Chapter 363

After nearly an hour, Blackbeard finally ended his meeting with Mara.

When the hatch was opened, Lorraine smelled an unspeakable smell of sweat, and then saw Mara sitting on the ground unharmed, with dull eyes and pale face.

"Did you scare him?" Lorraine asked angrily.

"I just talked with him about some past experience, some punishment and some entreaties. He seemed to believe that you allowed me to deal with him at will, so he was particularly sympathetic and cooperatively said a lot of unexpected topics, such as..." speaking of this, Blackbeard said coldly, "boy, you're actually British!"

"I've always been English."

"But I thought you were a Spaniard, a naval officer, or the head of the guard hired by Mara!"

Lorraine shrugged. "It sounds more like your problem, your highness. Cautious people are used to knowing their goals before they act, and you obviously don't."

"I believe in the fog shattered by power!" black beard took a deep breath and tried to calm his mood. "But at least after we reached peace, you have a lot of time to tell me your identity, rather than let me meet Mara like a clown. As a result, you almost destroyed the whole conversation because of ignorance!"

"Is this a sign of weakness?"

"When I cut off your head, I swear, I will show weakness to it sincerely!"

"Then there's nothing to talk about." Lorraine stamped his feet and turned. "Your Highness, not all the fog can be broken with a sword, just as Mara is my prisoner, and the Baron torresias... Happens to be my prisoner."

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The packed San Carlos set sail again towards the lake. Just as a battle, her role has already degenerated from providing charcoal in the snow to a dispensable icing on the cake.

This is also a helpless thing.

The land support was delayed by Blackbeard's assault for more than two hours. During this period, major Spencer had already found a way to break the bunker shell by himself, that is, the heavy shore defense guns originally belonging to the Spanish on the city wall and water bank.

These twelve to eighteen pound guns can already be regarded as entry-level heavy firepower on land. Because they have never considered the problem of carrying with the army, they are the cheapest iron casting. They are neither equipped with bottom rail nor gun truck. They are bulky and clumsy in practical application.

Such guns are useless in conventional warfare, but in San Carlos today, they have unexpectedly become sharp weapons.

The British broke the city, and the Spanish could only block the north wall with limited troops.

These grenadiers from Grenada and sailors abandoned by Mara had no resistance in front of the line and light guns commanded by Spencer. They were soon suppressed into the bunker and continued to resist with strong barriers. They completely ignored the people's army outside the bunker.

The people's army who had been stationed at the fort was the key hope for the Spanish to turn defeat into victory, but no one gave them the correct order from beginning to end. Until Spencer paid attention to the firepower of the fort and sent only a company to disperse and sweep, seizing the gunpowder magazine of the city wall intact.

So far, there is no pattern in the war.

Spencer has guns, guns, gunpowder and bullets that can make guns work. He also has strong energy and high morale, while the Spaniards have nothing but vision.

In the sad sight, they watched the British turn the fort, and more than a dozen heavy guns emitted gunsmoke, beating aimlessly above the bunker like heavy hammers.

Again and again

The barracks built by the people's army above the bunker were first razed to the ground, and the flames ignited the surrounding houses. Fleeing citizens flocked to the bunker. Spencer did not stop them, but found several access channels to the bunker from a distance through the track of the flow of people.

Then, at 2:40 a.m., the firing points began to gather purposefully, and the half covered artillery positions scattered throughout the military camp and covered by the officer's dormitory became the key targets of the bombardment.

At 3:25 a.m., the San Carlos joined the ground offensive and put more pressure on the Spaniards huddled in the bunker with more intensive artillery fire.

At 4:30 a.m., the last half cover emplacement collapsed.

At 5:15 a.m., at sunrise, the Spaniards announced their surrender, the offensive and defensive war of San Carlos ended, and San Carlos completed the final change of ownership in the smoke of gunpowder.

At dawn, the San Carlos berthed back to the plank road that left the night before. Nelson, Lorraine and Blackbeard got off the ship together and saw the tired and excited Spencer at the bumpy and messy wharf.

"Sir, fortunately, the kingdom of Spain stationed troops in San Carlos to surrender, with a total of 672 prisoners and 27 wounded, of which seriously injured, local doctors have been asked to step up treatment."

"Thank you for your efforts, major. Our army has fought a beautiful battle," Nelson said respectfully according to etiquette.

Spencer nodded heavily: "yes, a great victory depends on the bravery of the soldiers. In this battle, our good boys braved fierce gunfire. Three warriors gave their lives and seven people were injured to varying degrees."

"This is war, major. The war is ruthless. As commanders, we should be more sad and change..."

As they sang and drank, they set up a grass platform, and the black beard beside Lorraine heard his eyebrows jump.

"Boy, are British officers so shameless? Even I heard that you blew up the Spanish Main Arsenal and caught all their commanders..."

"Your Highness, what the colonel and the major are discussing is the regular war report. If the translation is more straightforward, it means that the major asks for instructions on whether the army can be used as the main body to repay the merit. The Colonel replied to him that if the main body is used to repay the merit, the casualties of the army are not large enough and need to be properly expanded."

Blackbeard's white eyes almost turned to the sky: "then what are you fighting for?"

"Interests, fame, human feelings... I can get a lot of things." Lorraine tilted his head and thought for a while, "but because the formal war report will eventually be presented to his majesty, the value of mercenaries needs to be skillfully erased and only put in the war report submitted to the military headquarters. After all... All glory belongs to my king."

"... shameful politics!"

When the conclusion came out, Lorraine continued to watch the play in peace of mind. Unexpectedly, not long after watching it, Blackbeard found it again.

"Little... Drake, about my meeting with torresias..."

"It seems that two hours ago, we just broke up for this topic..." Lorraine looked at Blackbeard sadly. "I thought you would be more patient, at least... Through the Colonel..."

"Of course I've looked for Nelson, this cysticercosis!" Blackbeard scolded bitterly, "but he said Mara is a condition for cooperation. He has a position to persuade you to hand over his prisoner. But torresias is not in the prior agreement, and Mara was too consumed at the last meeting..."

"Consumption?"

"That's what he said."

Lorraine was deeply impressed by Nelson's unkindness.

But he had to hold back his smile, calm down, seriously consider the feeding plan for Blackbeard, and ensure to the greatest extent that the reckless shark would not bite back when hissing at the enemy.

He was silent for a long time.

"Your Highness, the fountain of youth..."

Blackbeard's eyes burst into blood!

When the blood light suddenly appeared, Lorraine happened to look away, and his light voice implied pride, as if he had not found the abnormality of Blackbeard at all.

"Of course I know what you're looking for. After all, torresias is my prisoner. Unlike you, I see that he doesn't need anyone's permission."

"And I assure you that he can't give you anything. Everything he has is mine. This is a ransom to buy his freedom."

Blackbeard clenched his teeth. "Tell me, how much do you think the ransom should be?"

"The ransom is priceless, your highness, just like youth is priceless." Lorraine smiled back, "priceless things are not sold, but only given to real friends at the right time..."