"Being a pirate on a heavy birthday (!

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

The moist wind blowing from the direction of the sea wrapped the horns of the Europeans and the singing of the Indians, shredded them, and spread them quietly and quietly across the vast green and yellow grasslands.

The atmosphere of war is becoming stronger and stronger.

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

That's right, the hard way.

The footpath was temporarily paved with gravel and sandbags. It was neither wide nor flat enough. Mr. Bokron had to walk four back and forth on such a 1.3-kilometer broken road every day. After three days, he felt overdrawn.

The arms are sore and swollen, the legs and feet are filled with lead, the soles and palms of the feet are covered with layers of blisters, the old one has been broken, and the new one is also filled with translucent tissue fluid. The skin and flesh are squeezed and pushed in the bumps and moved. They are as uncomfortable as needle sticks.

Why is my life so unlucky...

Mr. Bokron tastes the tingling, and asks himself silently.

His life really has nothing to look back on.

The Spanish economy was already at dusk when it was born. Britain, France, the Netherlands... these hegemons, much younger than Spain, squeezed the interests of the Spanish colonial empire worldwide, but they did not feel it at all at home.

This situation is both ridiculous and shameful.

Because if the brave is late and gets caught in a wolf kiss, at least he can feel pain and despair when the pack of wolves bites his limbs, and he can still struggle for survival under the stimulation, no matter whether the struggle is useful or not.

But if the brave is paralyzed, those limbs and torso that once symbolized his strength become completely superfluous things. If one is more or one is missing, the mind will only accept it numbly, and will not produce any real feeling.

Spain is such a warrior suffering from high paraplegia.

When he was young, Mr. Bokron often heard such things as "Which colony was lost", "Which war was lost", "It was obviously a battle between Britain and France, but Spain lost the most". Rumor has it, but even in the most passionate adolescence, he rarely throbs.

The life of free people is too difficult. After a year of hard work, they cannot make ends meet. Their ancestral wealth is declining, and the accumulated debts are getting higher and higher.

The loss of the empire is only the loss of the rich and the nobles, it is impossible and never has anything to do with these humble people.

The numb childhood was followed by the numb boy, and then the numb youth. When Mr. Bergon recovered, he had inherited the ruined family business and had a pair of sensible children with his wife.

He certainly hopes that he can become a good man who can make his children proud and his wife can trust.

However, the reality is just like that. The income from the field is deteriorating. By the time his generation is only enough to repay the annual debt interest, what kind of pride, what responsibility, just guaranteeing two shabby meals every day exhausted their efforts.

His beating heart quickly became numb again, day by day, month after month, suddenly dreaming back, Raul has grown into a ten-year-old reliable boy.

The turnaround can be said to be sudden.

Without warning, a promulgator came to the town to mobilize, portraying Miami as rich and fertile as a paradise. Mr. Bokron happened to be whipped that day to drank his sorrows and signed the immigration application as soon as his brain was hot, and waited to wake up. , Everything has long been carved into a boat.

It's already irreparable.

The peaceful and humble free life left him without looking back. According to the terms of the immigration application, he had sold his ancestral property to the lord, and the payment for the goods was given priority to offset the debt. The real hand was less than ten. Pistor.

He had nowhere to go. He could only support his self-esteem, lead his wife and children, and used 80% of his family’s property to buy four tickets to the New World. After wandering at sea for more than a month, he set foot on this area Unfamiliar, new land full of horror legends.

On January 2, 1786, Mr. Bokron clearly remembered the day he arrived in Miami.

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

In his opinion, this strange British Chamber of Commerce behaved like the saints described in the Bible, completely subverting the image of the "rich man" in Mr. Brown's heart.

Mr. Bokron couldn't figure it out.

In addition to dedicating to spreading the gospel of God, he wondered what reason could enable businessmen to abandon the pursuit of profit and give them land, food, money... everything without asking for anything in return. Open up people.

But a good life did come. The Birkelon family owned a wider and more fertile land than their ancestral properties, and came to a village that was more equal and gentler than their hometown.

The rich man who bought the land in the legend did not move into the village before the first village meeting. The meeting went so incredibly smoothly. The village agreement that was beneficial to the poor was passed, and a committee composed entirely of the poor was established. Now, the well-respected Mr. Tuka was elected as the chairman of the committee with high votes, and became the first elected village manager as the chairman.

