At this time, Captain Gordon was already delusional, and what was even more terrifying was that this feeling was likely to become real.

He never imagined that in the 18th century, he would be surrounded and suppressed by an army beyond modern technology. He only had two pistols in his hands. In order to reduce weight when climbing the waterfall, he even put a machete on it. On the other hand, with the help of two hidden swords, how on earth can they escape from here?

If he can go out, he must persuade Burton to leave here quickly. The gold here is not so easy to obtain, and it is very likely that the entire army will be wiped out.

Those Spaniards, if they are willing to die, just come.

The soldiers cast in gold are a group of monsters, they will not feel hungry, they will not feel tired, and they will never be exhausted. The moment they stop, the red light can provide a steady stream of energy.

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Gordon disappeared for three full days, and Gore in the camp was also in a coma for three full days. During this period, Gore always woke up several times intermittently and said some vague sentences.

"Waterfall...Golden Country...Golden Soldier..."

Every time Gore woke up, Burton visited in person, but it was clear that he had not received enough valid information.

And Mickey, who also waited under the waterfall for three days, felt even more heavy when waiting for nothing every day.

"You can't do anything, Captain!"

After three days of fermentation, the statement that Captain Gordon was dead began to prevail among sailors, and it has been decided that if Gordon does not come back, Allen will be elected as the new captain and complete the contract with Commodore Burton, until you get the gold.

This of course made Mitch even more annoyed, but he had to admit that as long as Gordon came back, then all these could be solved easily, and he did not dare to imagine the speculation that the captain was dead.

Everything in the British camp was watched by Wilson, and people went to the waterfall to garrison every day, which took a large part of the people away.

At night, when the fire was dim, it was clear that they were running out of fuel.

And on this day, their reinforcements arrived.

A major arrived with a hundred and fifty Spanish soldiers, bringing them much-needed supplies, gunpowder, food, and bullets.

"captain!"

The second mate of the Dreadful Welt arrived with twenty pirates.

Almost all of the twenty pirates were injured, even wearing bandages, and there was a bloodstain on the bridge of the nose of the second pair of Capas, which was not scabbed.

"It seems that this journey is not going well, what happened?"

With the supplies of supplies, Wilson drank an unprecedented cup of chocolate. After living in the jungle for so long, he felt that he was about to become a primitive man. Chocolate could make him feel the breath of civilization.

"Actually, at the mouth of the estuary, we had a fight with the British, forty of us died, the Terror Wee was nearly crippled, and Mr. Brinker was taking men to repair the ship."

When Wilson heard the news, his movements stopped a bit, and the loss was indeed too great, but he didn't blame his second officer, after all, he was actually carrying out his orders.

"Did you encounter those British people when you came here?" Wilson chose to ask his most concerned question first.

"No, Captain, we did not encounter any Englishmen."

"Oh? That's interesting."

Wilson squinted, trying to figure out if there was any conspiracy involved.

"Mr. Wilson, Colonel, please come and discuss."

A soldier came up the hill and called out to Wilson.

"I see." The latter just nodded and understood what Fidel wanted to discuss. After all, this was indeed a golden opportunity.

He took Karpas, a fierce pirate, towards the central camp.

"Colonel, are you looking for me?"

Wilson sat down on a simple chair and looked at Fidel, who was already planning something with his adjutant.

"You've come just in time, Wilson, and I've decided to launch an attack on the British in the early hours of tomorrow morning."

On the table, there is a carefully crafted map. These days, they have touched the British camp completely, where are the sentries, when to switch defenses, and whether there are any traps.

"Colonel, I think the location of the British support force is unknown, this is not a good choice, we should be cautious..."

"Stop your remarks, Captain Wilson, I have sent people to inquire, at least within ten kilometers, there is no trace of those British people at all. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

The colonel interrupted him rudely, he already had a complete disgust for the pirate captain in front of him.

On the plus side, this is a prudent and good character, but on the other hand, this is just a pirate, with a local ruffian, living in the cracks of the navy, and has long lost his keen sense of smell to capture fighter planes.

"Whether the British are intrigued or not, by eating these vanguards, we will be able to form a considerable advantage. The war has begun, captain, from the exchange of fire from the estuary, from the British infiltrating our camp, we cannot put the The initiative is in the hands of the enemy."

Wilson looked at the colonel in front of him, the will to fight was determined, the soldiers kept running, wiping their scimitars and spears, this battle was inevitable.

"I reserve my opinion, Colonel. Do I need to do anything for tomorrow's attack?"

He is no longer blocking, because at this time, they must unite all forces, and wrangling is not good for fighting.

"I need your men to deal with those Sentinels, and I know it won't be difficult for your men."

Fidel's eyes were playful, even threatening.

There are probably less than forty sailors in the camp of the Terror Wee, and more than half of them are injured. Letting them attack as the vanguard is simply courting death!

"I don't think my troops are up to the task."

Wilson has been able to see through the colonel's intentions, and even has a terrible guess that the person in front of him may try to consume his own strength, and finally monopolize the El Dorado and kick him away.

"Your people must be competent, Captain UU Reading www.uukanshu.com, now we are drawing up wartime plans, and you have no right to refuse."

The grumpy pirate Karpas directly took out his musket and pointed it at Fidel's head.

"Damn guy, you are killing us! Rather than dying on the road to pave the way for your victory, it is better to kill you directly."

But Fidel sneered at the corner of his mouth, looking at this stupid pirate. There are 200 soldiers of his own in this camp. Even if he kills himself, then these pirates will be strangled in an instant, and the El Dorado will become a bubble. This is Wilson absolutely intolerable.

"Kappas! Put down the gun!"

Wilson shouted angrily, staring dangerously at his men.

"Captain...I..."

boom!

A crisp gunshot sounded, and blood splashed Wilson's face.

(End of this chapter)