Three Hundred Fifty-Two Después

The story is a surprise specially prepared by Lorraine for Mara.

The content itself has no nutritional value that can be traced. It is just a miscellaneous, chaotic, stewed Northeast hodgepodge, forcibly instilling suspense.

Is Frey a traitor?

Did you bomb the arsenal?

Will it collude with the British army?

How did Lorraine, or rather Ruhr, escape from the hail of bullets with the women and the disabled?

Is the beautiful and weak Moorish girl Leonor still safe? Can you meet your lover? Did you get hurt?

All problems.

These dispensable questions filled Marat's head in an instant, forcing him to ignore some details in front of him, and also blurring the position of Lorraine's friend and foe.

Lorraine succeeded, at least in part, in getting Marat to let his guard down.

Putting down his defenses, Mara thought about his own thoughts, and once again regarded Lorraine as "a person who can be used." Seeing that the British army was about to break through the city, he immediately followed suit, selected an adjutant and four strong sergeants from the sailors with him, and set up an army. The boards board the ship one by one from the plank road.

At the last moment, Lorraine quietly gripped the handle of the knife on the oar.

In fact, in his opinion, the trap to lure Marat was not a mature and reliable plan at all. It was a risk, a ridiculous little trick that probably meant nothing to anyone outside of Mara.

Because through a short but deep contact, he discovered that Mara is a special person.

Generally speaking, every adult will have his own style and habits.

It's like a crazy millionaire playing chess in a crowded park, forcing passers-by to bet against him with their lives and money, and beat him if they don't.

At this time, people's style will be highlighted.

Some people are not good at or are not used to thinking about the deep meaning behind the grotesque and weird, and they are confident in their own strength, so they tend to flip the chessboard.

Hannah and Leif are two very different representatives of this type.

They are direct and reckless, and their actions of flipping the chessboard do not represent stupidity, but rather they make use of their strengths and avoid weaknesses. While giving up the best interests, they also avoid the worst results.

Some people are good at calculating.

People who can calculate often have a gambler factor, are prone to take risks, ignore or accept bad results in advance.

They will happily enter the game, not only chasing the result, but also enjoying the process, just like Carmen.

Lorraine is the third category, which has both.

He might play chess against the chessboard, and of course he should be rewarded if he wins. If the loss is really irreversible, he may overturn the chess table before the opponent makes the last move. Anyway, if it is a fight, his winning rate is higher.

And Mara is the fourth category.

His talent is close to the first category, and his thinking is close to the second category. He likes to think a lot when dealing with things, but he often fails to grasp the main points, and is easily tempted and agitated.

Lorraine set up the chess table, and he sat across from him. Lorraine said he was crazy, so he put aside the life-threatening chess game and thought about the reason why Lorraine went crazy.

His self-confidence has no source, and his smooth life has little to do with personal ability, it is purely destiny.

Because of this, he or they will always stop at a certain juncture in life, sooner or later, once his luck or family can no longer protect him, he will definitely stop.

And today seems to be the day Mara stops.

Lorraine won the bet, and Mara and his seemingly stronger entourage boarded the boat. Barto put away the plank of the boat, and Lorraine let go of the hidden handle of the knife, and paddled the boat to a distance of 50 meters from the plank road. The distance of 1 meter is completely out of the effective range of the musket.

"Major."

He drew up his oars, stood up like nothing happened, and hoisted the sail with Barto.

"Major, the wind is light and the sky is dark today. It may take a long time to find the San Carlos. Why don't you go to the cabin to rest for a while?"

"Well……"

Mara, who was busy thinking about life, broke out of her thinking state and rolled her eyes in a panic.

"Rule, the San Carlos is fighting, but she's alone. Do you know why I boarded your boat?"

"Because... just happened to meet?"

"Of course it's a reason, but it's not the most important reason." Mara shook his arms, looking proud, "As I said, the San Carlos is on its own!"

"But I seem to hear that the English have no ships this time..."

"They have cannons!" Mara glared at Lorraine viciously, "They have cannons, even if they can't hit the cunning and flexible San Carlos, the other San Carlos is doomed to escape!"

"We need a stronger force, Grenada is close to us. That's why I'm going aboard your little ship, the San Carlos has to defend her home port, and we can go to Grenada to make our strong The army changed the tragic fate of this fortress!"

Lorraine raised her eyebrows: "You mean...for help?"

"It's asking for help!" Mara spit out the syllables forcefully, "There is no time to hesitate, Ruhr, take me to Grenada immediately, you can become the hero who saves the fortress!"

"Then we have to change course and go west." Lorraine stretched out his hand to check the direction of the wind. "This makes the wind direction worse, Major. It may take us ten hours to sail this small boat to Grenada."

"I will wait for you in the cabin, and my adjutant will show you the way, and you will not get lost."

After leaving this sentence, Mara winked at his adjutant.

The adjutant understood, and led two soldiers to stay on the deck, while the other two escorted Mara into the cabin.

The hatch is closed.

Seeing the hatches being sealed together, Lorraine smiled slightly at the adjutant.

"The major's speeches are always long, aren't they? It must be hard work being his adjutant."

Gao Leng's adjutant flicked his face: "This has nothing to do with you."

"How can you say it's okay..." Lorraine looked up at the shore of the lake that was drifting away, "Because the wind direction was right, we were more than 200 meters away from the shore..."

"If we want to get to Grenada, we still have countless 200 meters to go."

"There are not so many 200 meters." Lorraine moved his shoulders and said cheerfully, "To be honest, I was surprised that Mara left you on the deck. He actually knows how to be prepared."

"Um?"

"Two hundred meters from the shore, unless there is a high-level hunter on your ship, and that person is sensitive and happens to be on the shore, otherwise, the musket will be completely useless, and they may not even know what happened on the ship."

The adjutant finally started to feel something strange, and drew out his sword with a clang: "Rul Sebilian, your speech is very dangerous."

"For a person who is almost used as a scapegoat, any kind of speech is not dangerous. For a person who conspires against others, you are far from being fully prepared. This is the epitaph I gave to the three, Thanks...there's no need."

...

Mara led the guards into the cramped cabin of the fishing boat.

Compared to a battleship, a small fishing boat obviously cannot fit into multiple decks, and the interior space is not enough to properly divide the space.

The cabin is just a messy room, with two old rope beds hanging, a few boxes in the corner, and a cabinet fixed on the bulkhead. Arrived sundries.

Such as scattered cables, broken sails for mending, fishing pots, fishing rods, nets, mallets and rivets for ship repair, etc.

Mara had expected such a scene long ago. The bad environment, the bad smell, and what's worse, the only space in the cabin that could be called a neat and open space, there was a person lying on the floor in the center of the cabin. He tightly covered his mouth.

With the help of the dim wind lamp, Mara saw the man's appearance clearly: "Antonio Torresias?"

"Wooooow!"

"Why are you on this boat? No, didn't your people say that you were buried alive in the Gospel Wall?"

"woo woo woo woo!"

"What did you say?"

"woo woo woo woo!"

"Des... pués? Behind?"

The slight sound of the wind.

Two wind sounds protruded from behind, followed by a weak groan from the guard.

They fell heavily to the ground, and every sound of thud and thump made Mara tremble with fear.

He twisted his head with difficulty, and saw above the cabin door, in that small place with no legs, there was a strange image clinging to the wall as if floating in the air.

Her clothes are pure black, her skin is brown, she has a pair of beautiful big eyes like emeralds, and three gorgeous bows that are unforgettable.

"Lai..." Mara swallowed, trembling, "Leonor...Miss?"