Reborn As a Pirate

Being a Pirate on Your Birthday ()!

January 26, 1786, in the western suburbs of Miami.

The moist wind blowing from the direction of the sea enveloped the horns of the Europeans and the songs of the Indians, crushed them, and spread them faintly to the vast green and yellow grasslands.

The atmosphere of war is becoming more and more intense.

Mr. Boclone pushed a wheelbarrow full of sandbags on the road with difficulty.

Yes, hard.

Underfoot is a temporary paved sidewalk made of gravel and sandbags, which is neither wide nor level enough. Mr. Boclon has to walk back and forth on such a 1.3-kilometer broken road four times a day, and he feels overdrawn after only three days.

The arms are sore and swollen, the legs and feet are filled with lead, the soles of the feet and the palms are covered with layers of blisters, the old ones have been pierced, and the new ones are filled with translucent tissue fluid, the skin and flesh are squeezed and pushed in the bumps, moving It hurts like a needle prick.

Why is my life so unlucky...

Mr. Boclone savored the sting and asked himself silently.

There is really nothing worth looking back on in his life.

When I was born, Spain's economy was already in decline. Britain, France, the Netherlands... These overlords who are much younger than Spain are crowding out the interests of the Spanish colonial empire around the world, but they don't feel it at all in China.

This situation is both ridiculous and shameful.

Because if the brave man is late and trapped in the wolf's kiss, he can at least feel the pain and despair when the wolves are biting his limbs, and he can still struggle to survive under the stimulation, whether the struggle is useful or not.

But if the brave man is paraplegic, those limbs and torso that once symbolized his strength become completely redundant. If there is one more piece or one piece less, the mind will only numbly accept it, without any sense of reality.

Spain is such a warrior with high paraplegia.

When he was young, Mr. Boclon could often hear phrases such as Where is the colony lost? Rumors, but even in the most impulsive adolescence, he seldom throbbed about it.

The life of the freedmen is too difficult. After a year of hard work, they can't make ends meet. The ancestral family property is decreasing day by day, and the accumulated debts are getting higher and higher.

The empire's loss is only the loss of the rich and noble,

It is impossible and has never had any relationship with these lowly people.

A numb childhood followed a numb teenager, and then a numb youth again. When Mr. Boclon came back to his senses, he had inherited a dilapidated family business, and he and his wife had a pair of sensible children.

Of course he hopes that he can become a good man who can make his children proud and his wife can trust him.

However, the reality is just like that. The income in the field is going from bad to worse. In his generation, it is only enough to repay the annual debt interest. What pride, what responsibility, just ensuring two shabby meals a day exhausted their efforts.

His throbbing heart soon became numb again, and day by day, month after month, he suddenly dreamed that Raul had grown into a ten-year-old reliable boy.

The turning point can be said to be sudden.

Without warning, a herald came to the town to mobilize, portraying Miami as rich and fertile as heaven. Mr. Boclon happened to be whipped again that day to drink away his worries, and signed the immigration application as soon as he woke up. , everything has already been carved into a boat.

It is irreparable.

The peaceful and humble life of free people left him without looking back. According to the terms of the immigration application, he had already sold his ancestral property to the lord, and the payment for the goods was given priority to offset the debts. a pistol.

He had no choice but to hold on to his self-esteem, led his wife and children, and used 80% of the family's property to buy four tickets to the New World. After wandering on the sea for more than a month, he set foot on this land. A strange land of a new continent full of horror legends.

On January 2, 1786, Mr. Burlon clearly remembers the day he arrived in Miami.

At that time, the anxiety and uneasiness, prosperity and desolation, enthusiasm and indifference, it was the ubiquitous care of the Drake Chamber of Commerce that warmed his heart.

In his opinion, the actions of this strange British Chamber of Commerce are like those saints described in the Bible, completely subverting the image of rich people in Mr. Boclon's heart.

Mr. Boclone could not understand.

Apart from dedicating himself to spreading the gospel of God, he couldn't figure out any reason why businessmen would give up their pursuit of profit and give them land, food, money...all these worthless things without asking for anything in return. Pioneers.

But a good life did come. The Baclon family owned a land that was wider and more fertile than their ancestral property, and they came to a village that was more equal and gentle than their hometown.

The legendary rich man who bought the land did not move into the village before the first village meeting. The meeting was unbelievably smooth, a village agreement beneficial to the poor was passed, and a committee composed entirely of poor people was established. Finally, Mr. Tuca, who is well-known and popular, was elected as the chairman of the committee with a high number of votes, and as the chairman, he became the first elected village manager.

Afterwards, Tai Chi did not come.

