Chapter 349

Shocking thunder!

Bator is not a blasting expert. In terms of gunpowder, he is only slightly better than ordinary people who are good at using guns and artillery. He can barely be regarded as the one who plays a more safe role among many disciples of acharin.

Sound means "quantity against quality".

In order to ensure that all Spanish firearms and materials were destroyed in an explosion, he arranged thousands of kilograms of explosives in the armory and the auditorium gate.

Compared with tens of thousands of kilograms of gunpowder inventory in the bunker, the explosion of this magnitude is certainly in line with the effect of "small-scale accurate blasting" proposed by Lorraine, but the explosion occurred in the confined basement, and the shock wave with nowhere to vent turned the whole auditorium into ruins in an instant.

The shock was transmitted from the shallow underground to the surface. The whole San Carlos shook and the dilapidated houses in the east city collapsed.

Confused and miserable people even had no time to scream, the second roar followed, and the auditorium corridor collapsed.

The big explosion directly acting on the bunker itself caused a greater secondary disaster than the first time. The people's military camp was shocked to open a huge ground crack, the copper bell of the church shook and screamed, and watched the bumps and bumps of the smooth bluestone road in the west city.

Like a violent earthquake, the first sound is just a warning, and the second is the real anger of the earth.

Smoke spewed out of the Bunker's limited ventilation pipe, and the whole San Carlos fell into endless fear.

At that time, Daniel, who made up his mind about the ship, stumbled and fell to the ground.

He sat on the ground and stared at the smoke not far away: "Captain... Did he succeed?"

Lev touched his bald head in disbelief: "Odin is on the, I missed this..."

"Eriksson, we didn't miss anything."

Daniel stood up with a laugh and slapped the dust on his body, with or without it. His voice returned to the calm and indifference of the past.

"The captain put us here to make us the aftershock of the explosion. The aftershock will never last long. So gentlemen, target the San Carlos, Drake, seize the ship."

……

4.4 kilometers due north of San Carlos, the junction of rain forest and lake.

Here is a rare place in the rainforest with a wide view, and at the foot of the lake is a soft beach, which can avoid those terrible snakes and insects that haunt at night and in the dense forest to the greatest extent.

The lack of shelter is probably the biggest defect of this place, but according to the urban defense map sent back by Lorraine, the north wall of San Carlos is so simple that there is not even a lookout post. Obviously, the Spaniards have not considered that the wild animals in the rainforest or Miskito will assemble one day to launch a decisive offensive against them.

"I seem to have accidentally discovered one of the reasons why the Spaniards lost the sea..." Nelson muttered with his goggle in his hand.

At his feet, the ground was trembling slightly, and by his side, the lake was rippling.

San Carlos in the camera is rolling thick smoke, and the shocking thunderbolt and thunder are still indistinctly recognizable even at a long distance.

"Although it was late, Drake played a triumphant salute for us." he said to major Spencer with suppressed excitement. "Next, the fortress will be handed over to you and your brave soldiers. And I will return to the deck I know well. This is the most wonderful result."

Spencer looked at Nelson suspiciously.

"Colonel, as the commander in chief, are you sure you want to give up the honor of entering the city first? You see, Drake has almost finished everything. We just need to blast away the symbolic wooden wall, and the Spaniards will humble their heads..."

"The Navy enjoys the process and the army expects the results. That's the difference between the army and the Navy." Nelson laughed. "This trip to the rainforest has brought me too many memorable things. I believe Drake is the same. Now it's just you, my friends, comrades in arms and partners."

"Enjoy your moment. Like most joint operations, Drake and I will watch you on the water. You deserve it."

Spencer finally stopped pushing. He bowed to Nelson, walked back to his troops, and pulled out his command sword with a Shua.

"All the lines are lined up, the infantry are in front, and the vehicles and guns are accompanied!"

The soldiers who were lazy everywhere gathered quickly.

Looking at their eager faces, Spencer couldn't help feeling heroic.

He shouted, "gentlemen, first of all, I'll solve a doubt for you."

"Some people have probably guessed that, yes, the thunder just now was man-made. President Drake blew up the Spanish Arsenal in San Carlos."

"I don't know how he did it. Maybe God protected him or Satan in hell."

"In short, the Spaniards are finished. The navy has overfulfilled their mission, and the next work is all ours!"

"Blast the north wall, occupy the whole city, and defeat all the resistance you can see with your eyes... If any, defeat them!"

"Gentlemen, target San Carlos, drum and flag!"

……

"I didn't expect that the secret exit of the bunker would be hidden in the sewer leading to the lake..."

Gently patting the floating ash splashed on him during the explosion, Lorraine looked around at the wide and odorless underground pipe in front of him.

The pipe is dry.

However, from the black-and-white intersection line on the wall, Lorraine can easily see that at least one third of it will be submerged in the rainy season, and the depth will reach almost one meter.

A depth of one meter is enough for most non large fish to come and go freely.

This puzzled Lorraine.

"Baron, I heard that there are freshwater sharks in Lake Nicaragua. They are aggressive by nature. Don't you worry about being attacked by sharks during evacuation?"

"Sharks are bloodthirsty, Mr. Drake. Even when it's time to use the escape route, gentlemen shouldn't let their bodies be stained with blood. At most, there will only be some floating ash, as we are now."

Torresias's performance is far more relaxed than Lorraine imagined, and this relaxation seems to suddenly appear at the moment of stepping on the sewer.

Lorraine looked at him and suddenly asked, "so where is the ambush?"

"Ambush..." torresias was stunned. "There is no ambush. I am still in your hand. How can I do such irresponsible things for my life?"

"But your performance is like saying that your plan has succeeded and we are in a deep urn."

"You are suspicious!" torresias smiled softly. "Mr. Drake, I swear to God, there is no ambush in our way. If there is, it must not have been arranged by me."

"Oh?"

"In fact, I just suddenly remembered a message that you might be interested in."

"What information?"

"About the change of this year," torresias said, "Grenada decided to change this year ahead of time because the port authority was attacked by thugs. The news was sent to me yesterday. Major Mara should have known earlier. But I guess you don't know."

There was a playful smile on his face.

"According to yesterday's information, the ships of the governor and the governor will arrive at the lakeside Wharf in advance on May 1, that is, two days later. You have made such a big noise in San Carlos. With the current mess of the fortress, I guess the two officers should not choose to dock, but will choose to turn the bow and come back with the powerful force you can't resist."

"Incidentally, the route between Grenada and San Carlos takes only six hours one way, that is to say, on May 2, you will face a strong Spanish land and water mixed army."

Hearing this, Lorraine finally understood torresias's intention.

"I didn't expect that your Baron is a patient and wise gentleman. You didn't just remember this news? Do you think it can be in your best interest to keep it until now?"

"Will my excuse be effective?" torresias pointed to the exit of the sewer. "You see, after tonight, everyone will know that there is a strong British Army lurking outside San Carlos. But your number will certainly not be much. Half a regiment may be the limit, just like the people's army under my command."

"Why do you have such a judgment?"

"Because of the transport capacity of the river!" torresiaston said. "The situation of the San Juan River in the dry season is very bad. Your warships can't enter the estuary. It's not troublesome to calculate how many people and horses can be transported by just a few submachine boats."

"So? Do you want me to let you go so that you can go to your governor and your governor unharmed?"

"Freedom is certainly my expectation, but it has never been all." torresias cleared his throat. "Mr. Drake, I solemnly advise you. The British siege should stop and end this doomed expedition with dignity before making a big mistake."

"This is my only request and your only choice..."