At this time, Captain Gordon already had some illusions of desperation, and what was even more terrifying was that this feeling was likely to become real.

He never imagined that in the eighteenth century, he would be surrounded and suppressed by the army that surpassed modern technology, he only had two pistols in his hand, and when climbing the waterfall, in order to reduce weight, he even put the scimitar aside, with two hidden blades, how could he escape from here?

If he can get out, he must persuade Burton to get out of here quickly, the gold here is not so easy to get, and it is likely to lead to the destruction of the whole army.

Those Spaniards, if they want to die, then just come.

The soldiers cast in gold are a group of monsters who do not feel hungry, do not feel tired, and never have the moment when their strength stops, the red light is able to provide a steady stream of energy.

......

Gordon disappeared for three days, and Gore in the camp was in a coma for three days, during which time Gore woke up several times on and off and said vague sentences.

"Waterfall...... Golden Country...... Soldier of Gold ......"

Burton visited every time Gore woke up, but it was clear that he didn't have enough valid information.

And Mickey, too, waited at the bottom of the waterfall for three days, and every day when he waited for nothing, his mood became even heavier.

"You can't be fine, Captain!"

After three days of fermentation, the rumor that Captain Gordon was dead began to prevail among the sailors, and it was already decided that if Gordon did not return, Allen would be elected as the new captain and the contract with Commodore Burton would be completed until the gold was obtained.

This, of course, annoyed Mitch even more, but he had to admit that as long as Gordon returned, then all of this could be solved, and he didn't dare to imagine the speculation that the captain was dead.

Everything in the camp of the British was watched by Wilson, and every day there were people stationed at the waterfall, which took a large part of the people.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the fire was dim, and it was clear that they were running out of fuel.

And on this day, their reinforcements arrived.

A major arrived with a hundred and fifty Spanish soldiers, bringing them a large amount of much-needed supplies, gunpowder, food, as well as guns and ammunition.

"Captain!"

The second mate of the Terror-Whip arrived with twenty pirates.

Almost all of the twenty pirates were wounded, even bandaged, and there was a bloody mark on the bridge of the nose of the second cadre, which did not scab.

"It doesn't seem to be going well, is something wrong?"

With the supplies of supplies, Wilson drank a glass of chocolate for the first time, and after living in the jungle for so long, he felt that he was about to become a primitive man, and chocolate could make him feel the breath of civilization.

"Actually, at the mouth of the river, we had a battle with the British, and we had forty dead, the Terror's Whipmark was almost crippled, and Mr. Brink was leading men to repair the ship. ”

When Wilson heard the news, his movements paused a little, and the losses were indeed a little too great, but he didn't blame his second mate, after all, he really carried out his orders.

"Did you encounter those Englishmen when you came here?" Wilson chose to ask his most important questions first.

"No, Captain, we didn't encounter any Englishmen. ”

"Oh? That's interesting. ”

Wilson squinted, trying to figure out if there was any conspiracy involved.

"Mr. Wilson, the Colonel has come and counseled. ”

A soldier walked up the hill and shouted at Wilson.

"I see. The latter just nodded, understanding what Fidel wanted to discuss, after all, this was indeed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

He took the fierce pirate Karpas with him and headed for the central camp.

"Colonel, are you looking for me?"

Wilson sat down in a simple chair and looked at Fidel, who was already plotting something with his lieutenant.

"You came just in time, Wilson, and I have decided to carry out an attack on the British in the early hours of the to-morrow morning. ”

On the table, there was an elaborate map, and these days they had cleaned up the camp of the British, where were the sentinels, when to change the guards, and whether there were any traps.

"Colonel, I feel that the location of the support units of the British is unknown, this is not a good option, we should be cautious......"

"Stop your talk, Captain Wilson, I have sent someone to investigate, and at least ten kilometers away, there is no sign of the Englishmen, and this is a golden opportunity. ”

The Colonel interrupted him rudely, already disgusted with the pirate captain in front of him.

On the plus side, it's a good virtue of prudence, but on the other hand, it's just a pirate, with a ruffian, surviving in the cracks of the navy, and has long lost the keen sense of smell to catch fighters.

"Whether or not these Britons have a plot or not, we will be able to form a considerable advantage by eating these vanguards. The war has already begun, captains, from the crossfire at the mouth of the river, from those British infiltrating our camps, we cannot put the initiative in the hands of the enemy. ”

Wilson looked at the colonel in front of him, the battle was decided, the soldiers kept running, wiping their scimitars and spears, this battle was inevitable.

"I reserve my opinion, Colonel, is there anything I need to do for tomorrow's attack?"

He no longer stood in the way, because at this time, they had to unite all their forces, and it would not do them any good to fight.

"I need your people to get rid of those sentinels, and I know it's not difficult for your people. ”

Fidel's eyes were playful, even threatening.

There were probably less than forty sailors on the Terror Whipmark in the camp, and more than half of them were wounded, so letting them attack as the vanguard was simply looking for death!

"I don't think my troops are up to the task. ”

Wilson had been able to see through the Colonel's intentions, and even had a terrible guess that the man in front of him might try to expend his own strength, and finally monopolize El Dorado and kick him away.

"Your men must be competent, Captain, and now that we are drawing up wartime plans, you have no right to refuse. ”

The grumpy pirate Karpas pulled out his musket and pointed it at Fidel's head.

"Damn it, you're sending us to our deaths! Rather than die paving the way for your victory, it's better to kill you. ”

But Fidel had a sneer on the corner of his mouth, looking at this stupid pirate, there were two hundred soldiers of his own in this camp, even if he killed himself, then these pirates would be strangled in an instant, and El Dorado would become a bubble, which Wilson absolutely could not tolerate.

"Karpass!

Wilson shouted angrily, staring dangerously at his men.

"Captain...... I ......"

Bang!

A crisp gunshot rang out, and blood splattered Wilson's face.

(End of chapter)