February 26, 1786, overcast, windy southeast, Miami River beach, the eastern section of the third defense line, gunfire like rain.

"Move quickly, lazy bones! Send the sandbags directly to the front line, transport the military funds to the headquarters for storage, empty the cabin as quickly as possible and send the wounded away, quickly!"

A series of urges whipped Mr. burclon's back like a whip. He was sore and lacked sleep, but he still clenched his teeth, carried the sandbag out of slup's cabin, ran a few steps and threw it on the rocky beach.

"Mr. Tula! Cabin one is empty!"

Tula said on the stone beach, "the No. 1 cabin of the pony is empty! The wounded get on the ship from the left board. Don't disturb the right deck!"

"Yes!"

Four days ago, on February 22, the Indian contingent bypassed the beach line and entered Miami. After a night of secret travel, it appeared behind the third line without warning and went straight to the Miami garrison command post.

Mayor dipyani is worthy of being a civilian officer trained from the perennial war. Although he was unprepared and his subordinates were flustered, he still made the most effective response in the shortest time.

That is, relying on the original simple fortifications of the command post, field hospital and river beach wharf, gather all the surrounding troops and labor as much as possible, so as to intensively defend, delay the enemy's breakthrough, seize the reinforcement fortifications and establish the defense line.

He didn't make any mistakes and was rewarded for it.

On the same day, the Indians attacked four war zones at the same time by virtue of their absolute advantage in number. The first line of defense fell, the second and third lines lost their beaches, and stretched and shrank behind the line of defense. Only the line of defense of the command post forcibly retained the external channel with great sacrifice.

Even those who know nothing about war know the importance of foreign liaison.

For four days in a row, the Indians kept attacking the beach wharf. The besieged enemy has increased its troops to 5000, and under the command of mayor dipyani, the garrison of four companies and less than 80% of the labor force have played a fighting capacity of at least 1500 people and kept close to the front.

"But... How long can this overdraft last..."

Mr. boklon put the last two boxes of long guns in the cabin on the cart, picked them up with all his strength and stepped down from the board.

He saw Mr. Tula under the ship. His hair was dry and his eyes were dark, but his voice was as strong as before.

Seeing boklon get off the ship, Tula greeted him with a strong smile and couldn't help taking the heavy putter: "seize the time to rest. In half an hour, our group will go to strengthen the hospital defense line."

"The farthest section..." boclon let out his breath and sighed.

"There's no way. There's a shortage of people everywhere. Everyone has to do a few people's work. Everyone is the same, and Mr. Mayor is no exception."

"Mr Mayor? Commander?"

Mr. Tula nodded: "I heard that the mayor organized the civilian and medical staff in the headquarters into the fourth labor group. He himself was the leader. In order to resist the Indian attack, there were no dignitaries in the position."

"Then why don't we go by water? If we gather more transport capacity, it's not difficult to transport a thousand people at one time?"

"Because... Behind us is Miami, we have no way out."

Mr. Tula's voice was low.

"Sorry, there's something I've been hiding from you. The Indians who attacked us attacked the valley village on a circuitous road. None of the 72 people in the whole village survived. They created a massacre."

Mr. boklon sat on the ground: "slaughter... Slaughter?"

"A real massacre," said Mr. Tula. "The Indians strung them on spears and nailed them to the ground, men, women, young and old. It was said that when the patrol found them, several people were not dead. They were nailed alive."

Boklon's pupil contracted into the eye of a needle: "Elk... Elk woodland..."

"As soon as the valley village tragedy happened, Drake chamber of Commerce issued a notice of refuge to the whole town. Tianyuan District unified to the College District for refuge. With the help of the carriage of the chamber of Commerce, it should all arrive safely."

"Yes... Yes? Great..."

"But if we give up resistance..." Tula gritted her teeth. "Behind us is Miami. We need to buy time for the reinforcements. If we let these savages rush into town, our family..."

"I see!" Mr. boclon jumped up and firmly grabbed the putter from Mr. Tula's hand. "For Raul and Sophia, Tula..."

Before he finished his words, a cry came from the wharf behind him.

"The Cangqing dewdrop is opposite to the berth. Go to two people to pick up the cable!"

Tula turned strangely: "the green dew? The foal clearly said that they were the last ship today. What is this green dew..."

Tula's eyes widened as the ship drew near the beach.

"This is... Pansy, white flag, pirate flag?"

……

At the battle command post, the mayor of dipyani looked gloomily at Lorraine who came in front of him.

