Chapter 272

A noisy night.

Tonight is the second night of berthing in Qianwan. According to the rotation sequence, it should be Katrina's duty, assisted by Haina and Noah.

But Lorraine's heart has been difficult to settle.

Since he was also restless in the hotel, he simply took Karen back to the boat at night and forced the confused three women to return to the hotel for rest.

reason?

There's no reason. Jin Gui's captain just can't get used to the "poor man's chicken" at dinner.

The three women were quickly replaced from the ship. Lorraine and Karen took over the ship defense again and began a boring and slow duty on the deck for the second time.

After adjusting his defense, Karen found Lorraine with two cups and a small bucket of rum.

"Captain, are you interested?"

Lorraine nodded indifferently and continued to fill in his navigation records.

[the undercurrent surged in Boston, the son of freedom established by capitalists, the pioneer established by maritime merchants, the saints established by religious groups, and the Continental Army...]

[four forces on land and two forces at sea. There are covetous British outside, and there are slaves hiding their heads and tails in the city.]

[but even in such a state of internal and external enemies, the army in the city still doesn't show a taste of harmony. It's like everyone's own calculation. At the critical moment, it's a plate of scattered sand.]

[if the British knew that the Boston people were now this virtue, they would attack with joy?]

[do you want to backhand to cut a bonus for the second formation?]

[it's about to start a war with the so-called pirate king. Of course, the more friends on the sea, the better...]

At this point, Lorraine stopped writing, picked up Karen's prepared rum and took a sip.

"Captain, how does Boston's local Blanc feel?"

"It's not comparable to the brewing in the Caribbean," Lorraine said frankly. "At the same cost, I won't send them to Europe."

"But they seem to cost more."

"Alcohol tax. After Britain's independence, the alcohol tax levied by the United States became Bengali, and their production cost was originally higher than that of the Caribbean origin, because there was no sugar cane here, and the finished syrup had to be imported from the Caribbean."

Karen shrugged uninteresting. "Captain, why do I think you don't like it here?"

Lorraine was stunned: "do you feel it?"

"Very strong."

Lorraine frowned and thought for a long time: "I don't like it, but everything here is covered with fog, which makes me feel a sense of crisis that will hit the reef at any time."

"Hit the reef?"

This is a very serious statement.

No sailor wants to encounter a reef, because hitting a reef at sea will hurt the ship, the consequences are more serious than people, and in serious cases, it will endanger the lives of the whole ship.

Ke ethics naturally became nervous: "Captain, open reef or hidden reef?"

"It's a more troublesome situation. I don't know whether the reef exists or what it really looks like."

"Damn..."

Boom!

The sudden gunshot pierced the night sky. The style was so familiar that it was the same as what Lorraine heard on the Jefferson ship during the day.

Lorraine stood up and took two steps. The cabin was pushed away by the sailor on duty.

"Captain! I don't know when hundreds of people gathered under the ship, all slaves with guns, blacks and Indians! They suddenly shot at us and someone was injured!"

"Blacks... And Indians..."

Lorraine couldn't figure out how hundreds of murderers with guns could surround the Jackdaw imperceptibly, but now is obviously not the time to investigate.

"Karen, you're in charge of the bow and starboard, and I'm in charge of the port. Order the sailors to fight back. Anyone who looks threatening can be shot. I can afford it!"

"Yes!"

……

The gunfire sounded like peas in the night of Qianwan.

Lorraine and Karen pushed the door out. There were four or five sailors lying on the deck, bleeding and wailing loudly.

More sailors began to fight back.

Lorraine equipped the whole ship with long and short firearms. When on duty at night, he required to wear guns to load. This requirement played a role at the critical moment, which made the Jackdaw pass through the first round of backhand, which was most prone to panic. Relying on the condescending and intensive discharge of guns, she reluctantly formed a shooting situation with the attackers.

Lorraine strode to the port side of the plank road, raised his hand and took over charlville, which was filled by a sailor. He shot at the Figure shaking more than 20 meters away.

Boom!

The figure screamed and fell into the water, and more people dodged from his position and charged at the narrow plank road.

"How many of our people have arrived!"

"Twenty on the port side, six on the bow, thirty-two on the starboard side, two dead and seven seriously injured!"

Lorraine looked down to avoid a gunshot, and there was a dull sound of lead bullets and broken wood in her ear.

