The sound of the light fan opening and closing is like a hypnotic ballad.

The night was as dark as ink, and the lieutenant on the headland of Maggit Island was already anxious.

An unknown premonition lingers in my heart, and it gets stronger and stronger as I gather.

Just as he became more and more convinced that the supply ship tonight would never arrive, a few dark figures of ship emerged from the water and suddenly appeared in his sight.

The star officer suddenly became excited and his sleepiness disappeared. He immediately grabbed the signal light from his subordinates and called a series of secret codes to the other party like a bean-burning bean.

The three incoming ships did not respond to the inquiries of the Star Officer, but they rowed harder and accelerated toward a simple dock built with wooden boards removed from the wreck.

The boat that started was rowing very quickly, and it was a distance from the other two boats in just a few seconds. Soon, it had arrived in front of the pier.

A tall figure in a cloak appeared at the bow of the boat. Before the boat could stop, the man had already jumped up, and the rabbit rose and falconed jumped over the water, stood steadily on the pier, and walked straight to the shore without stopping.

The swaggering look made the star official angry. He could imagine with his kneecap that he was so annoying and arrogant guy under the cloak.

The official of the quasi-star couldn't help but clenched his fists, kicked the wooden frame that supported the musketeer's elbows, and directly pulled out his chest wall, and rushed forward angrily.

"Why not the code?"

"Why did you arrive so late?"

"What are you doing with such a big mess?"

As the distance kept getting closer, the series of scoldings had reached the throat of the official's voice, but he swallowed it back.

Because of the faint light of the signal light, he suddenly realized that under the other party's cloak was a pair of school official boots with silver slit edges and gold buckles.

The star-worthy official stopped in front of the other side, looked up and down suspiciously, and saluted loosely.

"Please indicate your identity," he said reluctantly.

The person's face was hidden in the shadow of the hood and could not be seen clearly, but he seemed to smile, returned a casual greeting, and then took off his hood, revealing a majestic, omniscient face.

The star official was stunned for a moment. The next second, he instinctively tensed his body and raised his hand to salute meticulously. His expression of joy had already climbed up to his eyebrows uncontrollably.

The visitor also paid a gift seriously.

The star official turned around and waved to the chest wall behind him and the fortress behind him.

The officer who saw the star had already experienced the identity of the person who came. The soldiers who had been waiting for the two tents yawned and walked out of their chest walls, slowly came to the pier, caught the cables thrown by the boat, and pulled all three small boats to the side of the pier, and moored them firmly.

Then the soldiers began to unload the goods from the ship: barrels of secondary baked dough, pickled fish, gunpowder, shells, liquor, piles of baskets for reinforcement, straw mats, bundles of ropes, and increasingly indispensable consumables - people.

Tonight's supply ship brought twenty-four replenishment soldiers. In order to save transportation capacity, the replenishment soldiers were sent to the battlefield without weapons or armor.

Of course, this is also because the most important thing in Maggit Island is the island of the world.

Some of the islands have unowned weapons and only have their hands missing, so there is no need to worry about this at all.

After confirming that it was our supply ship, the small door under the fortress wall also opened.

More than a dozen seriously injured people were carried out and sent to the boat. The wounded people had cloth stuffed in their mouths and were not allowed to moan.

The soldiers who carried the wounded also walked carefully, afraid that they would cause any big noise and attract enemy shells.

Then there are the same number of corpses - space is also a valuable resource, and there is no share of the dead.

However, there were only three supply ships, and they felt crowded with twenty-four living people sitting there, and they had to pretend to be more than a dozen wounded people who could only lie on their own. There was really no space to accommodate dead people who could only lie on their own.

There are no extra containers on the island for the dead to live in. Boat boards, sacks, buckets, boots and clothes taken off the corpse... Everything that can be used has turned into part of the fortifications.

So the corpse could only be soaked in the water in a very decent manner, tied the rope to the bow of the boat, and drifted along the water. For a moment, it was unclear whether the boat was pulling the dead or the dead were taking the boat to sail.

Fortunately, the dead obviously didn't care about this. For them, everything was over. They were like babies floating in amniotic water, soaking quietly in the river water. Everything in the world had nothing to do with them anymore.

The soldiers who sent off their companions stood on the pier and watched silently as the boat left.

And they still need to continue to endure the torture on Maggit Island.

But sentimentality was only a short while, and then the soldiers began to move supplies to the shore.

A crane poked out from the wall and was about to hang the supplies into the fortress.

The visiting school officials noticed that on the steps from the pier to outside the wall, several wooden barrels containing strong liquor had been opened.

The strong smell of alcohol on the soldier who carried the supplies could be smelled as long as the two holes in the mouth were still breathable, but the official of the rank ignored it.

The school official raised his eyebrows slightly.

The Star Official realized the other party's displeasure, perhaps because the person in front of him was an example he had longed for, and he suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

"Take everyone out to work in the middle of the night," the young lieutenant squashed his fingers and defended awkwardly, "I have to treat you."

The school official smiled, patted the lieutenant's shoulder tolerantly, and pointed out: "Next time they can wipe off the marks on the barrel, they will not be picked out as soon as possible."

