George. Dewey's brows furrowed as he stared at the pocket watch in his hand, he had never cared so much about the speed of the second hand as he did now. Dewey was well aware that giving the order to surrender to the British was tantamount to nailing himself to a rack of shame with his own hands, especially at this time when there was no contact with the outside world.

Of course, Dewey also knew that he would not be able to earn himself any prestige and reputation by fighting with the British for a while, not to mention that the fleet and the shore defense artillery group trapped in the dock would only be killed in the final result, and there would be no net breakage at all.

Also tormented by time is the commander of the British garrison in Hong Kong, Bu Li, who was overtaken by his acting governor Luo Ke insisted that he had bargaining chips in his hands that could make the Great Song people soften, and it was obvious that this acting governor was against the time-limited disarmament order he had just issued not long ago, which was very likely to lead to war with Eagle Sauce.

If the Americans admit to handing over their weapons obediently, he will be able to get a round in the future, but once the old Anglo-Saxon watches who are trapped on the dock by them become stubborn, then he will be completely disgraced.

Even if the two sides of the confrontation at the dock do not escalate because of the so-called ultimatum, the continued stalemate will force him to follow Locke's "advice", and his ambition to take over as the 12th governor of Hong Kong will be frustrated.

For those things in Victoria Harbor, it is not only Dewey who is in a dilemma and Bu Li who is difficult to ride a tiger, Ah Hu, who has been shot through the shoulder and an eye, is also scratching his head and cheeks about how to do multiple-choice questions at this time.

Hiding in an abandoned warehouse near the docks, Ah Hu's face was pale, and he had strips of coarse cloth tied around his shoulders that had turned dark red.

After the reckless attempt to ambush the British police failed, Ah Hu was put on the shelves in this dilapidated warehouse by several loyal men. This is a secret safe house for their knife men, who used to hide in the big business that would alarm the authorities, and then hide in the limelight or wait for an opportunity to leave the port.

An hour or two ago, Ah Hu, who thought he had lost all his chips, was anxiously waiting for the fishing boat that was going to take him to Lantau Island, and all he could think about was to leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.

It's just that the combat strength of the Great Song Dynasty official army is too special beyond Ah Hu's imagination, and the brothers under his command have stopped the bleeding for the wound on his shoulder, and the battle situation outside has changed greatly.

A young man, who had also taken refuge after being dispersed in that reckless ambush, was panting as he described the bombing of the British telegraph office in Hong Kong and the fierce exchange of fire that was taking place around it.

Another little brother who staggered and crawled into the broken warehouse brought the news that foreigners had fled from the Mid-Levels settlement in Central, and according to the oral accounts of those Chinese servants and helpers, it was not difficult for Ah Hu to judge that at this time, the soldiers of the official army of the Great Song Dynasty had been directed at the Yingyi Governor's Mansion.

Ah Hu, who heard these news, finally found that he was still too young, and originally thought that according to the heavy money promised by Miss Lu, he and his team could be regarded as an important chess piece in the layout of the Great Song Harbor Island, after all, no matter how Miss Lu was not short of money, it was impossible for her to spend so much gold for one idle move, right?

However, judging from the battle situation of his own collapse but the official army of the Great Song Dynasty is still chopping melons and vegetables on Hong Kong Island, he and his own unpopular people and horses are indeed not important chess pieces like carts and artillery, well, I am afraid that in the eyes of Miss Lu, it is not even an idle chess piece that is not even a pawn.

"Big guy, Ship Lizo!" The younger brother called softly to Ah Hu, who had been completely depressed.

The boat came, boarded the boat and took these little brothers who survived the catastrophe to cross the sea to Lantau Island, where the vegetation is luxuriant, no matter who kills the deer on this Hong Kong Island in the future, with the gold promised by Lu Xiaobei, he can be regarded as a rich life in the future.

It's just that a kind of unwillingness to be extremely resentful of the established fate is boiling in Ah Hu's heart, is his sword and sword shadow just to change the stability of the rich man in the countryside for the rest of his life?

