Two Hundred and Seventy BEACON Ⅴ: The City on the Hill

"We have to realize that we are going to be a city on a hill and all eyes are on us."

"Therefore, if we are false to our God in what we have done...we shall be a legend and a laughing stock all over the world."

"We will make the enemy speak words that slander God's way! We will shame many of God's venerable servants! We will turn their prayers into curses for us! Until we leave the good land we are heading for..."

On the podium of the assembly hall of the Old North Church, a stocky soldier in a general uniform was passionately citing "A Model of Christian Charity" by John Winthrop.

He is the American hero Paul Revere. He has a kind and round face, without any sharp edges and corners. He is like a good old man that can be seen everywhere in the countryside. He can't even do business very well.

People should not be judged by their appearance, perhaps this is the kind of person they are talking about.

At the age of 45, he is already an idol and role model for all American soldiers. He is famous for his decisiveness and action. He ranks as a major general and leads the army.

Now he's preaching for his new regiment.

The podium was full of strong and well-groomed young people, and each of them was selected as the best in terms of soldiers.

But Lorraine noticed that only about half of them were carrying spears, and every face showed sadness. Sadness mixed with piety and high spirits, slowly blending into something called hatred.

General Revere should have noticed too.

When preaching to a high place, he suddenly changed his mind.

"The cause will bleed!"

"Today it will bleed, and tomorrow it will bleed. You will bleed, and I will bleed."

"Our career is a ship floating on the sea of ​​blood. Without blood, our career will eventually run aground and never sail to the other side."

"But! Ask yourself, young gentlemen, are you ready to bleed?"

"If I'm ready, why do I see hatred on your faces?"

"It is the enemy who hurts us, it is the enemy who oppresses us, and it is the enemy who enslaves us!"

"Our Lord has enemies, those devils. In order to protect the good in our hearts, the Lord has never ceased war with the enemies. But will the Lord defeat them with hatred?"

"Won't!"

"God is the ultimate benevolence and the eternal goodness in the world. He fights because fighting can bring hope to believers, not because killing can calm anger!"

"We are His believers! We will kill, we will fight, we will defeat every opponent that stands before us. But the reason we do this should not be hatred, there should be no hatred! That will only make us fall, only will make us narrow!"

"Our fight will bring freedom to Boston, and our sacrifices, our blood, our futures and our lives will build into one great America,

The blood of every comrade-in-arms will not be shed in vain! "

"Young gentlemen, please let go of the hatred in your heart, please expel the devils around you, and please face your future battles with piety and kindness."

"God was with the pioneers, and may He be with us, Amen."

"Amen!"

...

The rally was over, and the Legion of Saints, the Boston Regiment of Northern Massachusetts, was officially proclaimed.

They will establish a garrison on Kaupu Mountain, echoing the old militia regiment and the Sons of Liberty Legion stationed on Beacon Hill, or... mutual containment?

The Bunker Hill Garrison and the Charles River Formation to keep the Back Bay Trailblazers at bay, and the Cape Hill Saints to keep the Sons of Liberty at Beacon Hill in check?

If the purpose is not civil war, can such a naive deterrence really achieve its purpose?

Or is it that there is actually a new secret behind the so-called instability in the unknown and incomprehensible corner of Lorraine?

Lorraine couldn't figure it out.

After the rally, the people watching the ceremony gathered together and congratulated Revere.

"A perfect sermon, Mr. Revere. It would have been a convincing speech in a Philadelphia council hall."

Jefferson introduced Lorraine to everyone with a smile.

"This is Baltimore's best friend, Mr. Edward Kenway. He has never challenged the northern route before, but as soon as he heard that Boston needed help, he immediately rushed across the ocean, leaving the British along the way far away. behind."

Lorraine bowed and greeted slightly.

Revere's round eyes shone with admiration that was extremely inconsistent with his status.

"Wow! Straight through the Drake Pirates, are you God's own son?"

Lorraine couldn't laugh or cry, and just about to explain, the hooked nose next to him interjected first.

"Paul, you are now the captain of the Boston Legion. Stop talking about your ignorance like you used to. It's just a smuggling ship, penetrating the British sea defense line? Straight?"

Revere's face flushed suddenly: "If you don't go through the defense line, how can Mr. Kenway come from the south to the north?"

"Well……"

An awkward silence.

Seeing that Lorraine had no intention of defending, Jefferson whispered in his ear.

"That's Mr. Luke Heyman, the head of the Pioneer Legion. The Pioneer Legion is a civilian army in Back Bay, and the funds come from the Sailors' Guild. Therefore, although their army has only one regiment, they have their own escort fleet. ships, one of which is a Tier 4 ship."

Hearing the fourth-tier ship, Lorraine finally raised his eyebrows: "The Charles River formation doesn't seem to have a fourth-tier ship, does it?"

"There are only two Tier 5 ships, but both are new builds from Baltimore."

"That's really a pity... After all, in the eyes of the landlubbers, the cannon gate is the representative of strength."

Jefferson could only smile wryly.

The two were chatting away, and the only tall and thin gentleman in the circle who did not speak extended his hand to Lorraine.

"Roger Kidaril, the regiment commander of the Sons of Liberty." He introduced himself very briefly, "I heard that you took a huge risk to send him supplies and ammunition, please believe that Boston will never Forget about this kindness."

Lorraine shook hands with him suspiciously.

very strange. save books

As a smuggler, it was the Continental Army who bought the gun from Lorraine, and the Saints received the gun. This should have been a secret.

