lucky ones of the Drake Chamber of Commerce. According to Prundit's treatment, even if we don't eat or drink so much gold, we have to pay for it." Save up for four full years!"

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

Well!

A muffled cry of pain came from not far behind, Ulrich turned his head abruptly, and saw a short black figure like a monkey riding on Chevka's shoulder in another tower.

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

Swish!

His arms spread out like wings, accompanied by some indescribably light and crisp cracking sound. Chevka's head fell off his neck, and the stubbled neck leaned forward with his body, spurting out a fountain of plasma.

The murderer raised his head!

Ulrich saw a pair of moody eyes, and behind them the limp corpse of another Sentinel.

"O...Ovis...pull the bell..."

no answer.

Sweat instantly covered Ulrich's face, irritating his round eyes all the time. But he didn't dare to wipe his sweat, didn't dare to turn his head, didn't dare to verify the life and death of his companion, and didn't dare to look away for a moment.

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

Obviously there was a distance of nearly 8 meters between him and those eyes, even the man with the wings could hardly threaten his life, but the biological instinct kept telling him.

he will die.

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

Dead.

Dead, dead, dead!

Ulrich suddenly figured it out.

He bit his lips tightly, turned his head sharply, twisted his arms and flung them out, and grabbed the rope behind him with the fastest speed and the greatest strength.

puff!

Something stabbed him in the arm, missing the trajectory of his palm, preventing him from grabbing the rope that was so close.

puff! puff! puff!

He was hit in the chest, throat, and lower abdomen. He fell to his knees, and the pain didn't come until then.

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

Nacien sat on the lookout window sill leaning on the pylon, waving his hand crossbow, and pushed back the wide brim of his hat that blocked his view.

"It's a brave lamb..."

Ulrich listened to Nacien's words, and his increasingly blurred vision found the young Orvis.

Orvis was apparently dead, standing with impossibly large eyes open. A crossbow pierced his throat and nailed him to the pillar, and another hit between the eyebrows, piercing the sky spirit and killing him with one blow.

How can these people kill people without making a sound?

Ulrich couldn't figure it out.

He was about to die, and only Naxien's whispers remained in his ears, getting farther and farther away.

"His Highness the Great Black Beard sends greetings to Bai Ban. If you see him in hell, please tell him. Amen..."