Although Gore is not good at arguing, he is also very annoyed now, and kicked out: "Shut up, you megalomaniac, if it weren't for the fact that you are always grinding and not having a detailed plan for doing things, how would we be tied to this ......"

"Hey, you can't say that about my captain......"

Mitch was clearly on Gordon's side, and then joined the fight, and then gradually got into a fight.

Gordon and Gore frantically kicked each other's legs, while the Spaniards on the side looked at each other, although they couldn't understand what the British were doing, but it was very interesting, wasn't it?

The five soldiers in charge of the guard almost let their guard down and watched the British dog-eat-dog. Even laughing.

"These people are really, they can still quarrel when they are dying, haha. ”

A soldier leaned against a tree, watching this very comical scene, and couldn't help but laugh, even placing his gun against the tree.

"Actually, I've always had a question in my mind about why these Brits are here ......"

A soldier not far away asked.

"Who knows? they may be chasing us, and they are trying to steal our fruits. ”

"But why are there only three of them? Where are the other Brits?"

The soldier's question stunned almost everyone, and the enemy was probably more than that.

Bang!

A violent butt smashed a Spanish soldier directly, and the remaining four were not much better, and were knocked down by the British Royal Navy soldiers lurking behind them.

It was only at this time that Mickey finally understood that his captain and lieutenant Gore were playing a play to attract the attention of the enemy.

However, at this time, Gordon and Gore were still spraying each other wildly.

"You lazy, I heard that when I was on Death Island, you objected to sending any soldiers to save me, but only my boatswain came alone, otherwise I would have died there......"

"You're a bloody spurt! Are you mentally retarded? Can't find a reef and wait for us to fight?"

"Always ask me if I have any plans, are you an idiot? I don't know if I have a plan......

......

"Captain, Mr. Gore, the enemy has been put down, you don't have to perform......"

Well, the two of them may have been acting from the beginning, but now they are angry, and they almost bite with their teeth.

"Gentlemen, I think if you continue to quarrel, you won't be able to leave!"

A soldier came up and loosened the rope, and then tied up the Spanish soldiers who were in charge of the guard.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little into the play, but it's really cool to scold!"

Gordon snorted, there was not the slightest guilt in his tone, this indifferent attitude almost Gore to death.

"The overall situation is important, and the big orange is important...... Eh, something strange seems to have appeared. ”

In the end, Gore's eyes could only widen, and he also showed an indifferent attitude, his subordinates were still watching, but they couldn't be looked down upon.

This time the plan was basically a failure, not only did it disturb the enemy and expose the fact that they had already followed, but it also didn't get anything.

"No, at least Colonel Adudin's journal was stolen. ”

Gordon pulled out a large notebook from his bosom, but fortunately there was no hard-shell book packaging on the outside, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to stuff it into his arms at all.

Gore took the logbook and flipped through two pages to make sure it was indeed true.

"Well, that's what we've gained, let's retreat. ”

But Gordon looked at the camp in front of him and was very unwilling, he was not sure if there was a better chance besides this one.

"Forget it, Captain. Mickey persuaded him to do the same.

The flames in the camp had become smaller and smaller, and the commotion had gradually subsided, and at this moment Colonel Fidel and Captain Wilson had come to the edge of the camp with their men to torture the British, where did they come from? What specific news did they know? How many of them still were?

But when I walked over, I saw that the British were gone, and instead five soldiers in charge of the guard were tied to a tree and even gagged with their own socks.

One soldier untied them and then ripped the socks off his mouth.

"The enemy fled right under your noses, and you didn't even give a warning, you were soldiers, tied to a tree without a shot! ”

Colonel Fidel was so angry that he couldn't believe who his men were, and according to the confessions of the two sentries who had been knocked unconscious, the enemy had been wandering around the camp for at least more than an hour, and no one had noticed him, and now the three tied men had fled so easily, in less than twenty minutes.

"Rice bucket!"

He repeated these two words repeatedly, and then ordered to the adjutant beside him: "Tomorrow we will start to intensify the exercises, the British are coming, and this is equivalent to a war." ”

"Yes sir!"

"Sir, I have to report something......"

At this time, a soldier who had been tied to a tree before spoke, even though the current colonel was menacing, but the enemy's situation could not be delayed.

"You'd better have something useful!"

Colonel Fidel forced his mood and tone to calm down.

"The direction in which those Englishmen left was the side of the camp......"

boom！

A huge explosion mixed with a shock wave spread from the direction of the camp, and the flames soared into the sky, and from time to time there were screams of soldiers.

The flames that had just been extinguished were rekindled, and had a tendency to spread towards the surrounding jungle.

The surrounding trees were dried by the flames and heat waves in the previous fire, and this fire has a tendency to burn the prairie fire.

Colonel Fidel didn't care about scolding the soldier for why he hadn't said it earlier, but gritted his teeth and brought people back to fight the fire.

"Everyone, stop the fire from spreading!" and nothing else matters now.

In the midst of the chaos, Gordon dived back in.

He could not pass up this opportunity, and if they failed in stealing, Burton would lead his soldiers in a frontal war, and this sacrifice would be even greater.

"Take a gamble!"

This was Gordon's heart at the moment, and no one could take care of him in the chaos, and they all headed towards the west of the camp.

Gordon bucked the flow of people, lowered himself with the help of obstacles, and re-infiltrated the innermost tent, the place that belonged to Wilson and housed the angels.

But there was nothing in the room, Wilson was no longer here, the table was lying on the floor, broken pieces of wood were all over the floor, and there was a bullet hole in the tent that let in the light.

He shook his head, and although the result was expected, he still felt a little sorry.

But at this time, he saw the notebook on the bed, which belonged to Abbot Wilson's nautical notebook, and smiled knowingly.