Who did Kidaril listen to?

Whoever leaked this secret should have thought at the time that it would put the Continental Army in danger of favoring one over another.

If the militiamen in Boston have no objections, this accusation may cause dissatisfaction. If there is already objection, such a centrifugal behavior will give them a big reason...

Paul Revere? Or someone from Jefferson or the Continental Army?

Lorraine decided not to admit it, pretended to be deaf and dumb, and changed the subject.

He looked at the beautiful lady behind Kidaril.

"I heard Mr. Governor say that today is a gathering of the strong army in Boston. I didn't expect Mr. Kidalier to bring his beautiful wife here."

"Ma'am?" Kidaril smiled faintly, "Mr. Kenway misunderstood, Miss Teresia is my daughter's tutor, and I heard that Mr. Kenway is from Louisiana. Miss Trouble will act as my interpreter."

"Translation? Miss Teresia is French?"

"Netherlands, but it doesn't prevent me from knowing French, does it?" Seeger put on a sweet smile, took small steps from behind Kidaril and turned around, lifted the hem of his skirt and bowed to Lorraine, " Greetings from Sigritte Christina Teresia."

"Sigritte Christina Theresia..." Lorraine frowned back, "Your name is not very Dutch."

"Austrian Netherlands."

"So it's the Netherlands, not Holland, is it?"

"You really know things about Europe."

Lorraine was taken aback: "I just heard some jokes from business partners, which is far from being understood. You're flattering yourself."

Both of these conversations were spoken in French, which was proficient and precise, and mixed with some uncommon local slang and accents. It was obvious that they had been immersed for a long time, and no one could find a flaw in the other party.

The etiquette conversation should end here, but Seeger didn't seem to intend to let Lorraine go, and asked with a sly smile.

"Is Mr. Kenway not very good at English?"

"Um?"

"Just now, Mr. Kidaril thanked you for taking the risk to send arms to Boston. Even if it was unintentional, you should express your gratitude accordingly."

Lorraine's head suddenly hurt...

"arms……"

"Massachusetts asked me personally for help, and it was just a thread in the middle." Jefferson waved his hand and joined the battle group, "You know, the Puritan Church is just a moral convention organization, unlike the United Chamber of Commerce in the South Side and the Back Bay The Seamen's Guild is as communicative as it is. Considering it's all for our cause, I just asked Mr. Kenway to go this trip."

"It turned out to be like this..."

Intrigues, intrigues, intrigues, without the familiar and cooperative Carmen by his side, and the most unspeakable secrets are revealed in front of the opponents, Lorraine feels extremely hard.

Fortunately, Jefferson has superb speaking skills, even without prior rehearsal, he can still give appropriate assists.

After the chat, everyone dispersed, and Lorraine boarded Jefferson's carriage wearily, leaning against the window, and sighed a long time.

Jefferson shook his head and closed the door.

"Mr. Revere was born in the Sons of Liberty. This time, the establishment of the Saints also borrowed the old strength. This is my negligence."

"The delivery is ahead of time..." Lorraine murmured, "Mr. Governor, is that Miss Teresia really a tutor from the Austrian Netherlands?"

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know, that appearance, that voice, and that kind of temperament that is definitely not kind, I always feel... I should have seen her."

The same doubts plagued Sig.

Coming out of the Old North Church, she broke up with Kidaril and went to the flower shop on Wesley Street not far away alone.

Now is not the time to meet, but because of the assassination incident not long ago, she knew that someone would be waiting for her here.

Sure enough, not long after she arrived, there was a light whistle behind her.

"Beautiful lady, would you like to have a drink with me?"

Seeger spat coldly: "Will you go to bed after drinking, Mr. Lane?"

Ryan's face turned pale: "I'm going to... just avoid it? I've passed that period, and I really don't have much interest in fencing now."

"Is that so..." Seeger seemed a little regretful, "Did you gain anything from what happened this morning?"

"We followed the escaped three coordinators and found some interesting things."

"thing?"

"Mary Daya Chapel in the South District, there is a missionary spreading the color revolution among the slaves. The missionary's name is... Ivan King Rashid."

"Revenge... Rexed? Revenge against Rexed?" Seeger's face became very exciting, "Black? Or Indian?"

"The Indian seems to have been hanged, right? The black man disappeared on the night of the tragedy." Ryan laughed so hard.

Sig slapped his forehead with a slap: "Yes, yes, I remember. What's your name? Ryder? Leonard? Richard? Jed?"

"It's Sander..."

"Sand! That's right, the son of the chief, the brother-in-law of the human trafficker, the patriarch of the extinct tribe, and the expert in using the sugar press, is that very clever young man!"

"Are you going to take him away?"

"Take it away...it's not troublesome." Seeger frowned beautifully. "By the way, there is a smuggler named Edward Kenway. Go and find out where his ship is right away."

Ryan Zhang Er couldn't figure it out: "Does Sander even have a boat?"

"It's not the same thing." Sig paced back and forth quickly, back and forth, "Kidariel said that a large amount of ammunition will be armed to the Saints in the past two days, but it has not been delivered yet, so the goods should still be on the ship .”

"Sander is a variable, and he must be eliminated, otherwise Boston will not be safe to stay. The Saints are also a variable, we can't just watch them being armed..."

"I suddenly have a good plan to kill two birds with one stone..."

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