"The distance is 800, the elevation angle is adjusted to 1.5, the three shots are fast, let go!"

boom! Boom boom boom boom!

After all the calls, the British offensive finally began.

Spencer led his infantry lined up outside the Spaniard's defenseless north wall, with a solid shell attacking the thick logs from a very close range of about 250 meters (800 feet).

The Spaniards in the city were busy extinguishing fires and rescuing the injured and trapped in the disaster. The shelling sounded without warning, and 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 rain forest, What should they do?

Some clever people proposed to respond in a conventional manner, and notify the commander to arm the militia, notify the Watergate to send troops to meet the enemy, and notify the San Carlos to cope from the lake.

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

The problem is that the current situation is somewhat irregular.

First of all, the only army in the fort that maintains daily combat readiness, the Grenadier Grenadier stationed in the Watergate Tower was attacked tonight. The serious injury of the soldiers may be discussed later, but their commander, Oviere, was stabbed to death, and the two company commanders under his command were equally killed and injured.

Who will command the elite group of arrogant soldiers? At this critical moment of panic in the city, who can command the elite soldiers?

The second situation is sailors.

A few days ago, the Lakeside Port Authority was the first to be attacked, and the remaining two were standing idly by.

Although Major Mara is alive and well, it has long been known that he refused to perform his duties under his command. How can he convince him to abandon the safe water evacuation channel at the moment and smash the enemy outside the wall in order to go to 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 have their homes in San Carlos must be reliable.

However, the civilian army is a battle-armed bunker where arms are kept at their feet in peacetime. When the Watergate was attacked, their beloved Commander Torrecias also went to the bunker.

Then, the bunker was blown up...

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

The entire auditorium has collapsed seriously. It takes about a week to open a simple passage from the rubble, and to rescue those arms that may have escaped and the commander who does not know their life or death, even the most optimistic estimate. More than three weeks.

For three full weeks, if the wind direction is good enough, the British people outside the city may now be able to see the walls of Madrid!

Despair enveloped the fortress.

Seven companies and one frigate were powerful armed forces. When the foreign enemy invaded, they couldn't even send out a single soldier. They could only watch the British use small-caliber cannons from within reach. Bombard their walls.

The log wall is crumbling.

With the idea of ​​using dead horses as live horse doctors, the militia company commanders who gathered together quickly nominated representatives and asked the Port Authority and Watergate for help at the same time as quickly as possible.

Watergate quickly gave a kind response.

Fortunately, the company commander who escaped from Blackbeard's knife used the shortest time to gather 142 grenadiers with minor injuries and dragged his physical wounds and mental exhaustion to the north wall to establish a defense line.

Mara also lived up to expectations.

The militia representatives did not 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 they could carry.

However…

Mara dumbly looked at the empty berth in front of him, and kicked the captain who had entrusted him with the important task to the ground.

"You said that more than a dozen bandits attacked my ship when the civilian military camp exploded, and it only took you less than ten minutes to defeat you, so in front of you, they drove away in my ship. ?"

"Yes Yes!"

"Why not report it now!"

The captain of the sailor was crying: "We only survived four people, each with injuries. This... Anyway, San Carlos doesn't have a gunboat that can be pursued, so we just want to..."

"You think, anyway, you can't catch up. Why don't you treat the wound first, and then report when the injury stabilizes?"

"Yes Yes…"

"Now, are your injuries stabilized?"

"Generally..."

"Go to the North Wall to resist the British."

The sailor was stunned for a moment: "Sorry, Captain..."

"The British are attacking the North Wall. The militia’s arsenal was blown up, and the grenadiers suffered heavy losses. Without our help, they could not stop the British." Mara took a deep breath, "I give Your chance to clear the stigma. Take 30 people to the North Wall. The grenadiers should be there and report to their commander."

The sailor's face was instantly pale, and he shook a few times, struggling to salute: "Yes, sir."

The momentary private anger was vented, but Ke Mara's retreat still had no place.

He was actually a little confused about the current situation.

The explosion of the civilian barracks should have been done by Frey in accordance with his orders. There was no problem. The time and place were all right, but the scale of the explosion seemed to be a little bit bigger than his request.

The group who attacked the Watergate Tower should have been the same group of people who attacked him a few days ago. Judging from time, it is likely that they were also the ones who snatched the San Carlos.

In addition, a large group of British with live ammunition suddenly appeared outside the city...

Mara had a vague guess that the group of people who attacked him was probably not the conspiracy of Torresias, as previously thought. If not, they were probably the assassins arranged by the British.

Oviedo is dead, Torrecias seems to be buried in the bunker, life and death can be treated as death.

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

Assassination, assassination, blasting, siege...

The guess in Mara's heart suddenly turned into Mingwu. He suddenly wanted to understand that it was impossible for Frey to blow up the bunker. The most likely thing was the British!

There are British people everywhere in San Carlos!

After figuring out the crux of the matter, a sense of fear immediately grabbed Marla's heart from all directions.

The shadow of a cup, a bow and a snake, the grass and trees are all soldiers!

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

Where is the assassin hiding?

Under the cover of the cronies and sailors, Mara retreated to the end of the trestle road deepest into the lake, UU reading www.uukanshu.com originally docked at the berth of the San Carlos.

The ship is long gone!

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

He suddenly heard someone calling his name on the lake.

"Major! Major! Major Mara..."

That voice... Ruhr de Sebylian?

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

How to deal with it?

Mara's head turned quickly, and in the blink of an eye he changed into an affectionate and surprised expression.

"God, dear Ruhr! Come here, I need you!"

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