Two Hundred and Seventy-One BEACON Ⅵ: Night Attack

Noisy night.

Tonight is the second night of mooring in Qianwan. According to the order of rotation, Katerina should be on duty, and Henna and Nuoya should be assisting.

It's just that Lorraine's heart has been restless.

Since staying in the hotel was restless, he simply took Karen back to the boat before nightfall, and forced the three women who were confused to return to the hotel to rest.

reason?

There is no reason, the captain of Jingui just can't get used to the "poor man's chicken" in the dinner.

The three women were quickly replaced from the ship, and Lorraine and Karen took over the defense of the ship again, and started the boring and slow duty on the deck for the second time.

After adjusting his defenses, Karen found Lorraine holding two glasses and a small barrel of rum.

"Captain, are you interested?"

Lorraine nodded indifferently, and continued to fill in his voyage records.

[There is an undercurrent in Boston, the sons of liberty formed by capitalists, the pioneers formed by sea merchants, the saints formed by religious groups, and the Continental Army...]

[Four land powers, two sea powers, the British are looking at the outside, and there are slaves hiding their heads and tails in the city. 】

[But even in such a state of internal and external enemies, the army in the city still did not show a sense of harmony, as if everyone had their own calculations, and at critical moments, there was a mess. 】

[If the British know that the Bostonians are now such a virtue, they should attack happily, right? 】

[Would you like to go backhand and cut a wave of bonuses for the second formation? 】

【We're about to start a war with the so-called Pirate King. Of course, the more friends at sea, the better...】

After writing this, Lorraine stopped writing, picked up the rum prepared by Karen from his hand, and took a small sip.

"Captain, how does White Rum, a native of Boston, feel?"

"Not as good as the Caribbean brews," Lorraine said truthfully. "For the same cost, I wouldn't send them to Europe."

"But they appear to cost more."

"Liquor tax. After independence from the United Kingdom, the tax on wine levied by the United States became more expensive, and their production costs were originally higher than those in the Caribbean, because there is no sugar cane here, and the finished syrup has to be imported from the Caribbean."

Karen shrugged uninterestedly: "Captain, why do I think you don't like this place?"

Lorraine froze for a moment: "Did you feel it?"

"Very strongly."

Lorraine frowned and thought for a long time: "It's not that I don't like it, it's just that everything here is covered with fog, which makes me feel like I'm going to hit the rocks at any time."

"Strike the rocks?"

This is a very serious statement.

None of the sailors wants to run aground,

Because hitting a rock on the sea will hurt the ship, the consequences are more serious than hurting people, and in severe cases, it will endanger the lives of the entire ship.

Keren became nervous naturally: "Captain, is it a clear reef or a hidden reef?"

"It's a more troublesome situation. I don't know if the reef exists or what it really looks like."

"damn it……"

Boom!

The sudden gunshots pierced the night sky, the style was so familiar, it was exactly the same as what Lorraine heard on the Jefferson ship during the day.

Lorraine stood up in shock, and only took two steps before the cabin was pushed away by the sailor on duty at night.

"Captain! Hundreds of people gathered under the boat at some point, all slaves with guns, blacks and Indians! They suddenly shot at us, and some people were injured!"

"Negroes...and Indians..."

Lorraine couldn't figure out what method hundreds of murderers with guns used to surround the Jackdaw without anyone noticing, but now is obviously not the time to investigate.

"Karen, you are in charge of the bow and starboard side, and I am in charge of the port side. Order the sailors to fight back. Anyone who looks threatening can be shot. I can afford it!"

"yes!"

...

Gunshots resounded like popping beans in the night of Qianwan.

Lorraine and Karen pushed the door out, and four or five sailors were already lying down on the deck, bleeding and wailing loudly.

More sailors began to fight back.

Lorraine equipped the whole ship with long and short firearms. When on duty at night, the guns were required to be loaded and loaded. This requirement played a role at the critical moment, allowing the Jackdaw to pass through the first round of backhands that were most prone to panic. Relying on condescending and dense volleys of guns, they barely formed a confrontational situation with the attackers.

Lorraine strode to the port side of the plank road, raised his hand to pick up a sailor's loaded Charleville, and shot at the shaking figure more than 20 meters away.

Boom!

The figure screamed and fell into the water, and more people dodged from his position and charged towards the narrow plank road.

"How many of our people have arrived!"

"Twenty on the port side, six on the bow, thirty-two on the starboard side, two are dead, and seven are seriously injured!"

Lorraine lowered his head to avoid a gunshot, and the muffled sound of lead bullets and wood came from his ears.

"What about the other side?"

"At least one hundred and forty fifty, and they all have guns!"

"We also have guns!" Lorraine gritted his teeth, his face livid, "Arrange ten people to move Charleville, and move more, so that the one who shoots accurately will be reloaded by another person! Even if we don't use the goods, we can still Guaranteed to have six staff!"

"yes!"

The sailor next to him ducked into the restaurant where the gun was stored, and Lorraine raised his body and knocked down another attacker, but saw more people rushing up the plank road, killing them endlessly.

"Have the planks been put away?" he asked aloud.

The sailor beside him turned pale: "Sorry, I'll..."

"Wait!" Lorraine suddenly came to his senses, "Don't accept the boards! Let Keren bring most of the men to the port side, leaving only seven or eight people on the starboard and bow, responsible for shooting and killing the enemies who swim and climb the ship. !"

The guns came and went, and the hooks were fastened to the pillars.

"One-third of the rotation, the tongue I caught explained it like this, all three."

"A third of the 200 people... 66. Tsk tsk tsk, listen to that row of guns, listen to the density, I thought there were hundreds of people shooting."

"So you'd better cut down on the nonsense, or when the gang of slave thugs are dead, it will be your turn to board the ship illegally next."

Ryan spread out his hands with a helpless face: "I haven't lived enough. So it's just a small task of diving into the cabin, please don't have excessive expectations."

Reborn as a Pirate