"Boom" There was a loud explosion, and a lot of dust fell on the stone prison.
Zhao Qian sat on the wooden board leaning against the wall and glanced at the dice that kept shaking in the broken bowl surrounded by the crowd.
This group of pirates who were caught because of drinking and misbehaving looked at each other and then at the pirate leader, Bartholomew, who also didn't react.
The boss, who was called the Black Baronet by the pirates, was chewing tobacco leaves that he had taken out from somewhere on his body.
He shook his head, indicating that he was not part of his plan.
It's still quite bright outside now, definitely no later than 6 o'clock.
Before anyone could react, another burst of thunder sounded.
"Boom" "The sound of a loaded eight-pounder."
Bartholomew murmured, spitting out the chewed and even moldy tobacco leaves in his mouth on the not very clean floor of the cell.
The entire prison had long been in commotion because of the louder sound of cannons.
Zhao Qian sat there with no intention of moving.
In addition to the smell of various excrements or rotten things, the smell of low-quality black powder drifted in from the iron window.
It was very annoying, and I could hear the chatter of the prisoners in the cells next door and opposite.
"Old sea dog, do it."
Bartholomew said, and a scarred man with rough hands and feet in the cell quickly stood up.
The man walked to the cell door and took a closer look.
After confirming that the jailer who was eating and drinking in the corridor just now had left, he took out a slender key without locking teeth from somewhere on his body. , and poked the lock on the chain on the cell door.
Although the cell door is made of iron bars, the designer of this prison obviously had the idea of cutting corners, or maybe it was the builder.
Anyway, at this time, in this noisy prison, the people in this cell held their breath at this time.
Zhao Qian also stood up silently, but unlike the nervous pirates.
He seemed calm.
A bright silver giant crossbow was taken out of the ticket at this time.
He had never planned a so-called good deal from the beginning.
What if these guys don't give them the keys?
The crossbow was pressed against Bartholomew's back.
At the last moment, they were all attracted by the old sea dog's skillful lock-picking skills.
"key."
Zhao Qian said, making the pirate leader who was only slightly stronger than ordinary people stun.
"Fusuosi, you showed me the ability of the nobles"
Turning around, Bartholomew talked without changing his expression.
He didn't seem to care.
Maybe the next moment, Zhao Qian's hand shook, and a sharp arrow penetrated his chest.
"key."
Those two words again were so clear in the otherwise noisy prison.
The cell fell silent.
All the pirates turned their heads and looked at their boss who was held up by a crossbow.
In fact, his strength is not as strong as the one-eyed helmsman under him.
Slowly taking out the bunch of metal keys from his arms, Bartholomew handed them over, but Zhao Qian knocked them to the ground with the silver crossbow in his hand.
The weapon's aura of death still stung.
"Not this one."
Zhao Qian stared at him, or in other words, he was very aware of these little tricks that he used to do.
The atmosphere also became solemn at this time.
"Click" The old sea dog is still busy there, and the confrontation is still going on here.
With a soft sound, the lock of the cell door opened.
But the people present seemed not to have heard the crisp escape music.
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Everyone looked at the focus of the crowd, the pirate leader, the black baronet, Bartholomew.
The nobleman among the pirates smiled, as if he was not at all embarrassed by his little trick being discovered.
"Sven."
Bartholomew said something, and a pale guy among the gamblers in the crowd looked at his boss with the back of his head.
"Give me."
The leader stretched out his backhand, and a rusty metal key was thrown into his hand directly after he said his words.
A backhand grab.
Bartholomew handed it over.
Zhao Qian looked at him and allowed the man in front of him to put the key that restricted him on his crossbow rack.
"squeak" There was a harsh scraping sound of iron.
The old sea dog opened the door and was the first to go out.
The prisoners in the opposite cell seemed to have noticed the situation here, and the prison became increasingly noisy.
But these didn't matter, because they were replaced by the increasingly "lively" sound of artillery fire.
"goodbye."
Bartholomew walked to the cell door with the door wide open, and gave Zhao Qian the aristocratic salute that French nobles often used to greet him.
Then he followed his men waiting for him at the door.
Zhao Qian watched the group of people walk away, and finally disappeared deep into the corridor where there were no torches. dividing line "Inform Roger to replace the ten-pounder."
On a large ship with the English words "Satisfaction" painted on the stern of the rudder, a man was sitting at the helm of the ship, issuing orders one after another in an orderly manner, and occasionally swearing something that made people feel vulgar. bad language.
But no one felt inappropriate.
The entire ship was like a clockwork machine, running at high speed.
The sound of artillery fire rang out, mixed with artillery fire from the city defense not far away.
But in the eyes of those who know the goods, the artillery defending the city wall and the ship with the skull and crossbones flag on the sea are two levels of weapons.
"Boss, judging from the deal between us and the August family, August (which can be translated as August in English), we are just attracting the firepower of the city defense."
"Bang" The guy next to the man who looked a little crooked had not finished speaking, but what he answered was not the man's words, but a fatal musket.
"But I don't like meaningless exchanges of fire, even if the price is that the French Navy will recognize my legal status."
Holding a cigar of unknown origin in his mouth and exhaling smoke, he said with a serious expression on his face.
"I like to rob if I can't do anything" The captain cursed.
The sound of artillery on the ship became more and more fierce, and no one would question his order.
Because he is a famous man in the seven seas.
Brutalist, Henry Morgan
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