Reborn As a Pirate

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After a long wait, the British offensive finally began.

Spencer and his infantry lined up outside the Spanish defenseless northern wall, firing solid shells at the thick logs from a very close range of about 250 meters (800 feet).

The Spaniards in the city were busy putting out the fire and rescuing the injured and trapped people in the disaster. When the shelling sounded without warning, their first reaction was... sluggish.

The defense system of the fortress has not been able to respond effectively for a long time, because all the preset plans are aimed at the east and south sides of the San Juan River, but no one has ever told the soldiers that if an enemy comes from the direction of the rainforest, What on earth should they do?

Some wise people proposed to respond conventionally, that is, to inform the commander of the armed militia, to inform the water gate to send troops to meet the enemy, and to inform the San Carlos to respond from the lake.

This is the most secure defensive tactic. Even if it lacks a bright flash of inspiration, all three troops will participate in the battle. Under normal circumstances, it is enough to defend the small fortress and repel the invading enemy.

The problem is that things are somewhat irregular now.

First of all, the only army in the fortress that maintains a state of daily combat readiness, the Grenadian Grenadiers stationed in the Watergate Tower, was attacked tonight. The heavy casualties of the soldiers may be discussed later, but their commander, Colonel Oviedo, was stabbed to death, and the two company commanders under his command were also killed and wounded.

Who will command those elite soldiers who are so arrogant to the bone? At this critical moment when the whole city is panicking, who can command that group of elite soldiers?

The second situation, sailors.

The Lakeside Port Authority was the first to be attacked a few days ago, and the remaining two stood by.

Although Major Mara is alive and well, it has long been known that he refuses to perform duties under his command. Now how to persuade him to give up the safe water evacuation channel and fight the enemy outside the wall for the sake of the fortress?

Don't forget, this group of British people who don't know their origins have guns!

Finally, the militia themselves...

If outsiders are unreliable, these soldiers who make their homes in San Carlos must be reliable.

However, the civilian army is a ready-to-war armed force,

In peacetime, the ammunition was kept in the bunker at the foot. When the water gate was attacked, their beloved Commander Torresias also went to the bunker.

Then, the bunker was bombed...

According to the feedback from the soldiers who went deep to fight the fire, the explosion point should be near the arsenal.

The entire auditorium collapsed badly, and it would take about a week to dig a simple passage out of the rubble, and to rescue those munitions who might have escaped unharmed and their commanders who didn't know if they were alive or dead, it would take even the most optimistic estimate. more than three weeks.

For three whole weeks, if the wind is good enough, the British who are outside the city now may be able to see the walls of Madrid!

Despair gripped the fortress.

With a powerful armed force of seven companies and a frigate, when the foreign enemy invaded, they couldn't even dispatch a single soldier. They could only watch the British use small-caliber light artillery at a position within reach. bombarded their walls.

The log walls are crumbling.

With the idea of ​​treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor, the company commanders of the militia who gathered together quickly elected a representative and asked for help from the Port Authority and Watergate at the same time as quickly as possible.

Minato quickly gave a kind response.

The company commander who escaped from Blackbeard's knife took the shortest time to gather 142 grenadiers with less than minor injuries, dragging their physical wounds and mental exhaustion, and went straight to the north wall to establish a line of defense.

Mara didn't live up to expectations.

The representative of the militia didn't see him at all. As soon as he heard that the British bombarded the city wall, he rushed to the pier with the sailors who filled the entire villa with all the valuables he could carry.

However……

Ma La stared blankly at the empty berth in front of him, and kicked the captain of the navy who he had entrusted with a heavy responsibility to the ground.

You said that a dozen gangsters attacked my boat when the civilian army camp exploded, and they defeated you in less than ten minutes, and then drove away in my boat in front of you ?”

Yes Yes!

Why not report it immediately!

The captain of the water captain was crying: We only survived four people, and each of them was wounded. This... anyway, San Carlos doesn't have any gunboats that can pursue them, so we just want to...

You just think, anyway, if you can't catch up, why not treat the wound first, and then report when the injury is stable?

Yes Yes……

Then, are your injuries stable now?

Generally...

Go to the North Wall and defend against the British.

The sailor captain was stunned for a moment: Sorry, captain...

The British are attacking the northern wall. The militia's arsenal has been blown up, and the grenadiers have suffered heavy losses. Without our help, they cannot stop the British. Mara took a deep breath, I give Your chance to clear your name. Take 30 men to the North Wall, where the Grenadiers should be, and report to their commander.

The water captain's face turned pale immediately, he shook a few times, struggled to salute: Of order, sir.

The momentary personal anger was vented, but there was still no way for Mara to retreat.

He was actually a little confused about the current situation.

The explosion in the civilian army camp should have been done by Frey according to his order. There is no problem with this, the time and place are right, but the scale of the explosion seems to be a bit bigger than his request.

The people who attacked the watergate tower should be the group that attacked him a few days ago. Judging from the time, it is likely that they were the ones who snatched the San Carlos.

Coupled with the sudden appearance of a large group of armed British people outside the city...

Mara had a vague guess that the group of people who attacked him might not be what he had thought before, but a conspiracy by Torresias. If not, they might be assassins arranged by the British.

Oviedo is dead, and Torresias seems to have been buried in the bunker. Whether he is alive or dead, he can be regarded as death.

In the past, he was the only one left among the Big Three in San Carlos, and the beginning of all these incidents was the attack a few days ago!

Assassination, assassination, blasting, siege...

The speculation in Ma La's heart suddenly turned into enlightenment, and he suddenly understood that it was impossible for Frey to blow up the bunker, and the greatest possibility was the British!

San Carlos is full of British people!

After figuring out the crux of the matter, fear immediately seized Mara's heart from all directions.

The shadow of a cup bow and a snake is like a soldier!

Because two of the Big Three have died, if the British want to completely destroy the command system of San Carlos before entering the city, he must be the last goal of the British!

Where is the assassin hiding?

Under the cover of the trusted sailors, Mara retreated tremblingly to the end of the plank road deepest into the lake, the berth where the San Carlos was originally docked.

The boat is long gone!

He didn't know why he came here, but he just felt that the farther away from that chaotic town, the better.

He suddenly heard someone calling his name on the lake.

Major! Major! Major Marat...

That voice... Ruel de Sebilian?

Mara turned her head abruptly, and saw a small fishing boat floating on the calm lake. On the small fishing boat, the Ruhr who should have been killed by Frey was waving at him, which seemed to mean that he wanted him to board the boat.

How to deal with it?

Mara's head turned quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it changed into an expression of affection and surprise.

God, Dear Ruhr! Come here, I need you!

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