Three Hundred and Seventy First City of Plague

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"Steady...Steady! Open the oars, don't panic, hold your respective oars! Hold the oars and you won't capsize..."

Barto's shouts were mixed in the storm. On the shore of San Carlos Lake, a small boat heaved with difficulty in the strong wind and torrential rain.

They had already traveled most of the journey, and as long as they landed, they could reach the end.

However, the upturned lake waves were swept towards the land by the wind, smashed into pieces when they hit the embankment, created fine turbulent currents, retreated and intertwined regardless of depth, weaving a large area of ​​unpredictable imminence between advance and retreat. shore vortex.

The fast-moving boat plunged into it, and was unfortunately pushed back less than twenty meters from the shore. Then it was caught by the eddy current, and the violent nature threw them up, down, up, down ...

Lorraine stood at the bow of the boat with arms folded, despite the high wind and waves, his feet remained motionless as if nailed.

"Bator, send Daniel safely ashore, and don't let the boat capsize."

"yes!"

A violent wave came over, crushing his head and face on the boat, Barto wiped off the water from his face with great effort, and shouted to Lorraine.

"Captain! I plan to give up the four oar positions and lock the oars on the side to improve stability. At the same time, let the sailors go into the water and use manpower to push the boat out of the vortex!"

"This is your problem." Lorraine adjusted the belt of the saber, "You need to think about it yourself."

Barto turned pale with shock: "You are going to..."

"I've waited long enough. I want to know the status of San Carlos sooner. That's our retreat."

Another big wave came up, and Lorraine drew the knife suddenly, held it with both hands, jumped up, and slashed!

The water and iron exploded like the roar of a cannon, and the waves shattered.

At the moment of falling into the water waves, Lorraine's voice came to the boat: "Leif, let's go."

"Okay!"

A few minutes later, two big fish leaped out of the water with a splash, their strong arms supported the embankment, and they lifted Lorraine and Leif to the shore of the lake.

The shores of the lake are quiet.

The mess of war is here still clear,

The paved stone slabs are undulating, the exquisite fountain no longer has flowing water, and the beautiful flower beds that once bloomed with hundreds of flowers are covered with hideous cracks, and the thick yellow muddy water seeps out from the cracks, soaking one side, making it extremely dirty.

But compared to twenty days ago, the changes here are stark.

At the top of the two widest plank roads, towering wooden watchtowers facing the lake were built. The shore defense forts were opened, and a dozen light and heavy artillery were added to the lake embankment. They were only covered with simple cannon canopies and covered with raincloths to keep out the rain.

The canopy was crudely made, and through the wide gap, Lorraine could see the accumulation of projectiles and gunpowder, indicating that this place is in a state of battle, and of course it is dealing with the possible threat of Grenada.

What pleased Lorraine the most was that he saw red uniforms on the pier sheltering from the rain and standing guard.

The wharf was a key bridgehead against Grenada, but it wasn't important for the town by any means.

The fact that Spencer's soldiers can appear here at least shows that the order in the town is still in order, and it is far from the situation that Lorraine is most worried about.

He breathed a sigh of relief, got up and left the hiding place, and walked towards the nearest lobster soldier.

The patrolman was very vigilant. Although his monitoring direction made him face Lorraine sideways, and although the surrounding wind and rain covered the scattered noises, Lorraine only took three steps before he sharply raised his gun and turned around.

"Don't move, sir, tell me exactly who you serve!" He asked loudly, "It has been raining for more than twenty days. No one will come to this lakeside for a walk in such a ghostly weather!"

Lorraine frowned: "If I were you, I would definitely not show such obvious hostility until I was sure that I could control the four weeks."

Before the words fell, Leif charged from the other side with the shield.

His big feet stepped on the uneven stone floor, splashed puddles, and crushed bluestones. Every step was as heavy as a thousand pounds, and the speed was extremely fast.

The sentry turned around in a hurry, but before he could pull the trigger, Leif's shield went up, smashing the barrel of the marine commuter into twists with a bang.

