Two Hundred and Seventy-Two BEACON Ⅶ: Thunder

About twenty or thirty minutes after the attack started.

Using the end of the plank road as a bridgehead, the crew of the Jackdaw completely suppressed the opponent who had lost more than half of it on the edge of the narrow embankment.

It was very difficult for them to escape.

At this point, under the power of the volley of guns, they will be shot when they enter the water, and they will also be shot when they leave the cover and move towards the distance or embankment.

Waiting where you are, praying behind makeshift cover is not a good option either. Because the whistle of the militia has already come, it won't be long before this place will be surrounded heavily.

The wharf fight with hundreds of people must be shocking news. Lorraine estimated the impact of this incident, and suddenly thought of a missing problem.

"By the way, there are more than a hundred or two hundred armed mobs, how did you let them surround the Jackdaw?"

The sailor who was questioned by Lorraine had a bitter face: "Captain, there are dock workers everywhere on the pier, in all colors. They gathered here and there, and some of them actually moved goods to the ships around us. , there is nowhere to guard against."

"What about the gun? Did they store the gun in the cargo?"

"Some are in the cargo. We saw them open the cargo and take it out. Some... I don't know. They didn't have it when they got on the ship. When they got off those cargo ships, they suddenly had guns in their hands."

"Is there a gun from the freighter?"

Lorraine's eyes widened, and he suddenly remembered the previous sentence [the goods were indeed moved]...

"Damn! They may still have someone hiding in the cargo ship! Everyone gave up suppressing and retreated immediately..."

boom!

Shocking bang!

The shocking roar resounded through the middle and rear of the Jackdaw, like thunder billowing in the sky, and like the sound of a volcano erupting.

The bright red flames tore apart the starboard side in an instant, rolling and gushing out. Thick plumes of smoke drifted into the sky, mixed with wrecked shipwood, flying wooden boxes, and bundles of firearms in the boxes.

Half of the poop flew up, rolled in mid-air, and slammed heavily on the open sea more than ten meters away, causing waves like a tsunami to hit the wilderness.

The towering mizzenmast twisted and fell down, dragging a series of intertwined cables, dragged down the mainmast, and smashed them on the plank road, like the arms of a dead man.

Big fire, burn up.

Everyone, everyone on the pier stared blankly at the tragic scene that was hanging upside down that day.

Whether it is the attackers, the attacked, the sailors and dock workers who took refuge in disaster, or the Boston militia who came to support.

Lorraine blushed as if she was about to bleed.

"Using hundreds of lives as bait, just for this firework? It really is... a beautiful tactic."

"Karen, bring 20 people back to the ship. If you can save them, save them. If you can't save them...abandon the ship, snatch people, and salvage everything else later."

"As for the rest..." Lorraine gritted his teeth,

Little by little, he pulled out the scimitar from his waist, "We have already paid the bill, and now it's time to enjoy the service... Gentlemen, kill them all, one, leave nothing!"

...

Its daybreak……

There was greasy blood flowing on the pier in Qianwan, and the soldiers of the civilian army suppressed vomiting and collected the scattered corpses.

Last night, it was hell.

The small seawall of more than 100 meters has become a killing field exclusive to one person.

The smuggler named Edward Kenway turned into a demon because of what happened to his love boat. With the support and cover of a whole musketeer team, he beheaded more than 30 people with his own hands.

The soldiers of the militia have never seen or imagined that righteous vengeance can be so evil.

First is the kill order.

After the Jackdaw exploded, the sailors on the plank launched a lore to the attackers scattered on the small seawall.

The shooters locked on all the piles of people hiding in groups of three or four. Those who wanted to raise their guns were shot, and those who wanted to escape were shot. Only those who bravely rushed out of the cover or cowardly hid in the cover were shot. pardon.

What awaited them were those two terrifying Arabian scimitars. Lorraine roamed alone on the embankment like a beast, raised his knife to the brave or the coward, and cut it down! 877 Good Book Network

The bright red blood soaked his clothes again and again, and covered every inch of the seawall with his footsteps.

After he finished killing, there were no more living people to breathe, and the sailors who took turns arrived under the leadership of the sailors.

The new anger needs to be vented, not to mention that the demon has more powerful power in his hands.

Another round of larger-scale killings began.

Lorraine conducted a mandatory search of more than 30 ships in ten nearby berths on the grounds that the thugs needed to avoid risks.

