"The distance is 800, the elevation angle is adjusted to 1.5, the three shots are rapid, put!"

Rumble! Boom Boom!

After a long wait, the British offensive finally began.

Spencer led his infantry to stand outside the Spaniards' defenseless north wall, firing solid shells at the thick logs from a very close range of about 250 meters (800 feet).

The Spaniards in the city were busy fighting fires and rescuing the wounded and trapped in the disaster, and the first reaction was ...... Sluggish.

The fort's defense system had not been able to respond effectively for a long time, because all the preconceived plans were aimed at the east and south sides of the San Juan River, but no one had ever told the soldiers what to do if an enemy came from the direction of the rainforest.

Some wise people proposed to respond in a regular way, and notified the commander to arm the militia, informed the Watergate to send troops to meet the enemy, and informed the San Carlos to respond from the lake.

This is the most secure defensive tactic, even if it lacks a little bright flash, but all three troops will be in battle, and under normal circumstances, it will be enough to hold a small fortress and repel the invading enemy.

The problem is that the current situation is somewhat unusual.

First, the only army in the fortress to maintain daily combat readiness, the Grenada grenadiers stationed at the Watergate Tower, were attacked tonight. The heavy casualties of the non-commissioned officers may be left to a later date, but their commander, Colonel Ovie, was stabbed to death, and the two company commanders under his command were also killed and wounded.

Who is going to command that group of elite soldiers who are arrogant to the bone? At this critical moment when the whole city is panicking, who can command that group of elite soldiers?

The second situation, sailors.

A few days ago, the Lakeside Port Authority was the first to be attacked, and the remaining two departments stood by and watched.

Although Major Marat is alive and well, it has long been known that he refuses to carry out his duties under his command, and now how can he be persuaded to give up the safe evacuation route on the water and fight the enemy outside the wall for the sake of the fortress?

Don't forget, this group of unknown Britons has cannons!

In the end, the People's Army itself ......

If outsiders are unreliable, these soldiers who have their homes in San Carlos must be reliable.

However, the civilian army was armed for battle, and in peacetime the munitions were kept in the bunker at their feet, and 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 the soldiers who went down to fight the fire, the explosion point should be near the arsenal.

The entire auditorium had collapsed so badly that it would take about a week to open an improvised passage through the rubble, and it would take more than three weeks to rescue the arms and commanders who might have escaped the catastrophe and their unknown fate.

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

Despair gripped the fortress.

The powerful armed forces of seven companies and one frigate, when it really came time for the foreign enemy to invade, they could not even send a single soldier, and could only watch the British bombard their city walls with small-caliber light artillery within reach.

The log walls are crumbling.

In line with the idea of a dead horse being a live horse doctor, the company commanders of the People's Army who gathered together quickly elected representatives and asked for help from the Port Authority and Watergate at the same time as quickly as possible.

Watergate was quick to respond kindly.

The company commander, who was lucky enough to escape from Blackbeard's knife, gathered 142 grenadiers with minor injuries in the shortest possible time, dragged his body scars and mental exhaustion straight to the north wall to establish a defensive line.

Marat lived up to expectations.

The representatives of the People's Army did not see him at all, and as soon as they heard that the British had bombarded the city walls, he rushed to the dock with the sailors who filled the entire villa with all the valuables they could.

However......

Marat stared blankly at the empty berth in front of him, and kicked the captain of the sailor to the ground.

"You say that more than a dozen bandits attacked my ship when the civilian camp exploded, and it took less than ten minutes to defeat you, and then fled in front of you in my boat?"

"Yes...... Be! ”

"Why don't you report it now!"

The sailor captain cried with a sad face: "We only survived four of us, and each of them had wounds. This one...... Anyway, San Carlos didn't have a gunboat to pursue, so we thought ......"

"You just think, if you can't catch up anyway, why don't you treat the wound first, and then report it when the injury is stable?"

"Yes...... It's ......"

"Now, are your injuries stable?"

"Largely ......"

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

The sailor was stunned for a moment: "I'm sorry, Captain......"

"The British are attacking the northern wall, the arsenal of the Nationalist army has been blown up, the grenadiers have suffered heavy losses, and they cannot hold back the British without our help." Marat took a deep breath, "I'm giving you a chance to wash away your stigma. Take 30 people to the north wall, where the grenadiers should be, go and report to their commander. ”

The sailor's face turned pale, shook a few times, and struggled to salute: "Yes, sir." ”

A momentary personal anger was vented, but Marat's retreat still had no way out.

He actually didn't know what was going on.

The explosion in the civilian camp should have been done by Frey on his orders, and there was no problem at all, the time and place were right, but the scale of the explosion seemed to be a star and a half greater than his request.

The attack on the Watergate Tower should be the same group of people who attacked him a few days ago, and judging by the time, it is likely that they were the same people who stole the San Carlos.

Plus a large group of heavily armed Britons suddenly appeared outside the city......

Marat had a vague suspicion that the group of men who attacked him were probably not Torresias plots, as he had previously thought, and that they were probably assassins arranged by the British.

Oviedo is dead, and Torresias seems to be buried in the bunker, both alive and dead, as if they were dead.

He was the only one left in the former San Carlos Triumvirate in a blink of an eye, and the beginning of all these events was the attack a few days ago!

Assassination, Assassination, Demolition, Siege ......

Marat's guess suddenly turned into a realization, and he suddenly figured out that it could not be Frey who blew up the bunker, the most likely, it was the British!

San Carlos is full of Brits!

After figuring out the crux of the matter, a sense of fear immediately grabbed Marat's heart from all sides.

Cup bow snake shadow, grass and trees are soldiers!

Because two of the Big Three have already died, if the British want to completely destroy the chain of command of San Carlos before entering the city, he must be the last target of the British!

Where are the Assassins hiding?

Under the cover of his cronies and sailors, Marat retreated tremblingly to the end of the boardwalk that went deepest into the lake, where the San Carlos had been docked.

The ship is long gone!

He didn't know why he was here, but he thought it would be better to get as far away from the chaotic town as possible.

He suddenly heard someone on the lake calling his name.

"Major! Major! Major Marat......"

The voice...... Ruhr. Morality. Sebilian?

Marat jerked his head back and saw a small fishing boat drifting on the calm lake. On the small fishing boat, Ruhl, who should have been killed by Frey, was waving at him, as if he wanted him to board the boat.

What to do?

Marat's head spun rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, he changed to an affectionate and surprised expression.

"God, dear Ruhl! Come here, I need you! ”