"Number, soldier!"

The sentinel sat down on the ground, gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Lorraine strode closer to his canopy sheltering from the rain, and looked at him: "You just asked who I serve. I am a mercenary hired by the Royal Navy of Great Britain for sea operations, Lorraine Drake, my service The target is Colonel Horatio Nelson, commander in chief of the Sea Lane Operation, understand?"

The sentinel was dumbfounded: "Will... Mr. President?"

...

"Fourteen days ago when the army became ill, a soldier passed out while building a watchtower. At that time, we didn't pay much attention to it. After all, such heavy rain was very difficult. We were in the hinterland of the enemy's country. In the beginning of the war, it is normal for a few people to break down, and in fact, he is not the first soldier to pass out on the job."

Port Authority Villa, Nelson's temporary residence for himself.

Accompanied by Spencer, Lorraine went upstairs quickly. Along the way, Spencer was narrating the ins and outs of the plague.

"We found that he was different from the previous comatose soldiers on the third day after his onset. Generally, soldiers who suffer from excessive mental stress will show improvement within one to two days, but he didn't. burned."

"On the day he had a fever, seven other soldiers fell ill. Four were in his barracks, two were his personal friends, and the last was an orderly I sent to take care of him."

"As a result, the plague spread. In the third batch, 16 people got sick, then 12 people, 9 people, 22 people... In just 14 days, I have organized 37 funerals, and there are still 91 people in the barracks who are sick, Thirty-three had mild cough and fever."

"The doctors here refuse to serve us, and your boat doctor is the only doctor we can find right now. I've tried to contact you since the day the third batch of sicknesses appeared, but the lake is too rough, and we don't have enough people here who are good at handling boats. Soldiers of the . . . look, I need to fill out six more death notices, don't I?"

"I'm afraid that's the case." Lorraine and Spencer stopped in front of the bedroom that belonged to Mara, "Your people only found me this morning. In order to come here, I rowed for three hours in the wind and waves." Oars... Is the Colonel in there?"

"It's inside." Spencer nodded, "The orderly is getting us protective suits..."

"No need. Tropical diseases are not severe infectious diseases. People who will be infected are idiots, and the one inside is no exception!"

After speaking, Lorraine pushed open the door with his boots, and saw a thin and pale Nelson on the bed.

Not knowing whether he was woken up by Lorraine or because he hadn't slept in the first place, Nelson quickly opened his eyes and looked at Lorraine with red, bloodshot and cloudy eyeballs.

"You saw me..." he said, "Is my condition bad?"

"It's too bad. If I don't get treatment, I will probably die here." Lorraine said honestly.

"It seems that you are very dissatisfied with my illness..." Nelson smiled bitterly, "Yes, tropical diseases, every tactical manual related to the rainforest has a response to it. I should have been prepared , it shouldn’t even have been allowed the chance to spread in the first place.”

"But it did spread." Lorraine recalled for a moment, "The major said that the plague has killed 37 people, infected 91 people, 33 people with symptoms, and 6 people disappeared on the lake looking for me. You The troops have lost the ability to attack, what are you going to do next?"

"What should I do? God doesn't seem to want to see me achieve real merit..." Nelson smiled miserably, "I feel weak, my hands and feet are cold, and I have cramps in my lower abdomen. I can't sleep, and when I fall asleep, I see countless ghosts The shadow is entrenched beside me, biting my flesh and blood, but no one is willing to tell me why God hates me. Drake, do you know?"

Lorraine had a strange face: "Colonel, are you going to let a heretic judge your faith?"

"Do I have it?" Nelson was stunned for a while, as if recalling his previous words, "It seems that I am really confused. Drake..."

Before he finished speaking, Spencer, who was wrapped in a protective suit and looked a little like an astronaut, walked in.

"Drake, your ship's doctor and sailors are here. We'd better let the doctor see the doctor first, and chat with the rest until the colonel is out of danger."

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