Noisy night.

Tonight is the second night of the front bay. According to the order, Katerina should have received the value, Henna and Noah assisted.

But Lorraine's heart has been difficult to calm down.

Since he was restless in the hotel, he simply took Karen back to the boat without getting into the night, forcibly changing the three confused women back to the hotel to rest.

reason?

There is no reason, the captain of Jingui just couldn't get used to the "poor chicken" in the dinner.

The three women were quickly replaced, Lorraine and Cron took over the ship's defense again, and the second time they started on the deck, boring and slow duty.

Adjusting defense, Cron held two cups and a small barrel of rum to find Lorraine.

"Captain, are you interested?"

Lorraine nodded indifferently and continued to fill out her navigation records.

[Uncurrently in Boston, the son of freedom formed by capitalists, the pioneer formed by maritime merchants, the saints formed by religious groups, and the Continental Army…]

[Four land forces, two sea forces, outside are eyeing British people, and there are slaves hiding their heads and protecting their tails in the city.]

[But even in this state of enemies inside and outside, the army in the city still did not show a harmonious taste, just like everyone's own calculations, a mess of sand at a critical moment.]

[If the British knew that Bostonians now have this kind of virtue, they would have come over happily, right?]

[Do you want to get the bonus of the second formation backhand?]

[I'll start a war with the so-called pirate king soon. Of course, the more friends you have at sea, the better...]

Having written this, Lorraine stopped writing, picked up the rum that Cron had prepared from her hand, and took a sip.

"Captain, how does Boston native White Rum feel?"

"Not as good as the brewing of the Caribbean," Lorraine said the truth, "I wouldn't send them to Europe for the same cost."

“But they seem to be more expensive.”

"Wine tax. After Britain's independence, the United States' alcohol tax was converted into a capital-Gallier price, and their production costs were originally higher than those of the Caribbean origin, because sugar cane is not produced here, and finished syrup must be imported from the Caribbean."

Kren shrugged uninterestingly: "Captain, why do I think you don't like this?"

Lorraine was stunned for a moment: "Did you feel it?"

“It’s very strong.”

Lorraine frowned and thought for a long time: "It's not like it, but everything here is covered in fog, which makes me feel a sense of crisis that I can run into the rocks at any time."

"Stacking the reef?"

This is a very serious statement.

No one of the sailors wants to encounter a rock run, because hitting a rock run on the sea will hurt the ship, and the consequences will be even more than hurting people. In severe cases, it will endanger the lives of all ships.

Clun was nervous for granted: "Captain, is it an open reef or a reef?"

"It's a more troublesome situation. I don't know if the reef exists or what it really looks like."

"Damn..."

Bang!

The sudden gunshot cut through the night sky, and the style was so familiar, exactly the same as what Lorraine heard on Jefferson's ship during the day.

Lorraine stood up in shock and took only two steps. When the cabin asked, she was pushed away by the sailor on the night.

"Captain! There were hundreds of people gathered under the ship at some point, all slaves with guns, blacks and Indians! They suddenly shot at us, and someone was injured!"

"Black people... and Indians..."

Lorraine couldn't think of what methods did hundreds of gun-carrying murderers use to surround the Jackdaw without knowing it, but now is obviously not the time to pursue the matter.

"Kron, you are responsible for the bow and starboard, and I am responsible for the port. Order the sailors to fight back. Anyone who looks threatening can shoot and kill them, and I can afford it!"

"yes!"

...

The gunshots resounded like beans in the night in the front bay.

Lorraine and Cron pushed the door out, four or five sailors were already lying down on the deck, wailing loudly with blood.

More sailors began to fight back.

Lorraine equipped the entire ship with long and short firearms. At night, she had to wear a gun and load it. This requirement played a role at critical moments, allowing the Jackdaw to pass the first round of backhand that was most likely to be panicked. Relying on condescending and dense rogue guns, she barely formed a situation of shooting with the attackers.

Lorraine rushed to the port side of the plank road, raised her hand to take over Charville, who had been loaded by a sailor, and shot the figure swaying more than twenty meters away.

Bang!

The figure screamed and fell into the water, and more people dodged from his position and charged towards the narrow plank road.

"How many of our people have arrived!"

"Twenty on the port side, six on the bow, thirty-two on the starboard side, two more died and seven seriously injured!"

Lorraine lowered her head and avoided a gunshot, and the muffled sound of lead bullets and wood breaking in her ears.

"Where is the opposite?"