After that, Tai Chi did not come.

Mr. Bokron never thought that the group of Indians he encountered in Mailang Township would declare war on Miami as enemies, and never thought that this war would come so quickly!

On January 18th, the villagers in Elk Woodland were still immersed in the victory of the great village meeting. Mr. Burkron carried a large bag of roasted potatoes without oil and salt, and prepared to follow Mr. Tuka’s suggestion to go to the Hekou District. The job agency of my company is looking for a part-time job, and before the potatoes are ripe in the summer, I try my best to provide food and clothing for my family.

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

It was only then that Mr. Bokron knew that the Indians, who were said to have maintained good relations with Miami and Spain, suddenly declared war.

Achaka (AwqaAnka black feather), MayuInki (MayuInki River Park) and Qullqi (Qullqi silver-bellied golden pheasant) formed a war alliance. More than 10,000 people carried muskets and led the horses to the battlefield. Assembly.

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

Mr. Birkron's brain is hot again.

When he reacted, he had already signed the name on the mobilization order and became the first "warrior" in the village to sign up.

After...and after...

"The sun is so strong today..." Mr. Bokron wiped his sweat exhaustedly, "Today is the eighth day. If you insist on another two days, the second batch of workers will be able to change jobs... In other words, there will be Change of guard, right?"

He stopped the cart and carried the heavy sandbags from the cart like a walking dead. Under the command of the sergeant, he piled the sandbags to the designated position.

He is building a line of defense entirely made up of sandbags, about 3 meters high and 5 meters wide, with a reserved shot opening every 1 meter, and a muzzle every 50 meters.

On the back of the sandbag, there is a long trench with a depth of half a meter and a width of 2 meters. Soldiers run in the trench. As long as they stand up, they can extend the gun out of the shooting port and pull the trigger toward the narrow front of 30 degrees to kill the enemy.

Within the field of vision, there are two lines of defense like this, all of which are arc-shaped, and each of them is about one or two kilometers in length.

They constitute the main line of defense in Miami, overlapping on the beach like fish scales, and approximately 500 meters apart from each other in an approximately parallel manner.

According to the non-commissioned officer in charge of the construction, this allows the artillery of the second and third lines of defense to easily cover the plain before the first line of defense, forming the greatest firepower density.

But Mr. Boclon did not understand that the width of Miami could be far more than one kilometer. Why did the commander of the garrison, the mayor of Miami Town, Mr. Di Pujani, think that the Indians will be smashed in front of this line of defense. Flow instead of detouring from other places, such as... Elk Woodland.

Raul, mother and son, are still waiting for news from themselves in the Elk Grove. If the Indians really attacked the village... the consequences, Mr. Bokron would not even dare to imagine.

"God bless us." He prayed softly, "God... Mr. Tuka?"

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

"Beckon, 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 sergeant asked us to build the second line of defense before the savages attacked."

"No wonder... I think there are so many people on the sidewalk today."

Mr. Bokron trusts the reliable Mr. Tuka very much, and can't help but worry in his heart when he sees him.

"Mr. Tuka, we have been working here, if... if the Indians go to the north..."

"Northern?" Turka thought a lot. "Are you afraid of those savages attacking from the Elk Grove?"

"Um... Raul, Sophia, and my wife..."

"Don't worry." Tuka slapped Mr. Bokron on the shoulder again. "President Lorraine of the Drake Chamber of Commerce and Mayor Dipujani, the garrison commander, are both excellent soldiers. I heard the Chief Sergeant say that this battlefield is The result of their joint discussion, whether the savages like it or not, must be..."

Beep! ! ! ! ! !

Beep! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

The sharp and short whistle suddenly interrupted Mr. Tuka's speech~lightnovelpub.net~ A warning message came from the guard tower not far away: "Enemy attack! Achaka's Department attacked the defense line! Defend against the enemy! The workers gave up their jobs and immediately withdrew to the third line of defense!"

"Hurry up!"

"Retreat! The workers follow me back, don't get in the way in front!"

"Defensive in place! Free shooting!"

"Full artillery preparation! The third line of defense marks a distance of 1300, straight ahead, three rounds of blooming bullets!"

"put!!!"

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