At dawn the next day, the world was silent, only two abrupt birdsongs, venting the joy of the early morning, and the red light was still below the horizon.

At this most difficult moment, large groups of people shuttled through the jungle, heavily armed, and then gradually approached the camp of the British.

At this time, Wilson and his sailors hid in the jungle in front of the camp.

"Are those Englishmen alert?"

Wilson asked, looking at the sailor who had burrowed into the jungle.

"No, Captain. ”

The sailor still had bandages on his face, and even during strenuous exercise, blood oozed from the wound on his leg.

"Then get ready for action. ”

Wilson nodded, and then gave the final order to attack.

"Captain!"

The first mate on the side tugged at his arm, then shouted in a deep voice.

"What's the matter? Henry?"

The attack is imminent, and every moment of delay will cause unimaginable changes, but out of trust in his first mate, he is of course willing to delay for two minutes to listen to his opinion.

Henry leaned over and whispered, "Yesterday, Karpas died at the hands of those Spaniards, don't you see that they treat us like a cancer, a thorn in the eye and a thorn in the flesh, how can you guarantee that after we have attacked, those Englishmen will not shoot at us in the same way, and we will be attacked in the back, and we will only die." ”

Yesterday, when Wilson returned to the camp with Karpass's body and explained the reason, Karpas tried to rebel and was killed by him by mistake.

Of course, it is impossible to convince Henry that Karpas is the most unlikely person to defect in this ship, and even if he wants to defect, it is impossible to choose such a critical time.

The blood stains in Colonel Fidel's tent were not deceiving, and some sailors could easily imagine what had happened when they heard the captain's roar.

Wilson's smile was a little forced, but he still whispered comfort: "We are a group, without our strength, they would not be able to defeat these Englishmen so easily." ”

Of course, he thought about this possibility, but the situation forced the British to point guns at their backs and flee backwards, which would definitely attract unrelenting shooting, and if they rushed forward, there might be a glimmer of life.

"Don't deceive yourself, Captain, you know that this is very likely to happen, and that we will build our lives on their mercy?"

"So what? what are you going to do with me? take everybody back and meet their guns? We don't always have a choice. ”

Any intrigue is built when there is room to operate, and now that the Spaniards have torn their faces, in the most head-to-head encounters, only strength is real.

"We have taken refuge in the British!"

Henry said what he thought was the best.

"We take refuge in the British, and then we get out of here, regroup our men, and sail the seas, and El Dorado is not something we can touch. ”

Wilson burst out laughing in what was supposed to be a very serious conversation, and if the British did not beat them into a sieve, it would be the best result, so what did he use to take refuge? Why did the British accept it?

"With the surrender of our force, the strength of the entire war situation is leveled, and those British have no choice. ”

"Stop, Henry, put away your naïve remarks and get ready to attack. ”

Wilson rejected his suggestion, if it had been earlier, there would have been some possibilities for this proposal, but the arrow was already on the string, and it had to be sent, and they had no time to communicate, and there was no way to gain the trust of those British, so they had to give it a go.

"Everyone be clever and follow my orders. ”

......

Two British sentry soldiers dozed under the fence, and there was still an hour before it was time for the shift change.

During this period of time at the source, there were no wild beasts to attack, no Spaniards to disturb, and their vigilance naturally relaxed a lot, and it was still nearly an hour before dawn, and they were really a little tired from standing guard at three o'clock in the morning until now.

A soldier wanted to look at the reddened horizon, trying to find something to talk about so that he wouldn't really fall asleep.

"When will our support arrive? It's been a long time since I've had chocolate, and the bacon is starting to stink......"

"Probably...... Tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, who knows? Maybe those guys have forgotten about us......"

"What about the girl you told me last time, called Jenny?"

"Actually, I don't care about Jenny anymore, I just want to see El Dorado, of course, it would be nice if I left here smoothly, Adjutant Gore regained a lot of consciousness last night......"

While they were chatting first, they didn't notice that anyone around them had already touched them, and several pirates with a lot of yellow and green grass juice on their faces had already touched the nearest place, and the long narrow tube was placed on their mouths.

Streaming down!

Two muffled voices rang out, and the two soldiers fell to the ground in an instant.

The pirates touched, and with it the muffled grunt of swords and dead soldiers, and more footsteps came, destroying the camp's simplest alarm bells and removing the whistles that the soldiers had carried.

They have plundered ports, and led by a coalition of pirates, infiltrated fortresses, killed sentinels, and broken down enemy defenses.

Such a simplest camp, without tall walls and without a large number of patrolling soldiers, the pirates rushed into the nearest tent and slashed those who were still asleep, blood flowing through the tents.

A pirate with a scimitar in his mouth ascended the stairs of the watchtower, covering the mouth and nose of the soldier with a spear on it, and stabbing the scimitar through the heart.

A Spanish flag, replacing the Union Jack, was waved at the outpost.

"They succeeded!"

Fidel lowered his binoculars and commanded the rows of soldiers with guns: "Everyone!"

The soldiers of the brigade struggled to lower their bodies, and shuttled through the jungle towards the camp, by which time the movement had begun to grow a little.

Lacking the soldiers' early warning, when the Spaniards touched less than thirty meters from the camp, an early riser finally noticed the abnormality of the camp.

This is a soldier who is responsible for preparing food, and at this time of day, his squad begins to prepare the ingredients, and at dawn, when the food is cooked.

The camp smelled of blood, with figures running between tents and sentries completely nowhere to be seen.

He was stunned for five seconds, and when he finally saw a sword-wielding pirate, he finally understood what had happened.

"Enemy attack!"

He let out a high-pitched shout, then picked up a whistle from a nearby wooden shelf, and the shrill whistle resounded throughout the camp.