All the blacks and Indians were forcibly dragged off the boat by him, lined up in a long line, with their hands tied behind their backs, kneeling on the plank road and accepted the mass shooting.

Carmen and Bell set up a table under the embankment where the militia stood with a cold face, inspected the slave contract on the spot, and made a professional on-site claim settlement for each slave owner who asked to be released.

Contract description, on-site inspection, determination of depreciation, settlement of money, and then a shot in front of the slave owner to crack the slave's head. After both parties confirm the death of the body, the person and the contract are pushed into the sea.

Unclaimed slaves were treated differently.

Some sailors would come forward and ask their owner's name, price and time of purchase, and those who could answer would chop off their middle finger and put their fingerprints on a letter of betrayal.

These bloody contracts, together with the equivalent money, were handed over to the two militia company commanders who came to support them. At the same time, they were also forced to become torture observers, waiting for the sailors to create corpses, and then checking the qualifications of the corpses.

Seventy-six people were killed in this round of killings. During the process, twelve white people stood up for justice or other reasons. As a result, they were directly knocked unconscious by the furious sailors, and they simply hung upside down on the execution ground. on the seawall post.

The only theme of the night was murder.

When the sun came out, the pale Jefferson and the gentlemen including several legion commanders rushed to the scene, and what they saw was already full of corpses and blood-red embankments.

Jefferson watched all this in astonishment, his voice almost trembling with rage.

"Edward Kenway! Do you know what you are doing!"

"Eliminate hidden dangers." Lorraine replied hoarsely.

"A massacre? It's ridiculous! This is a city on a mountain built by justice, and it's not a place where pirates are allowed to run rampant!"

"The city on the hill?" Lorraine sneered and stroked the loose hair on his forehead, "In the city on the hill, more than a hundred mobs with guns attacked my boat, and no one of justice came to help. The militiamen who are close at hand are long in coming!"

"It doesn't matter! I used my own strength to repel the mob, and I also upheld the principles of restraint and non-excessiveness and gave up the means of quick victory. I stood in a stalemate with these mobs on the shore, waiting for Boston's axiom to punish Boston's cancer!"

"Then, my ship was sent into the sky by attackers hidden on other ships! Nineteen brave and dedicated sailors were involved in the explosion, fourteen were killed and five were seriously injured. was pronounced dead."

"So far, you still expect me to rely on Boston's axioms?" Lorraine laughed violently, "By the way, the Jackdaw was attacked because it was loaded with munitions, and the munitions were delayed because of members of the Saints. Delay, I will put up with this customer because of the wishes of the Continental Army, and I will take this order because of a promise."

"It turned out I never got to see Cotton Jack here!"

"Mr. Jefferson, don't you think it's funny to turn things around? Cotton Jack...is Virginia's friend?"

Jefferson's face changed drastically: "Kenway, calm down! There are too many coincidences in this matter, and far-fetched explanations will only make you lose your true friends..."

"I know the explanation just now is irrational."

Lorraine glanced at the Boston gentlemen on the seawall intentionally or unintentionally, and suddenly interrupted Jefferson.

"But since you can't even hide the munitions, it's not surprising that some people know more. You can guarantee that you won't do it, but can you also guarantee that no one wants me to think so ?”

"You're saying...the attack was on..."

"It's just a simple reasoning." Lorraine took a deep breath. "Although you didn't say anything, I guess there is an English ghost on the seawall? Compared to an enthusiastic supporter of Boston, a friend from Baltimore Does his identity make him care more?"

Jefferson suddenly calmed down.

"A very reasonable analysis, Kenway, but unfortunately this is not the place to talk. Can your boat still move?"

Lorraine shook her head regretfully: "The fire was extinguished, and the ship was lucky enough not to sink, but my boatman told me that she has lost the value of repairing it, and it is impossible for her to sail out of the port based on the current situation."

"Then I will arrange the tugboat to go to Back Bay. The salvage and cleaning here will be done by the Saints."

"Back Bay? The Pioneers?"

Jefferson shook his head solemnly: "I have an absolutely reliable friend who runs a shipyard in Back Bay. Although he is not a member of the Seamen's Guild, in terms of strength, he is definitely not inferior to any force or individual in Back Bay. It'll be safe there."

"It's safe...is it?"

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