Assassin’s Adventure

Although Gore is not good at quarreling, he is very annoyed now, and kicked out: "Shut up, you arrogant, if it wasn't for you always dilly-dallying and doing things without a detailed plan, how could we be tied up? At this……"

"Hey! You can't say that about my captain..."

Mitch was obviously on Gordon's side, and then joined the quarrel, and gradually started fighting.

Gordon and Gore madly kicked each other's legs with their feet, while the Spaniards on the side looked at each other. Although they didn't understand what these British guys were doing, it was very interesting, wasn't it?

The five soldiers in charge of guarding almost all relaxed their vigilance, watching these British dogs bite dogs. Even laughing.

"These people are really, those who are dying can still quarrel, haha."

A soldier leaned against the tree and couldn't help but be amused by this very funny scene, and even placed his gun against the tree.

"Actually, I've always had a question in my heart, why are these British guys here..."

A soldier not far away raised a question.

"Who knows? Maybe they came after us and even wanted to steal our achievements."

"But why are there only three of them? Where are the other Englishmen?"

The question the soldier asked almost stunned everyone. The enemy was probably more than that.

boom!

A violent **** of the gun directly knocked over a Spanish soldier, and the remaining four were not much better. They were pushed down by the British Royal Navy soldiers lurking behind them.

Until this time, Mickey finally understood that his captain and adjutant Gore were performing a play to attract the attention of the enemy.

However, at this time, Gordon and Gore were still madly fighting each other.

"You lazy bastard, I also heard that when you were on Dead Island, you actually objected to sending any soldiers to rescue me. Instead, only my sailor came here alone, otherwise I would die there..."

"You are bloody! Are you mentally retarded? Can't you find a reef and wait for our battle to end?"

"I always ask me if I have any plans, are you an idiot? I don't know how to prepare a plan..."

……

"Captain, Mr. Gore, the enemy has been brought down, you don't need to perform..."

Well, the two of them may have been acting from the very beginning, but now they have become so angry that they are almost useless to clench their teeth.

"Gentlemen, I think if you keep arguing, you won't be able to leave!"

A soldier came up and loosened the ropes, and then tied the Spanish soldiers who were guarding them.

"Sorry, it's a bit of a drama, but it's really cool to scold people!"

Gordon let out a haha, and there was no shame in his tone. This indifferent attitude made Gore mad.

"The overall situation is the most important, the big orange is the most important... Eh? Something strange seems to have happened."

In the end, Gore could only widen his eyes, and he also showed an indifferent attitude. His subordinates were still watching, but he couldn't be looked down upon.

This time, the plan was basically a failure, not only disturbing the enemy, exposing the fact that they had followed, but also not getting anything.

"No, at least Colonel Adudin's log was stolen."

Gordon took out a large notebook from his arms. Fortunately, there was no hard-shell book packaging outside, otherwise it would not fit into his arms at all.

Gore took the log, turned over two pages, and determined that it was indeed true.

"Okay, it's worth it, let's retreat."

But Gordon looked at the camp ahead and was very unwilling. He wasn't sure if there was a better chance than this one.

"Forget it, Captain." Mickey also advised.

The flames in the camp have become smaller and smaller, and the riots have gradually subsided. At this moment, Colonel Fidel and Captain Wilson brought people to the edge of the camp and wanted to torture those British people. Where did they come from? Any specific news? How many are they?

But when he came over, he saw that the British had disappeared. Instead, the five guarding soldiers were tied to a tree and even gagged with their own socks.

A soldier loosened them, then ripped off the socks from his mouth.

"The enemy fled under your nose, and you didn't even give out a warning. You were soldiers, tied to a tree without a shot being fired! What a bunch of rice buckets."

Colonel Fidel was very angry. He couldn't believe who his subordinates were. According to the confessions of the two sentries who were knocked out, the enemy had been wandering in the camp for at least an hour, and no one had noticed. Now, The three bound people escaped so easily, less than twenty minutes before and after.

"Rice bucket!"

He kept repeating these two words, and then ordered to the adjutant on the side: "Start training tomorrow, the British are here, this is equivalent to a war."

"Yes, sir!"

"Sir, I have to report something..."

At this time, a soldier who was tied to a tree before spoke up. Even though the current Colonel is aggressive, the enemy's situation cannot be delayed~www.wuxiaspot.com~ You said, it's better to have something useful! "

Colonel Fidel forcibly calmed down his mood and tone.

"The direction the British left was on the side of the camp..."

boom!

A huge explosion mixed with shock waves spread from the direction of the camp, and the fire was soaring into the sky, and there were soldiers screaming from time to time.

The flame that had just been extinguished was burning again, and it had a tendency to spread towards the surrounding jungle.

Originally, the surrounding trees were dried up by the flames and heat waves in the previous fire, and this fire had a tendency to start a prairie fire.

Colonel Fidel couldn't bear to scold the soldier why he didn't say it earlier, he just gritted his teeth and brought someone back to put out the fire.

"Everyone stop the fire from spreading!" Now nothing else matters.

In the midst of this chaos, Gordon dived back in.

He couldn't give up this opportunity. If their theft failed, Burton would lead the soldiers to launch a frontal war, and the sacrifice would be even greater.

"Take a gamble!"

This is Gordon's heart at the moment, no one can take care of him in the chaos, and they all head towards the west of the camp.

Going against the flow of people, Gordon lowered his body with the help of an obstacle, and sneaked back into the innermost tent, which belonged to Wilson and where the angels were kept.

But there was nothing in this room. Wilson was no longer here. The table fell to the ground, there were pieces of wood on the floor, and there was a bullet hole in the tent, which let in light.

He shook his head. Although the result was expected, he was still a little regretful.

But at this time, he saw the notebook on the bed, which belonged to Abbe Wilson's sailing notebook, and then showed a knowing smile.