But looking around at the tired little brothers around him, Ah Hu knew very well that he was a gambler who had lost all his underwear, and he had no chips to turn the tables around.

These little brothers who still don't abandon him at this time, there are indeed many righteous brothers who are kind-hearted, but Ah Hu also knows that there are many financial fans among these people who do not hesitate to gamble their lives in order to share the bounty.

Relying on these can be said to be the demoralized subordinates of each ghost, but not to mention the comeback of Dongshan to play a counterattack, whether it can get out before the Hong Kong British police or Hong Ye rushed to exterminate it is still unknown, hey, fate, admit it!

"Big guy, I'll help you up." As he spoke, he picked up Ah Hu, who was sitting on the edge of a large wooden box.

"Big, big guy, the boatman wants to only get on the boat at the dock." A little brother who went out to explore the wind ran in and reported the news that he needed to change places and board the ship.

"What's the matter?" Ah Hu asked irritably.

So this little brother told Ah Hu the news that the Eagle Sauce fleet and the British army had just come to shoot at each other on the pier, and the fishermen who came to meet them in fishing boats were worried about being injured by mistake, so they made the decision to change the location of the joint.

Hey, how did I forget that there was still this stubble! Hearing the news, Ah Hu remembered that Feng Shang had mentioned to him that Miss Lu had also issued a higher bounty mission - to storm a steam winch guarded by British troops on the dock, and put away the large iron chains that trapped the American warship.

At that time, Ah Hu considered the cost performance and did not take on the task, after all, no matter how much he was not military, it was also the difference in difficulty between making trouble on the street and storming the hard steel regular army on the dock.

But at this time, Ah Hu's mentality exploded instantly, just like a gambler who lost and scraped his stomach and scraped together a chip with a small face value.

Well, the face value of the chips in Ah Hu's hand is indeed not large, but if this bet is won, then the income is too big! Judging from the current stalemate between Yingyi and the Great Song Dynasty official army, releasing this American fleet trapped in the dock is not just putting Sun Wukong into the belly of Princess Iron Fan! This military feat is not comparable to taking a group of gangsters to make trouble on the street and being cannon fodder for the officials and soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty!

The idea of leaving a name for himself in the history of the glorious ancestors took root in Ah Hu's heart, scratching and scratching repeatedly, although the remaining shred of reason reminded him that taking these demoralized men to the regular army of hard steel and heroism was tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg, Ah Hu always felt that the desire to gamble was about to surge out of his chest with the heartbeat.

While the three men in Victoria Harbor were tormented and anxious, Marcos and Yang Guang were also about to take the big test - the auspicious "Sea Giant" had crossed the line of Davis Ridge in the afterlife, and was about to enter the heavily guarded bay area of the British army from the western waters of Victoria Bay.

"Marcos, report on the progress of the mission." Yang Guang said anxiously on the radio.

"The passage is confirmed to be safe, but we have just discovered that the British have set up an artillery position in the E9 position, and it is not possible to determine whether it will pose a threat to the 'Sea Giant'." Marcos said.

"I'll pull it off, Marcose, are you too drunk? Potential threat is high threat, let me tell you? Serve it, you keep it for the New Year? Yang Guang resisted the urge to be rude and said.

"Yes, yes, yes, you bigwigs are very light, Lao Tzu came all the way to see God killing God and Buddha killing Buddha, this Nima shell is about to bottom out, what do I take to serve it, go up and spit?" Marcos replied.

These three warships with naval guns of the 38th Task Force have not received even a single ammunition supply since the moment they were teleported to the South Pacific, and the shells on this ship are really one less than one shot.

In particular, the F217 ship, which performs a lot of tasks, has the largest loss of shells because of the smallest caliber of naval guns and the fact that the captain loves to run the most.

So much so that when Marcos discovered the British artillery position that had not been marked on the map by the intelligence officers of the MI perimeter, he was no longer sure if he could destroy it with the ammunition that was about to run out.