"Opposite?"

"At least one hundred forty-five, and all have guns!"

"We also have guns!" Lorraine clenched her teeth and looked blue. "Arrange ten people to move chalville. Move more, so that the shooting can be accurate, and another person can load bullets! Even if we don't use goods, we can guarantee six hands!"

"Yes!"

The sailor cat around rushed into the restaurant where the gun was stored. Lorraine raised his body and put down another attacker, but saw more people rush up the plank road and kill them endlessly.

"Are the planks stowed?" he asked loudly.

The sailor on the side turned pale: "sorry, I'll immediately..."

"Wait!" Lorraine suddenly woke up. "Don't take the board! Let Karen bring most people to the port side. Only seven or eight people are left on the starboard and bow to shoot and kill the enemies swimming and climbing the ship!"

Guns came and went, and the fierce battle became more and more intense.

The attackers attacked on the plank road, dense bullets hit the ship's side, and sawdust flew sideways.

Karen took more than 20 people to join the port defense and climbed to Lorraine as soon as they were in place.

"Captain, do you want to put them up and fight?"

"Why do you have to put it up?" Lorraine grinned cruelly. "This is the pier. The people's army in Boston will arrive soon. If they want to gain something, they must attack quickly. If they want to attack quickly, the only way is to board the ship through the plank road."

"The plank road is only four or five meters wide. Hundreds of people are crowded here. Isn't it the best target for platoon?"

As if in response to his words, the sailors carrying guns ran out of the restaurant one by one with large bundles of guns.

One was hit by stray bullets on the road, fell down with a scream, and scattered long guns slid to Lorraine's feet.

Lorraine raised his foot and stepped on the gun: "each person who shoots well is assigned three or more, and the worse is to squat down and load ammunition. Karen, you command the gun array. As long as you press them on the plank road, you can kill as many as you can!"

"Yes!"

The Jackdaw's counterattack began.

A platoon of nearly 30 guns knocked down four or five enemies like wheat in each round of shooting.

The opponent's counterattack is getting weaker and weaker under the momentum of this row of mountains. Scattered counterattacks are rare to hit. Even if they hit, the sailors' scream is suppressed by Karen's rhythmic order, which doesn't sound harsh anymore.

"Platoon ready! Get up! Let go!"

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"Squat! Change the gun! Platoon ready..."

After only six or seven rounds, several sporadic gunshots suddenly sounded on the starboard side.

The attackers seemed to want to disperse the fire on the deck by swimming, but they were soon beaten back by the people guarding there.

The last hope was lost, and the enemy, who had no way to attack, began to retreat in disorder.

Lorraine gave the order to pursue, and three planks boarded the plank road. Under Lorraine's personal leadership, the sailors stepped out of the ship with neat and firm steps and quickly formed a wider and denser row of guns.

"Raise your gun! Aim! Shoot!"

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"Change the gun! Move forward! Raise the gun..."

Mechanical password, mechanical action, mechanical killing.

Lorraine stood in the thickest center of the crowd, listening to Karen's orders and watching his sailors advance in a row to suppress the wide front of the wharf.

The opponent has been defeated and victory is close at hand!

However, at the stern of the jackdaw, no one noticed that several ghosts were floating from the bow behind the Jackdaw

Ryan and Harry, wearing pure black overalls, quietly pushed open the door of the bow gun of the ship.

The gun door was not big, only about fifty or sixty centimeters long and wide. It could barely cross a thin adult man obliquely.

From here across the sea, a few meters away is the empty stern balcony and guardrail of the Jackdaw. Even if Yingye screamed on the deck and the killing sound on the plank road shook the sky, there was no defense here.

Ryan waved and let the hook and rope be thrown.

"Oh, lieutenant, are you sure there are less than 70 people on the smuggling ship?"

Harry fixed the hook and rope to the pillar without expression.

"One third of the rotation, the tongue I grabbed told me so, all three."

"One third of 200 people... 66. Tut Tut, listen to the row of guns and the density. I thought there were hundreds of people shooting."

"So you'd better reduce your nonsense, or when the slave mob dies, it's your turn to get on the ship illegally."

Ryan spread out his hand and looked helpless: "I haven't lived enough. So it's just a small task of drilling into the cabin. Please don't expect too much."