Reborn As a Pirate

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After nearly an hour, Blackbeard finally ended his meeting with Mara.

When the cabin door was pushed open, Lorraine smelled an indescribable smell of sweat, and then saw the unscathed Mara sitting on the ground dejectedly, with dull eyes and pale complexion.

Did you scare him? Lorraine asked angrily.

I just chatted with him about some past experiences, some executions, some begging. He seems to believe that you allow me to dispose of him arbitrarily, so he empathizes with him, and cooperates to talk about a lot of topics that I didn't expect. For example... Speaking of this, Black Beard paused coldly, Boy, you are actually British!

I've always been British.

But I thought you were a Spaniard, a naval officer, or the head of the guard hired by Marat!

Lorraine shrugged recklessly: This sounds more like your problem, Your Highness. Prudent people are used to knowing their goals before acting, and you are obviously not like this.

I believe in the fog shattered by power! Blackbeard took a deep breath, trying to calm down, But at least after we reach peace, you will have a lot of time to be honest with me about your identity instead of making me like Meeting Marla like a clown, and nearly ruining the conversation out of ignorance!

Is this a sign of weakness?

When I cut off your head, I swear, I will sincerely show weakness to it!

That's nothing to talk about. Lorraine stomped his feet and turned around, Your Highness, not all fog can be crushed with a sword, just like Mara is my prisoner, that Baron Torresias Mister...just happens to be my prisoner too.

...

The packed San Carlos set sail again towards the lakeside, only as a campaign, and her role has long since degenerated from being a helper to a dispensable icing on the cake.

This is also helpless.

The support to the land was delayed for more than two hours because of Blackbeard's attack. During this period, Major Spencer had already found a way to break open the shell of the bunker by himself, that is, to arrange those bunkers on the city wall and water bank. The heavy coastal defense gun originally belonged to the Spaniards.

These 12 to 18-pound artillery can already be counted as entry-level heavy firepower on land, because they have never considered the issue of carrying with the army.

Therefore, it is the cheapest iron casting, which has neither bottom rail nor cannon carriage, and it is bulky and clumsy in practical application.

Artillery such as conventional combat are useless, but in San Carlos right now, they have unexpectedly become a sharp weapon.

The British broke the city, and the Spaniards could only hold back the northern wall with limited forces.

These grenadiers from Grenada and the sailors abandoned by Mara were helpless in front of the line and light artillery commanded by Spencer, and were quickly suppressed into the bunker, relying on strong barriers to continue to resist. They completely ignored the militia outside the bunker.

The militiamen stationed at the forts were the most crucial hope for the Spaniards to turn defeat into victory, but no one gave them the correct order from the beginning to the end, until Spencer paid attention to the firepower of the forts, and only sent a company to disperse and sweep them. The gunpowder depot on the city wall was seized intact.

The situation of the battle has so far gone.

Spencer had the cannon, the gun, the powder and pellets to make the gun work, and the energy and morale in his command, while the Spaniard had nothing but vision.

In a sad vision, they watched as the British turned the battery around, and a dozen heavy cannons, emitting smoke, beat aimlessly on the top of the bunker like heavy hammers.

One click, another click...

The barracks built by the militiamen above the bunker were first razed to the ground, and the flames ignited the surrounding houses. The fleeing citizens flocked to the bunker, but Spencer didn't stop him, but found several entrances and exits of the bunker through the trajectory of the flow of people from a distance.

Immediately after 2:40 in the morning, the bombing points began to gather purposefully, and those half-covered artillery positions scattered around the barracks, with the officers' dormitories as cover, became the key targets of the bombardment.

At 3:25 in the morning, the San Carlos joined the ground offensive, putting more pressure on the Spaniards huddled in the bunker with more intensive artillery fire.

At 4:30 in the morning, the last half-covered emplacement collapsed.

At 5:15 in the morning, at sunrise, the Spaniards announced their surrender, the offensive and defensive battle of San Carlos ended, and San Carlos completed the final change of ownership in the smoke.

At dawn, the San Carlos re-berthed back to the boardwalk where it left the night before. Nelson, Lorraine, and Blackbeard disembarked together, and saw Spencer, who was tired and excited, on the rough and messy pier.

Sir, fortunately, the garrison of the Spanish Kingdom of San Carlos surrendered in formation. A total of 672 people were captured and 27 were wounded. Among them, the serious injuries required local doctors to speed up their treatment.

Thank you for your efforts, Major, our army fought a beautiful battle. Nelson complimented politely.

Spencer nodded heavily: Yes, a great victory depends on the courage of the soldiers. In this battle, our good guy braved the fierce artillery fire. Three warriors lost their lives and seven others were injured to varying degrees.

This is war, Major. The flames of war are ruthless, and as commanders, we must mourn and adapt...

The two sang and drank and set up a stage, and the black beard beside Lorraine twitched his eyebrows.

Boy, are British officers so shameless? Even I heard that you blew up the main arsenal of the Spaniards and wiped out their commanders...

Your Highness, the colonel and the major are discussing the official battle report. If the translation is more straightforward, the major will ask whether the army can be used as the main body of the report. The colonel replied that if the main body is used to report the merits, the casualties of the army are not large enough, and it needs to be properly prepared. expand a bit.

Blackbeard's eyes almost rolled into the sky: Then what are you fighting for?

Benefits, fame, favors... I can get a lot of things. Lorraine tilted his head and thought for a while, But because the official battle report will eventually be submitted to His Majesty, the value of mercenaries needs to be skillfully erased. Put it in the battle report submitted to the military. After all...all the glory belongs to my king.

...shameful politics!

After the conclusion came out, Lorraine continued to watch the play with peace of mind, but after watching it for a long time, Black Beard found him again.

Little... Drake, about my meeting with Torresias...

It seems that two hours ago, we just broke up because of this topic... Lorraine looked at Blackbeard depressedly, I thought you would be more patient, at least... you will pass the colonel...

Nelson, this cysticercus, of course I have looked for him! Blackbeard scolded angrily, but he said Marat was a condition for cooperation, and he has the position to persuade you to hand over your captives. But Torresias was not there beforehand. In the agreement, and the last time we met, Ma La must have exhausted too much...

Consumption?

That's what he said.

Lorraine is deeply impressed by Nelson's meanness.

But he had to suppress his laughter, and he had to calm down, seriously consider the feeding plan for Blackbeard, and ensure to the greatest extent that this reckless shark would not bite back when it bites the enemy.

He was silent for a while.

Your Highness, the Fountain of Youth...

Blackbeard's eyes suddenly burst into blood!

When the blood flashed, Lorraine happened to avert his eyes, and his light voice was full of complacency, as if he hadn't noticed the strangeness of Blackbeard at all.

Of course I know what you are looking for. After all, Torresias is my prisoner. Unlike you, I don't need anyone's permission to see him.

And I assure you, he has nothing left to give you. Everything he has is mine, and this is the ransom to buy his freedom.

Blackbeard clenched his teeth: Tell me, how much do you think the ransom should be?

Ransom is priceless, Your Highness, just like youth is priceless. Lorraine smiled and turned her head, Priceless things are not for sale, but are only given to true friends at the right time...

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