"President Drake, with all due respect, I can't understand what you do!"

"What did I do?" Lorraine crossed his legs. "What did I do?"

"This war!" dipyani said sonorously, "at the beginning, the number of Indians was less than 10000. I have repeatedly invited you to chase the enemy and the enemy. Each time, you refuse without hesitation."

"Now that the war has begun for a month, we have repulsed the enemy countless times, but the number of Indians has not decreased, but at least tripled."

"We have also lost our geographical advantage! My troops have been scattered on this unbroken beach, and the main forces of the two regiments have not been heard. I can't even guarantee when they can resist."

"Thanks to you, we are about to lose the war. The order I issued should have been successfully sent to you. Now you should seize the time we use our lives to evacuate the citizens, rather than running alone to say goodbye to my body!"

"What on earth are you expecting? Repentance? Forgiveness?"

"Probably... Just don't want to miss history."

Lorraine's ridiculed answer made dipyani's veins burst, and he almost jumped up.

But Lorraine didn't leave him time to get angry at all.

"First explain to you the reason why I refused to join the war. Although this explanation seems unnecessary to me, I have to admit that I have neglected something. You are not of noble origin and have no experience in the staff post."

Lorraine crossed his fingers and put them gently on his knee.

"Privately, Drake's direct fleet is a private armed force subordinate to Drake's chamber of Commerce. It is true that I own most of Miami, but Miami is already a colonial town of Spain. In any case, since I have not defaulted on taxes, the Garrison has the obligation to protect me and my property and land. As for whether to provide assistance, it is my right."

"However, Yu Gong, Drake chamber of commerce is still the privateer chamber of Commerce in England. My military position only exists under the only condition of the call of the motherland."

"Without the permission of England, it is inappropriate for me to provide military support to Spain, which is contrary to my loyalty to my motherland, the virgin queen who issued the plunder license for the Drake family, and the love of his Majesty George III, who has always guaranteed my right to plunder."

"That is to say, no matter in reason or feeling, I did not have any legitimate participation in this war. A certain degree of support is the greatest contribution I can make to you and the garrison. I have a clear conscience and do not need to repent."

"Then why did I come to you today?"

Lorraine took a break, turned his hand and took over a new contract from edre.

"This is..." dipyani took it in doubt.

"This is conscience!"

Lorraine let out his breath and helped dipyani turn the contract to the main page.

"The valley village tragedy trampled on the tradition of Florida and the beauty of human civilization. Everyone with conscience can't sit back and watch the mob run amok."

"In order to avenge the victims of the valley village, the Miami Council has authorized the city hall to form a volunteer corps, including 22 chambers of commerce operating in Miami and 13 Indian tribes in West Florida. The total number of soldiers is 26, with more than 30000 volunteers, 47 ships of an expedition fleet and 5000 volunteers from four regiments of the volunteer Marine Corps."

"We can fight at any time, but only if, as the current mayor of Miami, you have to arm the volunteers first."

"Provide... Armed?"

Dipyani blankly turned over the contract page and suddenly saw a few shocking lines in the detailed rules on the second page.

[rule 3.6.1: Miami City Hall purchases 10000 type II Brown bass rifles from Drake maritime group gun foundry at an agreed unit price of £ 36]

[rule 3.6.2: Miami City Hall purchases more than 30000 new and old long guns from Drake America, with an agreed unit price of £ 26]

He hurriedly turned to the next two pages and soon found other keys.

[rule 7.2.9: Party A (Miami City Hall) authorizes Party B (Drake General Chamber of Commerce asset management company) to act as an agent for the volunteer armed affairs. The scope of agency is only limited to the procurement of ordnance, the settlement of payment for goods, and the distribution and distribution of ordnance]

[rule 9.5.1: Party B shall advance all the payment for the transactions involved in this contract, and Party A shall pledge 30% of the transaction tax of the city hall in the next 50 years and repay it by withholding or self financing, with an annual interest of 5.7% and no rolling interest]

"This is blackmail! I will never accept this contract!"

"Sir tutsella's autograph is at the end of the contract, and he has approved it," Lorraine said slowly.

"Sir... Approved?!" dipyani clattered to the last page of the contract. Sure enough, he saw Sir tutsela's handwritten letter, "why!"

"Because you underestimate the significance of this war. It will be a sacred war, which can only be controlled by Spain and can not allow any personal forces to intervene."

Lorraine stood up and pushed the pen, lacquer and candlestick in front of dipyani.

"Come on, Mr. Mayor, buy it and leave."