It took nearly an hour for Blackbeard to finally end his meeting with Marat.

When the hatch opened, Lorraine smelled an indescribable stench of sweat, and then saw Marat, unscathed, sitting on the ground in a dejected manner, his eyes glazed and pale.

"You scared him?" Lorraine asked angrily.

"I just talked to him about some past experiences, some executions, some pleading. He seemed to believe that you would allow me to dispose of him at will, which is why he was very empathetic, and cooperated in many topics that I didn't expect, such as ......" Speaking of this, Blackbeard sneered, "Boy, you are actually British!" ”

"I've always been British."

"But I thought you were a Spaniard, a naval officer, or a captain of the guards hired by Marat!"

Lorraine shrugged ruefully: "That sounds more like your question, Your Highness." Cautious people are used to having an idea of their goals before they act, and you are clearly not the case. ”

"I believe more in the fog shattered by power!" Blackbeard took a deep breath and tried to calm down, "But at least after we make peace, you'll have plenty of time to confess your identity to me, instead of letting me meet Marat like a clown, and almost ruining the conversation through ignorance!" ”

"Is this a sign of weakness?"

"When I cut off your head, I swear, I will sincerely show weakness to it!"

"There's nothing to talk about." Lorraine stomped her feet and turned around, "Your Highness, not all fog can be shattered with a sword, as if Marat were my captive, that Baron Torresias...... It also happens to be my captive. ”

……

The packed San Carlos set sail back towards the lakeshore, but as part of the campaign, her role had long since degenerated from being a charcoal in the snow to a dispensable icing on the cake.

This is also a helpless thing.

The land support was delayed by Blackbeard's assault for more than two hours, during which time Major Spencer had already found a way to crack open the shell of the bunker on his own, which was the heavy shore defense guns that belonged to the Spaniards on the walls and waterfronts.

These twelve to eighteen pound guns were already considered entry-level heavy firepower on land, and since the problem of carrying them with the army was never considered, they were the cheapest cast iron, with neither bottom rails nor gun carriages, and they appeared bulky and clumsy in practical application.

Such artillery is useless in conventional combat, but in San Carlos at the moment, they have unexpectedly become sharp weapons.

The British broke the city, and the Spaniards were able to hold back the northern wall with only a limited force.

The grenadiers from Grenada and the sailors abandoned by Marat were powerless in the face of the line and light artillery commanded by Spencer, and were soon pinned down into the bunkers, where they continued to resist with strong ramparts. They completely ignored the civilian army outside the bunker.

The militias who had been stationed in the forts were the most crucial hope for the Spaniards to turn defeat into victory, but no one gave them the right orders from the beginning to the end, until Spencer noticed the fire of the forts, and only sent a company to disperse and sweep, and the powder magazine of the city wall was seized intact.

The battle has run out of tricks.

Spencers had cannons, guns, gunpowder and pellets that would make them work, and they had a lot of energy and high morale under their command, while the Spaniards had nothing but vision.

In a sad vision, they watched as the British turned the battery, a dozen heavy guns emitting smoke and hammering aimlessly above the bunker.

Again, and again......

The barracks built by the People's Army above the bunker were first razed to the ground, and the flames ignited the surrounding buildings. Fleeing citizens flocked to the bunker, but Spencer did not stop him, but found several passages in and out of the bunker through the trajectory of the flow of people from a distance.

Immediately after 2:40 a.m., the bombing points began to gather purposefully, and the semi-covered gun emplacements scattered throughout the barracks, covered by the officers' quarters, became the key targets of the bombardment.

At 3:25 a.m., the San Carlos joined the offensive and put more pressure on the Spaniards huddled in the bunker with more intense artillery fire.

At 4:30 a.m., the last semi-sheltered gun emplacement collapsed.

At 5:15 a.m., at sunrise, the Spaniards announced their surrender, the offensive and defensive battle of San Carlos ended, and San Carlos completed the final change of hands in the smoke of gunpowder.

When the day dawned, the San Carlos returned to the boardwalk where it had left the night before, and Nelson, Lorraine, and Blackbeard disembarked and met a tired and excited Spencer on the uneven docks.

"Sir, fortunately, the garrison of the Kingdom of Spain in San Carlos surrendered in formation, with a total of 672 prisoners and 27 wounded, of which the serious wounded have been called for urgent treatment by local doctors."

"Thank you for your efforts, Major, our Army has fought a good battle." Nelson complimented according to etiquette.

Spencer nodded heavily: "Yes, the great victory depends on the courage of the soldiers, in this battle, our good fellows braved the heavy artillery fire, three warriors gave their lives, and seven others were injured to varying degrees. ”

"This is war, Major. The war is ruthless, and as commanders, we must mourn and change......"

The two sang and drank on the stage, and Blackbeard beside Lorraine listened to it with his eyebrows jumping.

"Boy, are British officers so shameless? Even I heard that you blew up the main arsenal of the Spaniards and wiped out their commanders......"

"Your Highness, the Colonel and Major are discussing a regular war report. If the translation is more straightforward, it is the major who asks for instructions, whether the army can be used as the main body of meritorious service. The colonel replied to him that if the merit was to be repaid by the main body, the casualties of the army were not large enough, and they needed to be properly expanded. ”

Blackbeard's white eyes almost rolled to the sky: "Then what are you fighting for life and death?" ”

"Profit, fame, favor...... I was able to get a lot of things. Lorraine tilted her head and thought for a moment, "But because the official war report will eventually be presented to His Majesty, the value of the mercenary needs to be skillfully erased, and only put it in the war report handed over to the military department." After all...... All glory shall be to my king. ”

“…… Shameful politics! ”

The conclusion came out, and Lorraine continued to watch the play with peace of mind, but not long after watching it, Blackbeard came up again.

"Little ...... Drake, about my meeting with Torresias......"

"It seems like two hours ago we just broke up over this topic......" Lorraine looked at Blackbeard dejectedly, "I thought you would be more patient, at least ...... Will pass the colonel ......"

"Nelson, of course I've looked for him!" Blackbeard scolded hatefully, "But he said that Marat was a condition of cooperation, and that he had a position to persuade you to hand over your captives." But Torresias was not in the agreement, and the last time they met, Marat was too much to eat......"

"Consumption?"

"That's what he said."

Lorraine was deeply impressed by Nelson's meanness.

But he had to hold back a laugh and take his composure and seriously consider his feeding plan for Blackbeard to make sure that the reckless shark wouldn't bite back when it hissed at its enemies.

He was silent for a few moments.

"Your Highness, the fountain of youth ......"

Blackbeard's eyes suddenly glowed bloody!

When the blood flashed, Lorraine happened to look away, and the light voice implied smugness, as if he had not noticed Blackbeard's abnormality at all.

"Of course I know what you're looking for, after all, Torresias is my captive, and unlike you, I don't need anyone's permission to see him."

"And I assure you, he can't give you anything anymore. Everything about him is mine, and this is the ransom to buy his freedom. ”

Blackbeard gritted his teeth: "Tell me, how much do you think this ransom should be?" ”

"The ransom is priceless, Your Highness, just as youth is priceless." Lorraine smiled and turned her head, "Priceless things are not sold, but only given to true friends at the right time......