The lieutenant hesitated for a moment, "Wipe it off, and then all the wooden barrels were opened and the gunpowder was moistened. Moreover, you can always find it... Forget it, let's not talk about these, please, yourselves."

The school official said nothing. After all, he took such a huge risk and crossed the enemy blockade line late at night to land on the island, not to inspect the troops.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! He shook his cloak, took a deep breath, and under the guidance of the Star Official, he lowered his head and stepped into the small door leading to the inside of the fortress.

In the mouths of soldiers who did not land on the island, this inconspicuous rotten wooden door has another easy-to-understand name - the Gate of the Dead.

Behind the Dead Gate is a wet corridor, and small rooms are carved out on both sides of the corridor, with various materials piled up.

Each small room and the corridor itself are supported by plates and wooden stakes. Walking in the corridor is like falling into a mine.

The smell of rotten flooded the school officials' nasal cavity - the damp corridor, obviously not a place suitable for serving as a warehouse.

But there are also good reasons for the soldiers stationed at the fortress - this fortress was forced into a force far beyond the originally envisioned size, so that "space" here has become a more valuable resource than food and drinking water.

But since the fortress is located on the river bank, you can see water if you put a shovel down a little, and there is no way to dig the basement like other fortresses.

So the soldiers could only desperately ask for space from the fortress itself.

Especially the wall facing the headland and not connecting to the enemy was almost dug into Emmental cheese.

Seeing this, the school official couldn't help but frown.

However, he was considering another thing - such desperate digging operations will inevitably seriously affect the integrity of the fortress. Once the wall here is blasted by the enemy, the consequences will be unimaginable.

The official of the valet star mistakenly thought that the school officials were not satisfied with the poor storage environment in the corridor, so they explained to themselves, "These things are only temporarily placed here and will be used up soon and will not be damaged... You don't have to worry about the gunpowder getting damp. If we don't put the gunpowder here, we are carefully kept."

The school official nodded without commenting.

After passing through the corridor, you will arrive at the training ground located in the center of the fortress.

Every officer was once called out - there was absolutely no debris on the open space inside the garrison camp, because debris may not only be ignited by enemy shells and then cause fire, but also hinder the defenders' movements, especially in the face of night raids.

However, at this moment, under the faint starlight, there were irregular "walls" on the training ground in front of the school officials.

To say that it is a wall is a kind of praise. Because those walls basically fill all the containers that can be found, and then pile them up as high as possible.

It can be seen that people who build walls have also wanted to build the walls in a regular manner.

But in this small world, soil is also a scarce resource, not to mention beauty. So in the end, it is an unquestionable victory of pragmatism.

Close to the foot of the wall, there are simple shacks.

The soldiers fell in the shacks, all sleeping soundly.

The school officials heard only the sound of snoring, just like traveling to the pond at night, with frogs roaring incessantly.

The official of the Honourable official glanced at the school official. This time he did not show any shame, but carefully explained: "The gunner on the opposite side is very powerful. Not only can he fight accurately, but he also has a unique skill. He can make the shells fly in against the wall and bounce in the open space and on the wall.

"At first we didn't know, but we thought they were lucky and many people were beaten to death and injured. Later, these blocking walls were urgently built, and the situation improved."

"Then you can't let the soldiers sleep outside," the school official said.

"There is not enough space to live in," the official of the valet scratched his head, "It is more comfortable and clean to sleep outside."

As he was talking, suddenly, without warning, a huge noise came into the ears of both of them.

It's the cannon that is firing!

The deep artillery roared in the quiet night, and even sounded a little crisp.

The school official subconsciously wanted to find a cover, but the star official stood there like nothing wrong.

"The six-pound cannon opposite," the lieutenant grinned, "not for you," he explained, "Every night they would fire a few cannons, deliberately making trouble, and not letting us sleep peacefully. But it was useless, everyone got used to it."

The school officer looked around and, as expected, the soldiers were still sleeping soundly.

Even the sound of snoring only briefly weakened, just like a stone thrown into a pond on a summer night, and the "frog croaking" quickly returned to normal.

"It's strange, yours," said the lieutenant laughing. "In the past, there were rats running under the floor, and I couldn't sleep. Now, I don't listen to a few cannons in the middle of the night, but I can't sleep well."

The school official waited for a while and suddenly asked, "Why don't you fight back?"

The official of the valet pulled the corner of his mouth and showed a smile again.

But this time it was no longer to hide the embarrassing dry laughter, but a helpless and considerate smile towards the layman.

"Returned," the official of the valet replied patiently, "At the beginning, he fought back every time, and he fought very lively every night.

"But later, the lieutenant colonel discovered that the shells we fired in the next day would be shot by the opponent again, so he ignored the night harassment of the opponent."

The official of the quasi-star shrugged, "Anyway, it's black and dark at night, so I can't achieve any results."

The star official raised his hand and pointed to his head, "The opposite person's heart was like a mirror. When he was harassing at night, he always glanced high, just to let the shells fly over our heads and fall into the river, so that we can't pick them up.

"In recent nights, I have even started to fire empty guns. Listen, did you think there was only the sound of fire guns and no shells just now?"
To be continued...