Reborn As a Pirate

v2 Chapter 177: The original wish of the scum

"Eighteen forts are scattered on both sides of the bay, and five of them are above our maximum elevation angle, and there is no way to fight back from the sea."

In the captain's room of the Badger, Nelson and Collingwood squeezed side by side on a small wooden bed, listening to Lorraine's report on freshly released dock information.

   Lorraine poked the sketch drawn temporarily in front of him.

"Family Glory stayed in the harbor for four hours, I randomly explored three forts. Here, here and here, I saw two guns, 18-pound and 12-pound old land guns, none of them capable of firing grenades. This is probably the only good news."

   Collingwood touched a muffin: "Drake, you mean...the turrets here can't fire grenades?"

   "It can only be said that this is a kind of speculation with a greater chance of winning."

   Nelson waved his hand anxiously: "A naval gun can't beat the turret, let alone fight back! As long as one of the five highland guns is a new type of grenade gun, we may all suffer a big loss..."

   "Then... give up Le Lorrain and go to Sainte-Marie or Bas Pant?"

These two are seaside towns similar to Le Lorraine. St. Mary’s is a commercial port with a large population and a prosperous economy. However, its sea area is not open. The reef beaches on both sides hinder the formation of the battle line and are not conducive to the use of the fleet. The firepower advantage of, has been ruled out of the first battle target early on.

   Baspante does not have a problem with the terrain, but it is too poor. A pure fishing port, even if it is bombed into slag, may not achieve the purpose of attracting snakes out of the cave.

   Nelson looked sad for a while.

   In this operation, the key to the maritime part is the victory or defeat with the French defense fleet.

   But the Halloween fleet is far inferior to its opponents in terms of hard power. If you want to win, you can't count on a dignified battle. The right time and place are indispensable, and the mobilization of opponents is the top priority.

   How can I mobilize the opponent?

  Fenghuo.

  The job of the defense fleet is to protect Martinique's trade security. Once the commercial port or commercial route is attacked, she must perform her duties and go out of the port to fight.

   That's why Nelson brought his fleet to Le Lorin. Taking advantage of the fact that the Halloween fleet is still unknown, the defense fleet was heartbroken with a full blow, and he had to dance with Nelson's baton.

   But who knows, there are turrets that can't be hit by naval guns...

   The risk suddenly outweighs the benefit. Are you really going to give up Le Lorraine, the most suitable bait?

   He tightened his lips, shaking his thigh very quickly.

   "Drake, if you take a hundred people ashore, are you sure to take down the five highland forts?"

   "Le Lorraine has a small population. I can guarantee to touch the three outer ones, but the two in the center of the town... need at least 200 people, plus two six-pounders."

   "With 200 people drawn out, the fleet cannot guarantee the attack density."

   "Then there is no way."

   "If I ordered it!"

   "I refuse. Mercenaries can refuse high-risk orders. If you insist, you can choose to let the major lead the team."

   "Cuthbert is not good at commanding the Marines."

   "It's a coincidence, I'm not good at fighting with my life." Lorraine blurted Nelson's face unceremoniously, "Besides, I just want to lead the snake out of the hole? If a vole is not suitable, it can be replaced by another."

   "For another... Is it Lucky Horseshoe?"

  ...

Lucky Horseshoe is a six-tier Brig-type frigate belonging to the French Atlantic Defense Fleet in Martinique. Captain Nessi Childene, 29 years old, unmarried, is handsome and versatile on the island and the entire Caribbean. The colonies are popular with high-class ladies.

   There are many romantic stories about him. The spies on the shore collected two large pieces of parchment in just four hours, spilt more than 20 pieces of information, and could not find an anecdote that had nothing to do with sex.

   In short, he is a great humanoid self-propelled gun, even Acharin, who has been abstinent for several days, would like to call it his rival...

   With the romantic reputation of France, Captain Zilderney, who eats on his face, has been in the defensive fleet for private use all the year round, driving the Lucky Horseshoe to chase famous ladies. This time is no exception.

  His target is the second daughter of Sir Prio, the speaker of the Le Lorraine region, the 16th year of Fang, the well-known Miss Emily.

This young lady only held the coming-of-age ceremony this spring and officially entered the upper class as a personal name. Martinique announced that the young lady would not choose marriage before the age of twenty. She yearned for sweet love.

   Then, there are more courting people than before...

   The strange thing is that although the number of courtships has increased, and there are also young talents from all walks of life, Miss Emily has hidden herself instead. She no longer hangs around at dance parties, and has less and less contact with courting crowds. For more than two months, no one has really been able to kiss Fangze, and even the hero who managed to get her out of the mansion is Fengmao Water chestnut.

This Miss Emily finally succeeded in attracting Captain Childeney, even if the Caribbean Sea was raging, even if the wind was raging in the Atlantic, he still drove his warship out of the naval port, chasing the flower vines all the way to Le Lorraine. The rose manor.

   This is information...

   Lorraine, Nelson, and Collingwood face each other, all with stroked expressions.

   "This...who collected this information?"

   Collingwood coughed awkwardly: "The one who cooperated with Drake in the execution of the land scout was my first officer, and his work was very meticulous..."

"Four hours, no, six hours!" Lorraine gritted his teeth. "Your chief mate only has six hours, and then he came up with this information! The major really thinks this motive report is detailed? This kind of scumbag. Can you really become a French navy officer?"

   "Probably...different national conditions?"

   "If it's France..." Lorraine was about to refute, when Acharin's suave smile suddenly appeared in his mind, and the words came to an end.

   Nelson looked at him strangely: "Drake, you also landed on the island, did you think of something?"

   "It's not that I remembered something..." Lorraine shook his head tiredly, "Forget it, go to my boat. This kind of professional intelligence analysis requires experts, and we can't do it."

   After a while, the three of them transferred to the Golden Deer in Lorraine, and patted the information on Acharin's forehead. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

   Yacharin was full of excitement: "Really!"

"what?"

"The intelligence is true. In the past few months in the Caribbean, I have heard of Nessi Zilderney's name more than once. He is an excellent person, like me, incurable. Romance believers!"

   In the decisive cry, Lorraine trembled when he heard a cracking sound coming from Nelson's chest.

   "Dream broken?" Lorraine gently stabbed Nelson in the arm.

Nelson trembled: "No, I just thought, if, as Mr. Desai said, Lucky Horseshoe came to pick flowers, wouldn't she not leave the dock for a long time? After all, Miss Emily …Sounds very difficult to approach."

Lorraine turned to look at Acharin, and Acharin shook his head firmly: "As long as you **** the girl Chuhong before Childney, and show off skillfully in front of him, he will definitely be like a red-eyed wild boar. Just rush out, wherever we want him to go, he will go wherever we want."

   "But doesn’t it take a long time to be in front of Childeney? Don’t forget, we only have twenty..."

   "Five days." Yacharin stretched out his five fingers arrogantly, "I only need five days, and it already includes a night of flower-picking."

   All the men in the room stared at Acharin with pilgrimage eyes, and during the worship, two soft whispers sounded.

   "Scum."

   "It really is a scum."