Three Hundred and Twenty Eighth Desolate City

Fort San Carlos.

As an important military fortress, the defense here is unexpectedly lax.

Lorraine came from the sensitive river with more than 20 armed men. They had no identification documents and no acquaintances to guide them. They easily entered the city with only a wet-stained port authority landing permit. They entered the city without being encountered. to any difficulty.

The scene in the city is also very desolate, with uneven dirt roads and dirty alleys everywhere.

As a settlement in the center of the rainforest, most of the buildings here are wooden houses made of local materials. The boards are simply cut, but there are few carefully decorated paints. There are vines, and even strange mushrooms can be seen.

The tallest building in the fortress is the chapel in the center. The steeple bell tower exceeds the height of the watchtower on the city wall, about fifteen or six meters high.

The most exquisite building in the fortress is the garrison commander's residence built by the lake. It is four stories high, with a red roof and beige walls.

The carriage walked through the alleyway with few pedestrians, turned left and right, and stopped in front of a three-story wooden house.

The cabin looks old, and it's by no means well maintained.

The old wooden wall was patched like a mosaic, and the wood was used to fill the wood, but the owner did not choose a better-looking replacement or inlay, but nailed the matter as perfunctorily as possible.

When Lorraine saw the signboard of the wooden house, New Cadiz, he was convinced that he had really come to a hotel.

He helped Henna jump out of the carriage, and with a wink, Freeman knocked on the door of the hotel.

"Come, come, come!"

A fiery voice came out from the room, and Lorraine watched the signboard trembling, and fine ash dripped from the edge of the signboard.

The door opened with a bang, and a middle-aged woman with a round waist and an apron was blocked in the aisle, with a flattering smile on her face.

"Welcome to the comfort of New Cadiz! Gentlemen, what can Aunt Poriani do for you?"

Freeman raised his chin proudly: "How many rooms does your hotel have?"

"East and west floors, a total of eighteen rooms."

"Eighteen..." Freemani estimated,

"Go and clean it up, we'll have it all."

"All..." Aunt Poriani hesitated for a while, "Sorry, the eight rooms in the west building have already been booked. I don't think there are many gentlemen here, so why don't you settle down and only live in the east building?"

"Purchased?" Lorraine Yidi frowned, "Is there such a large flow of people in San Carlos during the dry season?"

"It's definitely not usually there." Seeing that it was Lorraine who asked the question, Aunt Poriani became more cautious, "It's just a coincidence that a few adventurers came from the other side of the lake more than ten days ago and occupied the west building. .”

"Mr. Adventurer?"

"It seems that they are here to find some ancient treasure. Twelve people have marched into the rainforest for three days, and no news has come back so far."

"The adventure team of the rainforest treasure... Could it be that they are obsessed with the Mayan civilization?"

This group of brave men who pursued the mystery aroused Lorraine's interest.

"Freemani, go check in. It's time... about a month."

"Yes, my lord!"

...

Perhaps it was the dirty and dilapidated facade of the hotel that infinitely lowered people's psychological expectations. Lorraine found that the rooms in New Cadiz were unexpectedly good.

There are a total of ten rooms in the west building. Lorraine and Henna live in a luxury suite with two bedrooms on the third floor. Leif, Daniel, Barto and Freemani each occupy a single room on the second floor, a total of five rooms on the first floor. In the standard room, ten stormtroopers lived in pairs, which just happened to arrange for all the people brought by Lorraine.

Lorraine followed the maid to the so-called luxury suite, and saw that the furnishings inside were not luxurious, but they were brand new, clean, and had a clear view. From the window, one could overlook the scenery of the lakeside pier.

He stood by the window and watched the San Carlos moored quietly in the distance, and he was fascinated unconsciously.

"You want to snatch the boat?" Hannah asked suddenly.

Lorraine glanced into the room subconsciously, and found that the door was closed tightly, and the previous maid had long since disappeared.

He sighed.

"Five companies of militias, two companies of grenadiers, eight coastal defense guns, a Brigantine and full sailors. Just based on the information we already know, the armed forces of San Carlos are already much more than Nelson guessed Much more. With our current state, it is unlikely to conquer here."

"So you want to steal the boat?" Hannah asked a second time.

"Snatching a ship is one of the reserved means, not the only option." Lorraine pointed to the scenery outside the window, "Look, with the church square as the center, this small fortress presents a completely different scene."

"The west city is very clean, with stone slabs on the ground, flower beds on the pier, fountains and benches in the church square, and a lot more people on the street, most of them in military uniforms."

"The northernmost red roof and yellow wall, according to Mr. Pilot, is the official residence of Commander Torresias. There is a stone barracks in front of his official residence. Unsurprisingly, it should be a civilian army barracks."

"From north to south, there is a beautiful lakeside pier next to the commander's mansion. There are only two boats on the berth. The Brigantine is obviously the San Carlos, and another large Sroop, which is our neighbor without accident. The ship of a group of adventurers."

"The Port Authority at the lakeside pier is very large, far beyond the needs of the tax card here. I guess the sailors will be stationed there, and the playground behind the Port Authority is where they train."

"Further south is the Watergate of the San Juan River, a suspension bridge with stone towers on both sides. There is also a garrison there. Since the militiamen control the fort, the two grenadier companies should control the suspension bridge."

"Did you see it? Mr. Pilot said it was a military city, but judging from the planning of the city, I think the west city is the real military city, and the east city where we are... probably during the wet season, the Spaniards A place for stranded merchants."

Haina tilted her head and thought for a while, but found that she couldn't make any sense, so she simply asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Well... two things."

Lorraine went to the desk and spread out the paper, talking while writing.

"The first thing is to establish a communication channel with Nelson. When I disembarked, I arranged a task for Drogo. He would come into town every day to deliver wine."

"Daniel stayed and connected with him, and asked him to find a way to send my letter to Nelson without using the blue dew, and bring back the dynamics and plans of the troops."

Hannah nodded.

"The second thing is that even the little pilot knows that the commander and the two majors are not subordinates but collaborators. This can only show that they don't get along well, and it's not harmonious on the surface. "

"We need to figure out the degree of this incompatibility. Whether it is pretending to fight, pretending to be a snake, never getting along with each other, or waiting for the opponent to bear the defeat and die on the spot... This will determine our next course of action."

"To figure this out, we have to go to Military City."

While talking, Lorraine put away the pen, folded the letter paper, baked the red paint on it, took off the pectoral of the tuxedo and poked it hard on the paint to seal the private seal.

He stared at Hina maliciously.

"Castilians and Moors are often related, and there are many relatives of different colors in the family. How about being my cousin for once?"

"ah?"

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