Chapter 351

"Distance 800, adjust elevation 1.5, three rapid, release!"

Boom! Boom, boom!

The British attack finally began.

Spencer led his infantry to stand outside the Spanish defenceless north wall, and a solid shell attacked the thick logs from a very close distance of about 250 meters (800 feet).

The Spaniards in the city were busy putting out fire and rescuing the injured and trapped people under the disaster. The shelling sounded without warning. Their first reaction was... Dull.

The fortress's defense system failed to respond effectively for a long time, because all the preset plans were aimed at the East and south of the San Juan River, but no one ever told the soldiers what to do if an enemy came from the direction of the rainforest?

A wise man proposed a conventional response, informing the commander to arm the militia, the Watergate to send troops to meet the enemy, and the San Carlos to coordinate from the lake.

This is the most secure defense tactic. Even if there is no bright light, all three troops will participate in the war. Under normal circumstances, it is enough to hold a small fortress and repel the incoming enemy.

The problem is that the situation is somewhat unconventional.

First of all, the Grenadian grenadiers stationed in the Watergate tower, the only army in the fortress to maintain daily combat readiness, were attacked tonight. The problem of the soldiers' heavy injuries may be discussed later, but how many schools of their commander ovier were stabbed and killed, and the two company commanders under their command were also killed and injured.

Who will command the elite soldiers who are arrogant to the bone? At this critical moment of panic in the whole city, who can command the elite soldiers?

The second situation, sailors.

A few days ago, the lakeside Port Authority was the first to be attacked, and the remaining two stood idly by.

Although major Mara lives well, it has long been well known that he refuses to perform duties under his command. How can we persuade him to give up the safe water evacuation channel and fight with the enemy outside the wall for the fortress?

Don't forget, these English people who don't know their origin have guns!

Finally, the people's army itself

If outsiders are unreliable, these soldiers who have their homes in San Carlos must be reliable.

However, the people's army belongs to the armed forces on the brink of war. In peacetime, their arms are collected in the bunker at their feet. When the Watergate was attacked, their beloved commander torresias also went to the bunker.

Then the bunker was blown up

According to the feedback from the soldiers who went down to fight the fire, the explosion point should be near the arsenal.

The whole auditorium collapsed seriously. It takes about a week to dig a simple passage from the rubble. Even the most optimistic estimate is that it will take more than three weeks to rescue the arms that may have escaped and the commanders who do not know their life and death.

For three weeks, if the wind was good enough, the British outside the city might be able to see the walls of Madrid!

Despair enveloped the fortress.

The powerful armed forces of seven companies and one frigate really couldn't send a single soldier when the foreign enemy invaded. They could only watch the British bombard their walls with small caliber light guns at a place within reach.

The log walls are crumbling.

In line with the idea of treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor, the company commanders of the people's army who gathered together quickly elected representatives and asked the port authority and Watergate for help at the same time.

Watergate quickly gave a friendly response.

The company commander who escaped from the blade of Blackbeard gathered 142 grenadiers with minor injuries in the shortest time, dragged his physical wounds and mental fatigue to the north wall to establish a defense line.

Mara also lived up to expectations.

The people's army representative didn't see him at all. When he heard that the British shelled the city wall, he took the sailors who filled the whole villa and ran to the wharf with all the valuables he could carry.

However

Marla stared blankly at the empty berth in front of her and kicked the long sailor who had been entrusted with the important task to the ground.

"You said that more than a dozen bandits attacked my boat when the civil military camp exploded, and defeated you in less than ten minutes. Then they fled in my boat in front of you?"

"Yes... Yes!"

"Why not report immediately!"

The captain of the navy was sad and said, "we only survived four people, and each one was injured. This... Anyway, San Carlos didn't have a gunboat that could be pursued, so we thought..."

"You just think, if you can't catch up anyway, it's better to deal with the wound first, and then report when the injury is stable?"

"Yes... Yes..."

"Is your injury stable now?"

"Generally..."

"Go to the north wall to resist the British."

The marine commander was stunned for a moment: "sorry, captain..."

"The British are attacking the north wall, the arsenal of the people's army has been destroyed, and the grenadiers have suffered heavy losses. Without our help, they can't stop the British." Mara took a deep breath. "I'll give you a chance to wash your reputation. Take 30 people to the North wall, where the grenadiers should be and report to their commander."

The sailor's face turned pale, shook a few times, and struggled to salute: "yes, sir."

The temporary private anger was vented, but Mara's retreat was still unfounded.

In fact, he is a little confused about the current situation.

Frey should have done the explosion in the civilian camp according to his order. There is no problem. The time and place are right, but the scale of the explosion seems to be a little larger than his requirements.

Those who attacked the Watergate tower should be the group who attacked him a few days ago. Judging from the time, they are probably the same ones who robbed the San Carlos.

Plus a large group of armed Britons suddenly appeared outside the city

Mara has a vague guess that the group who attacked him may not be the conspiracy of torresias as previously thought. Maybe they are the assassins arranged by the British.

Oviedo died and torresias seemed to be buried in the bunker. Life and death can be regarded as death.

In the past, he was the only one left of the San Carlos big three, and the beginning of all these events was the attack a few days ago!

Assassination, assassination, demolition, Siege

Marla's guess suddenly turned into a clear understanding. He suddenly figured out that Frey could not blow up the bunker. The greatest possibility is still the British!

There are English people everywhere in San Carlos!

Having figured out the key to the matter, the fear immediately grabbed Mara's heart from all directions.

The shadow of a bow and a snake, grass and trees!

Because two of the big three have died, if the British want to completely destroy the command system of San Carlos before entering the city, he must be the ultimate goal of the British!

Where is the assassin hiding?

Under the cover of trusted sailors, Mara retreated to the end of the plank road at the deepest lake of the wharf, which originally docked at the berth of the San Carlos.

The ship is long gone!

He didn't know why he came here. He just felt that the farther away from the chaotic Town, the better.

He suddenly heard someone calling his name on the lake.

"Major! Major! Major Mara..."

That voice... Ruhr de sebilian?

Mara suddenly looked back and saw a floating small fishing boat on the calm lake. On the small fishing boat, Ruhr, who should have been killed by Frey, waved to him. It seemed that he wanted to get him on board.

How to deal with it?

Mara's head turned quickly, and in the blink of an eye she put on a warm and surprised expression.

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