Chapter 273

About twenty or thirty minutes after the attack began.

Taking the end of the plank road as the bridgehead, the crew of the Jackdaw completely suppressed more than half of the lost opponent at the edge of the narrow embankment.

It's hard for them to escape again.

At this stage, under the influence of the platoon gun, they will be shot when they enter the water, and they will also be shot when they leave the cover and move towards a distance or embankment slope.

Waiting in place, hiding behind temporary cover and praying is not a good choice. Because the whistle of the people's army has come, it won't be long before it will be heavily surrounded.

The battle of hundreds of people at the wharf must be shocking news. Lorraine estimated the impact of this matter and suddenly thought of a lost problem.

"By the way, armed thugs of more than 100 and 200 people, how did you let them surround the Jackdaw?"

The sailor questioned by Lorraine looked bitter: "Captain, the wharf is full of dockers in all kinds of colors. They gather around in scattered places, and some have indeed moved goods to our ships around us, so there is nowhere to guard against."

"What about the guns? Do they keep them in the goods?"

"Some of them were in the cargo. We saw them open the cargo and take it out. Some... I don't know. They didn't get on board. When they got off those cargo ships, they suddenly had guns in their hands."

"There's a gun when you get off the cargo ship?"

Lorraine stared and suddenly remembered the previous sentence [indeed moved goods]

"Damn it! They may still have someone hiding in the cargo ship! Everyone give up suppression and return immediately..."

Boom!

Amazing roar!

The startling roar resounded through the middle and rear of the jackdaw, like the rolling thunder in the sky and the sound of the volcano.

The bright red flame tore the starboard side in an instant and rolled out. Thick plumes of smoke flew into the sky, mixed with broken ship materials, flying wooden boxes and bundles of firearms in the boxes.

Half of the poop flew up and rolled in mid air, smashing heavily on the open sea more than ten meters away, and the waves hit the fields like a tsunami.

The towering back mast twisted and fell down, dragging pieces of intertwined cables, pulled down the main mast, and hit the plank road together, just like the arm of a dead man.

Fire, burn.

Everyone, everyone on the dock, stared at the tragic scene hanging upside down that day.

Whether it's the attackers, the victims, the sailors and dockers who took refuge in the disaster, or the Boston militia who came to support.

Lorraine blushed like a drop of blood.

"Is it for this fireworks to use hundreds of lives as bait? It's really... A beautiful tactic."

"Karen, take 20 people back to the ship. If you can save it, you can save it. If you can't save it... Abandon the ship and rob people. Everything else can be salvaged later."

"As for the rest..." Lorraine clenched her teeth and pulled out the machete from her waist bit by bit. "We have paid the bill, and the next time is to enjoy the service... Gentlemen, kill all, one, don't stay!"

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It's dawn

Greasy blood flowed on the wharf of Qianwan Bay. The soldiers of the people's army resisted vomiting and collected scattered human remains.

Last night, this was hell.

The small 100 meter seawall has become an exclusive killing ground.

The smuggler named Edward KENWAY turned into a devil because of his love for the ship. With the support and cover of a whole firearm team, he personally killed more than 30 people.

The soldiers of the people's army had never imagined that just revenge could be so evil.

First, the kill order.

After the Jackdaw exploded, the sailors on the plank road killed the attackers scattered on the small seawall.

The shooters locked all the piles covered by people in groups. Those who wanted to raise their guns were shot and those who wanted to escape were shot. Only those who bravely rushed out of the cover or hid in the bunker timidly could be forgiven.

Waiting for them are the two terrible Arab machetes. Lorraine prowled alone on the embankment like a beast, raised his knife to the warrior or coward, and then cut it down!

The scarlet plasma soaked his clothes again and again, and flowed all over the land of the seawall with his steps.

When he was finished, there was no breathing for the living, and the sailors on rotation arrived under the leadership of the sailors.

New anger needs to be vented, not to mention the more powerful power in the devil's hand.

Another round of more massive killings began.

On the grounds that the mob needed to eliminate the risk of hiding, Lorraine overbearing conducted a forced search of more than 30 ships in 10 berths nearby.

All the blacks and Indians were forcibly dragged down from the ship by him. They lined up in a long line, tied their hands on their backs, knelt on the plank road and accepted the collective execution.

