"Fire!"
Being in the midst of a group of coral snakes known for their toxicity and beauty, Lorraine shouted this order extra loud.
There was fear in his heart.
Even if his voice sounded steady and did not tremble, he did feel the gaze from the abyss in the eyes of the small snake that was spotted like colored stripes.
With a startled command, Yacharin subconsciously lit his hair rope, and the vipers all over the ground popped up and flew like arrows straight at the members of the expedition.
Lorraine charged instead of retreating, and swung his long knife towards the lashing snakes. The snowy blade reflected the flames, leaving an X-shaped residual light in one's pupils, and with only one strike, it cut off all seven or eight snakes in front of him!
But the broken head of the snake still showed its fangs, and snakes were never a species whose life could be ended by a mere cross-break.
Flying daggers and silver tarot swept across Lorraine's side, one drifting and flying with the precision of knocking the deadly snake's head to the ground.
Lorraine dropped to one knee, staring dead in the face at more, yet to spring up, vipers, her ears roaring in high fury at the screams of the sailors behind her.
"Kill!" "Boom!"
Earth-shattering roar!
The four-pounder let out a furious howl, a thunderous boom that echoed repeatedly along the echo-wall-structured cavern and shook Lorraine's ears.
He felt his eardrums break.
He forced himself to turn back at the sharp sonic chirps to see a reimagined Hina and a reimagined Noa overlapping, covering their ears, crouching, mouths open, faces agonized.
The sailors looked worse than the seamen, all falling over and baring their teeth, and Lorraine couldn't even tell how many had been snake-kissed in the round of attacks.
But the Jedi had finally begged for life.
The roar of the artillery startled the snakes back, and they fled in terror, flashing like a stream of light in the ghostly cave in Lorraine's heavy shadow. Some burrowed back into the clumps of light and disappeared without a trace, while others, crooked and lopsided, passed over the edge of the clumps of light and rushed to climb the smooth walls of the cave.
None of the snakes swam to the holes at either end.
The edges of the tunnel seem to have invisible threads, and each stream of light avoids scattering on its own. In their panic, they would rather fall down the smooth walls again and again than flee down the lightless tunnel into the distance.
It gave Lorraine a strange vision ...
This little dome hole is more ... like a prison cage than an arena for the coral snakes.
He steadied himself on his sword, shook, and hissed, "Check your companions around you, gentlemen!"
"Bleeding and resuscitation for snake bites, and relieving him if resuscitation doesn't work! We'll only wait a minute." He took a deep breath, not caring how many people heard what he said, "Noa! I hope the seat clock in the witch's head hasn't been blown off the needle by this blast, time it!"
The examination and first aid were completed as quickly as possible, and the total number of sailors bitten was three, plus the two who had alarmed the snakes, making five poisoned and two rescued.
Abandoning their companions, the party stumbled and staggered like dogs to a tunnel not far away, and along the way, no one dared to go near the light bush again.
It was only when the world beyond the firelight returned to pitch black, and the sailors could no longer see the glowing Qin's seductive, ethereal light, that Lorraine, relieved, leaned back against the wall and sat down softly.
"Recess ..."
The sailors who had been seasick for a long time on land by the heavenly-like order ... sat down in a heap, and the sound of dry heaving rose and fell.
Amidst the sounds of dry heaves, someone asked quietly, "How are we supposed to get back after we've escaped?"
"If we can get over, we can get back." The braver one gritted his teeth, "If we can't get there, let the artillery open up and blow all those damn snakes away!"
It's the standard English sailor, greedy and fearless.
Lorraine sighed emotionally.
The fact that he could hear the sailors' conversations meant that his tinnitus was mostly better, and though in his own case the long buzzing sound was still unrelenting, he could compare and judge.
It was a stupid decision to venture out with the artillery, every time I fired it in the middle of a sea cave it was like a torture ...
The huge sound wave has nowhere to be released, and adds to its power through co-seismic and echoing, injuring the enemy by 300 and damaging itself by 8,000.
Lorraine was worried that if the bombardment went on any longer, the ones who would find the gold might be a bunch of deaf people. But without the cannons with them, most of them would have owed even the chance to become deaf, and would have already become dead men under the attack of the wild beasts.
Nasbolt's team was wiped out. Where exactly was it wiped out?
Gargoyles? Vipers? Or is it some other danger hiding ahead that they haven't encountered yet?
Lorraine didn't dare take it lightly.
After waiting a full half hour and watching the party regain its stance, Lorraine stood up against the cave wall and ordered the expedition to move on.
Without complaint, the sailors held their torches and followed Lorraine, walking in silence through the deep tunnels into the long dragons.
The inside of the cave was becoming warmer and warmer, the walls of the cave could already be felt distinctly without burning.
Lorraine suspected that there was a vein of hot spring water outside the stone wall, but the cave wall was so dry that he couldn't see a trace of water, easily preventing Lorraine from verifying his judgment.
He frowned and asked, "Acharin, are the cave walls thinning?"
"Thin?"
Yacharin drew his musket and tapped the cave wall with the handle, hearing the hollow rattle of the toil.
His face turned hard for a moment, and he crouched down and carefully knocked on the ground again, still with that strange rattling sound of a toil.
"Captain, I'm afraid your sixth sense was right. This rock wall is as thin as eggshell, and it's not even on the ground." He drew a breath and said in a shaky voice, "If I'm right, right now we're drilling a pipe ... dozens of men, pushing a door of iron lumps weighing more than a ton, drilling a pipe of rock that's going to cave in at any moment."
Lorraine shrugged, "So? Are you going to suggest that I leave the artillery here, or order the expedition to pick up speed and run out of this tube as fast as possible?"
"None of it!" Yacharin's face was orange-white in the firelight, "As a matter of fact, a stone pipe of this thickness and length would not be able to hold the weight of a four-pounder. Since nothing has happened now, I think we had better be able to maintain the status quo ante, and rationalize as if there were no such thing, and no need to inform the sailors specifically ..."
"Heroic." Lorraine gained the answer, not looking half bad on her face, and brazenly reassured her Master Gunner, "Yacharin, the rock walls here are even thinner and thicker than London Bridge. Since London Bridge can stand over the Thames since the tenth century, this tunnel won't collapse easily."
"I hope your optimism is as accurate as your sixth sense. After all, no one has ever before tried to wrap London Bridge ... and then, inside, light a cannon."
"Nor will there be any in the future, the English are not willing to put London Bridge in danger." Lorraine smiled playfully, "Do you know why France, with far more people and land than England, was never able to conquer the British Isles?"
"Why?"
"You always think the worst of everything, so you are cynical, timely, and lack the courage to challenge and explore." Lorraine patted Acharin's shoulder, "Optimism, trust in your God, my friend."
"Optimistic?"
"Set out to find our treasure."
Lorraine turned her head confidently and her face darkened at once.
Damn! Artillery is completely useless ...