"At least one hundred, forty or fifty, and they all have guns!"

"We have guns too!" Lorraine gritted her teeth and looked as if she was ashen. "Arrange ten people to move Chalville, move more, let the shooting accurately, and the other person load the bullet! Even if we don't use the goods, we can guarantee that everyone can have six!"

"yes!"

The sailor beside him rushed into the restaurant where the gun was stored. Lorraine raised her head and knocked down another attacker, but saw more people rushing to the plank road and killing them endlessly.

"Have the boat board been closed?" he asked loudly.

The sailor beside him turned pale: "Sorry, I'll immediately..."

"Wait!" Lorraine suddenly woke up, "No shipboard! Let Kron bring most of his men to the port side, leaving only seven or eight people on the starboard side and bow, responsible for shooting and killing enemies who swim and climb boats!"

The fierce battles are getting stronger and stronger.

The attackers attacked on the plank road, with dense bullets flying on the side of the ship.

Kron joined the port side defense with more than 20 people, and as soon as he was in place, he crawled to Lorraine.

"Captain, do you want to put them up and fight?"

"Why do you have to put it on?" Lorraine grinned with a cruel smile on her face. "This is the dock, and the Boston civilian army will arrive soon. If they want to gain something, they must attack quickly. If they want to attack quickly, the only way is to board the ship through the plank road."

"The plank road is only four or five meters wide, and hundreds of people are crowded here. Isn't it the best target for gun roaming?"

As if responding to his words, the sailors carrying guns ran out of the restaurant one by one with big bundles of guns.

One of them was hit by a stray bullet on the road and fell down with a scream. The scattered spear slid to Lorraine's feet.

Lorraine raised her foot and stepped on the gun: "Each person who has the best shooting is allocated three or more, and the worse ones are squatting down and loading bullets. Kron, you come and command the gun volleyball formation. Just press them on the plank road and kill as much as you can!"

"yes!"

The Jackdaw's counterattack began.

The volley of nearly thirty guns was formed, and each round of shooting defeated four or five enemies like cutting wheat.

The opponent's counterattack became weaker and weaker under the momentum of Paoshan. The scattered counterattack was rarely hit. Even if it hit, the sailor's screams were suppressed by Karen's rhythmic Lingxun, which sounded no longer harsh.

"Prepare the gun! Get off! Let it go!"

Bang bang bang bang bang bang!

"Squat! Change the gun! Prepare for placing guns..."

After only six or seven rounds, several sporadic gunshots suddenly rang out on the starboard side.

The attacker seemed to want to disperse the firepower of the deck through swimming, but was quickly beaten back by the people guarding there.

The last hope was lost, and the enemy who had no way to attack began to retreat in a turbulent manner.

Lorraine issued a chasing order, and three boat boards were boarding the plank road in a row. Under Lorraine's personal leadership, the sailors took neat and firm steps away, quickly forming a wider and denser line of gun queuing.

"Rise the gun! Aim! Let it go!"

Bang bang bang bang bang bang!

"Change the gun! Go forward! Raise the gun..."

Mechanical passwords, mechanical actions, mechanical killing.

Lorraine stood in the thickest center of the crowd, listening to Cron's orders, and watching his sailors line up in shape to press forward against the wide front of the dock.

The opponent is already defeated, and victory is close to you!

However, at the stern of the Jackdaw, no one noticed that several ghosts were floating from the bow behind the Jackdaw...

Ryan and Harry, wearing pure black hoods, quietly pushed open the door of the bow gun.

The cannon door is not big, only about fifty or sixty centimeters long and wide, and it can barely pass through a thin adult man slanted.

From here, crossing the sea surface, a few meters away is the empty stern balcony and guardrail of the Jackdaw. Even if the deck screams and the killing sounds on the plank road are shocking, there is no defense here.

Ryan waved his hand and let someone throw out the hook.

"Tao, Lieutenant, are you sure there are less than 70 people on the smuggling ship on the night?"

Harry stood the hook to the pillar expressionlessly.

"One-third of the rotation, the tongue I caught was explained like this, all three of them."

"One-third of the 200 people... 66. Tsk tsk tsk, listen to the row of guns, listen to the density, I thought there were hundreds of people shooting."

"So you'd better keep talking nonsense, or when all those slave thugs die, it's your turn to get on the ship illegally."

Ryan spread his hands and looked helpless: "I haven't lived enough yet. So, just a small task of diving into the drill cabin, please don't expect too much."

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