Mr. Boclone never thought that the group of Indians he met in Mailang Township would declare war on Miami as an enemy, let alone that this war would come so soon!

On January 18, the villagers in the Elk Woodland were still immersed in the victory of the great village meeting. Mr. Boclon went out with a big bag of baked potatoes without oil and salt, and was going to follow Mr. Tuka’s advice to go to the Estuary District Find a part-time job at the employment agency, and try my best to feed and clothe my family before the potatoes ripen in summer.

A glamorous knight appeared in the morning sun. He shouted the mobilization order and rushed into the village office. After a while, Mr. Tuka ran out with a horrified expression and rang the tightly assembled copper bells .

Only then did Mr. Boclon know that the Indians, who were rumored to have maintained good relations with Miami and Spain, had suddenly declared war.

AwqaAnka (AwqaAnka Black Feather), MayuInki (Heyuan) and Qullqi (Qullqi Silver-bellied Pheasant) formed a war alliance. More than 10,000 people carried muskets and led horses to the battlefield one after another. assemble.

The Miami City Hall immediately issued a general mobilization order, and the garrison assembled to the battlefield on Miami Beach. The City Hall asked the citizens to unite and contribute their labor to guard the town.

Mr. Boclone's brain was hot again.

By the time he realized it, he had already signed his name on the mobilization order, and he had become the first warrior in the whole village to sign up.

after... and after...

The sun is so strong today... Mr. Burlon wiped his sweat wearily, Today is the eighth day, if we persist for two more days, the second batch of workers will be able to change their posts... In other words, there will be Change of guard?

He stopped the trolley, carried the heavy sandbags off the cart like a walking dead, and piled the sandbags to the designated location under the command of the sergeant.

He is building a defense line made entirely of sandbags, about 3 meters high and 5 meters wide, with a reserved firing port every 1 meter, and a cannon port every 50 meters.

There is also a long half-meter-deep and 2-meter-wide trench on the back of the sandbag. Soldiers run in the trench. As long as they straighten their waists, they can stick their guns out of the nozzle and pull the trigger toward the 30-degree narrow front to kill the enemy.

There are two more lines of defense like this in the field of vision, both of which are arc-shaped, and the length of each line is about one or two kilometers.

They constitute Miami's main defense line, overlapping like fish scales on the river beach, and are 500 meters apart in an approximately parallel manner.

The non-commissioned officer who presided over the construction said that in this way, the artillery of the second and third lines of defense can easily cover the plains before the first line of defense, forming the largest firepower density.

But Mr. Boclon didn't understand that the width of Miami was far more than one kilometer. Why did Mr. Dipuyani, the commander of the garrison and the mayor of Miami Town, think that the Indians would definitely smash their heads in front of this line of defense? Stream instead of detours from other places like... elk woodlands.

The three of Raul, mother and son are still waiting for their news in the elk forest. If the Indians really attacked the village... the consequences, Mr. Boclon did not dare to imagine.

God bless us, he prayed softly. God... Mr. Tuca?

Not far away, a strong figure pushing a trolley stopped, turning his head unexpectedly.

Boclone, so you were assigned to the second line of defense?

Well, I've been on this line, but Mr. Tuka...

The construction of the first line of defense is over. Our entire team was transferred to the second line of defense last night. The Master Chief asked us to finish building the second line of defense before those savages attacked.

No wonder... I feel that there are a lot of people on the sidewalk today.

Mr. Boclone trusted the reliable Mr. Tuca very much, and he couldn't help feeling worried when he saw him.

Mr. Tuka, we have been doing fortifications here, if...if the Indians go north...

North? Tuka thought a lot, Are you afraid of those barbarians attacking from the elk forest?

Well...Raul, Sofia, and my wife...

Don't worry. Tuka slapped Mr. Boclon on the shoulder heavily, President Lorraine of the Drake Chamber of Commerce and Mayor Dipuyani, the commander of the garrison, are both excellent soldiers. I heard from the Master Chief that this battlefield is a The result of their joint discussion, whether those savages are willing or not, must...

beep! ! ! ! ! !

beep! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

The sharp and short whistle suddenly interrupted Mr. Tuka's speech, and a warning signal came from the watch tower not far away: Enemy attack! The Achaka Department launched an attack on the defense line! Standing up to meet the enemy! The laborers gave up their work, Withdraw to the third line of defense immediately!

Hurry up!

Retreat! The laborers follow me and retreat, don't get in the way!

Stand in place! Free fire!

All guns are ready! The distance of the third line of defense is 1300, straight ahead, three bursts of explosive bombs!

put!!!

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