"Distance 800, adjust the elevation angle by 1.5, three shots are fast, release!"

Boom! Boom boom boom boom boom boom!

After much scrutiny, the British attack finally began.

Spencer led his infantry to line up outside the Spaniards' unguarded north wall, and solid shells attacked the thick logs from a very close distance of about 250 meters (800 feet).

The Spaniards in the city were busy extinguishing fires and rescuing injured and trapped people under the disaster. The shelling sounded without warning. Their first reaction was... dull.

The fortress’s defense system has not been able to respond effectively for a long time, because all the preset plans are aimed at the east and south of the River San Juan, but no one has ever told the soldiers what should they do if an enemy comes from the direction of the rainforest?

A smart man proposed to respond with routine and notified the commander to arm the militia, notified the Watermen to send troops to meet the enemy, and informed the San Carlos to support him from the lake.

This is the most guaranteed defense tactic. Even if there is a lack of a glimpse of inspiration, all three troops will participate in the battle. Under normal circumstances, it is enough to defend the small fortress and repel the invading enemy.

The problem is that the current situation is somewhat unconventional.

First of all, the only army in the fortress that maintained its daily combat readiness, the Grenada grenadiers stationed in the Watergate Tower, were attacked tonight. The issue of heavy injuries to the soldiers may be discussed later, but their commander, Ovier, was assassinated, and two company commanders were also killed and injured.

Who commanded the group of elite soldiers who were arrogant to the core? At this critical moment when the whole city was panicked, who could command the group of elite soldiers?

The second situation is the sailor.

A few days ago, the Lakeside Port Authority was first attacked, and the remaining two were standing by and watching.

Although Major Mara lived well, it was already well known that he refused to perform his duties under his command. How should he persuade him to give up the safe water evacuation passage and fight the enemy outside the wall for the sake of the fortress?

Don’t forget that these unknown British people have tricks!

Finally, the civilian army itself...

If outsiders are unreliable, these soldiers who have all settled their families in San Carlos will definitely be reliable.

However, the civilian army was armed in the war. During peacetime, the arms were collected at the bunker at their feet. When the Water Gate was attacked, their beloved Commander Torresias also went to the bunker.

Then, the bunker was blown up...

According to the feedback from soldiers who went deeper to put out the fire, the explosion point should be near the arsenal.

The entire auditorium collapsed severely. It would take about a week to open a simple passage from the pile of gravels. It would take more than three weeks to rescue the arms that might have escaped and the commanders who did not know their life and death.

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

Despair enveloped the fortress.

The powerful armed forces of seven companies and one frigate were really invaded by foreign enemies, and they could not even send out a soldier. They could only watch the British bombard their city walls with small caliber light cannons in a position within reach.

The log wall is shaking.

With the idea of ​​taking a dead horse as a living horse, the company commanders of the civilian army who gathered together quickly elected representatives and asked the Port Authority and Water Gate for help at the fastest speed.

Mizumen quickly responded with kindness.

The company commander who escaped from the black beard's knife took the shortest time to gather 142 grenades below slightly injured, dragged their body scars and mental fatigue straight to the north wall to establish a defense line.

Mara did not disappoint everyone's expectations.

The civilian representatives did not see him at all. As soon as they heard that the British bombarded the city wall, he led the sailors stuffed throughout the villa to the dock with all the valuables they could carry.

However……

Mala looked at the empty berth in front of her and kicked the sailor whom she had entrusted with important tasks to the ground.

"You said that more than a dozen bandits attacked my ship when the civilian camp exploded, and they defeated you in less than ten minutes. They just fled in front of you?"

“Yes…yes!”

“Why not report immediately!”

The sailor cried with a sad face: "We only survived four people, each of them was injured. This... Anyway, San Carlos did not have a gunboat that could be pursued, so we just wanted to..."

"You just think that since you can't catch up anyway, you might as well deal with the wound first and report it when the injury stabilizes?"

“Yes…yes…”

"So, are your injuries stable now?"

“Basically…”

"Go to the North Wall to defend against the British."

The sailor was stunned for a moment: "Sorry, Captain..."

"The British are attacking the North Wall. The civilian army's arsenal was blown up, and the grenadiers suffered heavy losses. Without our help, they could not stop the British." Mara took a deep breath, "I give you the opportunity to cleanse the stigma. Take 30 people to the North Wall. The grenadiers should be there to report to their commanders."

The sailor's face was pale, he shook a few times, and struggled to salute: "As for orders, sir."

The momentary personal anger was vented, but there was no way out of the retreat.

He was actually a little confused about the current situation.

The explosion in the civilian military camp should have been done by Frey according to his orders. There is no problem with this, the time and place are in line with each other, but the scale of the explosion seemed to be a little larger than his requirements.

The one who attacked the Watergate Tower should be the group of people who attacked him a few days ago. Judging from the time, it is probably them who snatched the San Carlos.

In addition, a large group of British people with live ammunition suddenly appeared outside the city...

Mara had a vague guess that the group of people who attacked him might not have been Torresias' conspiracy as they thought before. If they were not done properly, they were probably the assassins arranged by the British.

Oviedo was dead, and Torresias seemed to have been buried in the bunker. Whether life or death, it can be regarded as death.

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

Assassination, assassination, blasting, siege...

Mara's guess suddenly turned into enlightenment. He suddenly realized that it was impossible for Frey to blow up the bunker. The biggest possibility was the British!

San Carlos is full of British people!

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

The bow and snake shadows are all soldiers!

Because two of the three giants have died, if the British want to completely destroy the command system of San Carlos before entering the city, he will definitely be the British's final target!

Where is the assassin hiding?

Under the layers of cover of trusted sailors, Mala retreated tremblingly to the end of the plank road that was deepest into the lake, and the berth that originally stopped at the San Carlos.

The ship is gone long ago!

He didn't know why he was coming here, but he just felt that the farther away from that chaotic town, the better.

He suddenly heard someone calling his name on the lake.

"Major! Major! Major Mara..."

That sound...Ruer de Sebirian?

Mara suddenly turned around and saw a small fishing boat floating on the calm lake. On the small fishing boat, Ruhr, who should have been killed by Frey, was waving his hand at him, which seemed to mean that he wanted to board the boat.

How to deal with it?

Mala's head turned rapidly, and in the blink of an eye he changed into a affectionate and surprising expression.

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