"Eighteen turrets, covering both sides of the bay, are very scattered, and five of them are above our maximum elevation angle, and they cannot fight back from the sea."

In the Badger's captain's room, Nelson and Collingwood squeezed side by side on the small wooden bed, listening to Lorraine's report on the freshly baked dock information.

Lorraine poked the temporary sketch in front of her.

"For four hours after the family glory was anchored in the harbor, I randomly visited three turrets, here, here and here, and saw two old land cannons, eighteen-pound and twelve-pound, respectively, and none of them had the ability to fire grenades. This is probably the only good news."

Collingwood touched a muffin: "Drake, you mean...you can't fire grenades in the turrets here?"

"I can only say that this is a guess with a greater chance of winning."

Nelson waved his hand irritably: "The naval gun cannot defeat the turret, let alone being beaten but not fighting back! As long as one of the five high ground guns is a new type of gun that fires grenades, we may suffer a great loss..."

"Then...give up Le Loran and go to St. Mary or Baspant?"

Both of these are coastal towns similar to Le Loren. St. Mary is a commercial port with a large population and a prosperous economy, but its sea area is not open. The rocky beaches on both sides hinder the composition of the battle line, which is not conducive to leveraging the fleet's firepower advantages and was eliminated from the first battle target early in the morning.

Baspante does not have any ground-type problems, but it is too poor. Even if it is blasted into a slag, it may not achieve the goal of leading a snake out of the hole.

Nelson was worried for a moment.

This time, the key to the maritime part is the victory or defeat of the French defence fleet.

But the Halloween fleet is far inferior to its opponent in hard power. If you want to win, you cannot expect a dignified battle formation. Time and place are indispensable, and mobilizing opponents is the top priority.

How can we mobilize our opponents?

war.

The main job of the defense fleet is to ensure the trade security of Martinique. Once a commercial port or commercial road is attacked, she must perform her duties and leave the port to face the battle.

That's why Nelson brought his fleet to Le Loran. While Halloween fleet is unknown, he made the defense fleet heart-wrenching with one full blow and had to dance with Nelson's baton.

But who knew that there was a turret here that could not be hit by naval guns...

The risk suddenly outweighs the benefits. Do you really want to give up Le Loren, the most suitable bait?

He pursed his lips and shook his thighs very quickly.

"Drake, if you were asked to bring a hundred people ashore, would you be sure to drop those five highland turrets?"

"The population of Le Loran is not large or small. I can guarantee to touch the three outer spaces, but the two in the center of the town... need at least 200 people, plus two six-pound cannons."

"The fleet cannot guarantee the attack density when extracting 200 people."

"Then there is nothing to do."

"What if I order!"

"I refuse. Mercenaries can reject high-risk orders, and if you persist, you can choose to let the major lead the team."

"Cusbert is not good at commanding the Marines."

"What a coincidence, I'm not good at fighting for life." Lorraine blurted Nelson's face without hesitation, "Besides, isn't it just that I want to lead a snake out of the hole? If a voles are not suitable, I'll just change one."

"Switch to another one...is it a lucky horseshoe?"

...

Lucky Horseshoe is a Brig-type six-class frigate to the French Atlantic Defense Fleet in Martinique. Captain Nescieldney, 29 years old, unmarried, and is very popular among the upper ladies on the island and even the entire Caribbean.

There were many romantic affairs about him. The spies on the shore collected two large pieces of parchment paper in just four hours, spreading more than twenty pieces of information, but could not find an anecdote that had nothing to do with sex.

In short, he is an amazing human-shaped self-propelled cannon, and even Yacharin, who has been abstinent for several days, is willing to call him a strong enemy...

With the romantic reputation of France, Captain Childney, who relies on his face to make a living in the defense fleet, has been using public ships for many years and has been driving the Lucky Horseshoe to chase ladies from various families. This time is no exception.

His target was the second daughter of Sir Prio, the speaker of the Le Loran region, Miss Emily, who is known as the famous Miss Emily.

The lady only held an adult ceremony this spring and officially entered the upper class as a personal identity. It is said that the people who proposed marriage were so crowded that Sir Prio had to hold a second private dance for her, announcing to the entire Martinique upper class that the lady would not choose marriage until she was twenty years old, and she was looking forward to sweet love.

Then, there were more people in courtship than before...

Strangely, although there were more people in courtship, there were also many young heroes from all walks of life, Miss Emily hid herself. She no longer lingers in dance parties everywhere, and she also contacts less and less people from courtship. For more than two months, no one has truly been able to have a love affair. Even the hero who successfully made her leave the mansion was a seldom.

Such Miss Emily finally successfully attracted Captain Childney. Even though the fierce battle in the Caribbean Sea was in full swing and the wind was storming in the Atlantic Ocean, he drove his warship out of the military port and chased Hua Teng and came to the rose manor in Le Loran.

This is intelligence...

Lorraine, Nelson and Collingwood had six eyes facing each other, and without exception they all had strokes.

"Who collected this information?"

Collingwood coughed twice awkwardly: "It is my first mate who cooperates with Drake to perform the onshore scout, and his work is very meticulous..."

"Four hours, no, six hours!" Lorraine gritted her teeth, "Your first mate is only six hours, and then she got this information! The major really thinks this motivation report is detailed? Can such a scum really become a French naval officer?"

"Probably...the national conditions are different?"

"If it were France..." Lorraine was about to refute, but suddenly Acharin's romantic and humble smile appeared in her mind, and she immediately concluded.

Nelson looked at him strangely: "Drake, you have also come to the island. Have you remembered something?"

"It's not that I remembered something..." Lorraine shook her head tiredly, "Forget it, go to my ship. This kind of professional intelligence analysis requires experts to do, and we can't do it."

A moment later, the three of them passed by to Lorraine's Golden Deer and slapped the information on Yacharin's forehead.

Yacharin was full of excitement: "Really!"

"ha?"

"The information is true. In the past few months I have heard of Nessi Zilden's name more than once. He is an excellent person, like me, a hopeless romantic believer!"

Amid the decisive shouts, Lorraine heard a shattering sound coming from Nelson's chest.

"The dream is broken?" Lorraine gently poked Nelson in the arm.

Nelson trembled anxiously: "No, I just thought, if it was true that as Mr. Desai said, the lucky horseshoe came for the picking of flowers, wouldn't she not leave the dock for a long time? After all, Miss Emily... sounds very difficult to get close to."

Lorraine turned her head and looked at Yacharin, who shook her head firmly: "As long as you grab the girl Chuhong before Zilden and show off in front of him with skill, he will surely rush out like a red-eyed wild boar. Wherever we want him to go, he will go."

"But won't it take a long time to rush in front of Zilden? Don't forget, we only have twenty..."

"Five days." Yacharin opened his five fingers boldly, "It only takes five days for me, and it has included the erotic fragrance of flowers for one night."

All the men in the room stared at Yacharin with similar pilgrimage eyes. During the worship, two soft murmurs sounded.

"Scum."

"It's really a scumbag."
Chapter completed!