With a cold face, Carmen and bell set up tables under the rigid embankment slope of the people's army, checked the slave contract on the spot, and made professional on-site settlement of claims for each slave owner who asked to release.

Contract description, on-site inspection, determination of depreciation, settlement of money, and then shot open the slave's skull in front of the slave owner. After both sides confirmed the death of the body, they pushed into the sea with the contract.

Unclaimed slaves are treated differently.

Some sailors will come forward and ask their master's name, price and time of purchase. If they can answer, they will chop off their middle finger and press the fingerprint after registration. If they can't answer completely, they will press the fingerprint directly on a betrayal book.

These bloody contracts, together with the equivalent money, were handed over to two civilian army company commanders who came to support them. At the same time, they were forced to become penalty watchers, waiting for the sailors to make the bodies and then check the eligibility of the bodies.

This round of killing caused 76 deaths. In the process, 12 white people stood up against it in the spirit of justice or for some other reason. As a result, they were directly knocked unconscious by the angry sailors and simply hung upside down on the seawall pillar of the execution ground.

The only theme of the whole night was killing.

When the sun came out, Jefferson, who was pale, and the gentlemen, including several military commanders, rushed to the scene together. What he saw was the ground full of corpses and blood red embankment.

Jefferson looked at all this in surprise, his anger was uncontrollable, and his voice almost trembled.

"Edward KENWAY! Do you know what you're doing!"

"Eliminate hidden dangers," Lorraine replied in a hoarse voice.

"A massacre? That's ridiculous! This is a mountain city built by justice, not an impossible place for pirates to run amok!"

"The city on the mountain?" Lorraine sneered and stroked his loose hair in front of his forehead. "In the city on the mountain, more than 100 armed mobs attacked my ship. There was no justice man to help. The people's army close at hand was late!"

"It doesn't matter! I used my own strength to repel the mob, but also adhered to the principle of restraint and non radicalization, gave up the means of quick victory, deadlocked on the shore with these mobs, waiting for Boston's justice to punish Boston's cancer!"

"Then my ship was sent to heaven by the attackers hiding on other ships! Nineteen brave sailors loyal to their duties were involved in the explosion, fourteen died and five were seriously injured. They were also declared dead not long ago."

"Up to now, you still expect me to rely on Boston's justice?" Lorraine burst into laughter. "By the way, the Jackdaw was attacked because it was loaded with arms. The delay in unloading the arms was due to the delay of the saints. I will endure this kind of customer because of the wishes of the Continental Army. I will take this order because of a promise."

"As a result, I didn't see Jack here at all!"

"Mr. Jefferson, don't you think it's interesting to push it back? Cotton Jack... Is he a friend of Virginia?"

Jefferson's face changed greatly: "Ken Wei, calm down! There are too many coincidences in this matter. Far fetched explanations will only make you lose your true friends..."

"I know the explanation just now is irrational."

Lorraine, intentionally or unintentionally, glanced at the Boston gentlemen above the seawall and suddenly interrupted Jefferson.

"But since you can't even hide the arms, it's no surprise to let some people know more. You can guarantee that you won't do so, but can you also guarantee that no one wants me to think so?"

"You mean... The attack was against..."

"It's just simple reasoning." Lorraine inhaled deeply. "Although you didn't say anything, I guess there's an Englishman's ghost on the seawall? Does Baltimore's friend care more about his identity than an enthusiastic person supporting Boston?"

Jefferson calmed down abruptly.

"Very reasonable analysis, kenvi. Unfortunately, this is not the place to talk. Can your ship still move?"

Lorraine shook her head regretfully: "the fire was out, and the ship was lucky to not sink, but my boatman told me that she had lost the value of repair. If only based on the current situation, she could not leave the port."

"Then I'll arrange a tugboat to go to Houwan. The salvage and cleaning here will be handed over to the saints."

"Houwan? Pioneer group?"

Jefferson shook his head solemnly: "I have an absolutely reliable friend who runs a shipyard in Houwan. Although he is not a member of the Seamen's Association, in terms of strength, he will never be inferior to any force or individual in Houwan. You will be very safe there."

"Is it safe...?"