Reborn As a Pirate

"Eighteen turrets spread across both sides of the bay. The positions are scattered, and the height of five of them exceeds our maximum elevation angle, making it impossible to fight back from the sea."

In the captain's cabin of the Badger, Nelson and Collingwood huddled side by side on a small wooden bed, listening to Lorraine's report on the freshly released dock information.

Lorraine poked at the temporary sketch drawn in front of him.

"During the four hours that the family glory was moored in the port, I randomly explored three forts. Here, here and here, I saw two cannons, which were old-fashioned 18-pound and 12-pound land cannons, neither of which were capable of firing grenades. ability, which is probably the only good news.”

Collingwood touched a muffin: "Drake, what do you mean... none of the turrets here can fire grenades?"

"It can only be said that this is a guess with a greater chance of winning."

Nelson waved his hand irritably: "Naval guns can't beat the fort, let alone just being hit and not fighting back! As long as one of the five highland guns is a new type of gun that fires grenades, we may all suffer a lot..."

"Then... give up Le Laurent and go to St. Mary's or Baspint?"

These two are seaside towns similar to Le Lorain. St. Mary is a commercial port with a large population and a prosperous economy, but its sea area is not open, and the rocky beaches on both sides hinder the formation of battle lines and are not conducive to the use of fleets. The firepower superiority has already been ruled out as the target of the first battle early on.

Baspant does not have any problems with the terrain, but it is too poor. Even if a pure fishing port is bombarded into scum, it may not be able to achieve the purpose of luring snakes out of their holes.

Nelson looked sad for a moment.

In this operation, the key to the sea part is the victory or defeat with the French Defense Fleet.

But the Halloween Fleet is far inferior to its opponents in terms of hard power. If you want to win, you can't count on a dignified battle. The right time and place are indispensable, and mobilizing opponents is the most important thing.

How can we mobilize the opponent?

war.

The duty of the defense fleet is to guarantee the trade security of Martinique. Once the commercial port or trade route is attacked, she must perform her duties and leave the port to fight.

That's why Nelson brought his fleet to Leloran. Taking advantage of the fact that the Halloween fleet was still unknown, he used all his strength to strike the defense fleet so painfully that he had to dance with Nelson's baton.

But who knows, there are forts here that can't be hit by naval guns...

The risk suddenly outweighed the benefit. Do you really want to give up Le Luolan, the most suitable bait?

He pursed his lips and shook his thighs very quickly.

"Drake, if you are asked to bring a hundred people ashore, are you sure you can take down those five high ground forts?"

"The population of Leloran is not too large. I can guarantee to destroy the three outer buildings, but the two in the center of the town... need at least 200 people, plus two six-pound guns."

"If 200 people are drawn, the fleet cannot guarantee the attack density."

"Then there is no way."

"If I order it!"

"I refuse. Mercenaries can refuse high-risk orders. If you insist, you can choose to let the major lead the team."

"Cusbert is not good at commanding Marines."

"What a coincidence, I'm not good at risking my life." Lorraine slapped Nelson unceremoniously, "Besides, I just want to lure the snake out of the hole? If a field mouse is not suitable, just change it."

"Change to another...could it be the Lucky Horseshoe?"

...

The Lucky Horseshoe is a Brig-type VI frigate belonging to the French Atlantic Defense Fleet in Martinique.

Captain Nessie Childney, 29 years old, unmarried, is widely welcomed by high-class ladies on the island and even in the French colonies in the Caribbean for his handsomeness and talents.

There are many romantic affairs about him. The spies on the shore collected two full sheets of parchment in just four hours, sprinkling more than 20 pieces of information, but they couldn't find a single anecdote that had nothing to do with sex.

In short, he is an amazing humanoid self-propelled cannon, even Yacharin, who has been abstinent for several days, is willing to call it a strong enemy...

Relying on the reputation of French romance, Captain Childney, who relies on his face to make a living, is very popular in the defense fleet. He uses public ships for private use all the year round, and drives the Lucky Horseshoe to chase the ladies of various families. This time is no exception.

His target is the sixteen-year-old Miss Emily, the second daughter of Sir Prio, the Speaker of the Leloran District.

This young lady held her coming-of-age ceremony this spring, officially entering the high-class circle in her own capacity. It is said that there are so many marriage proposals that Sir Prio had to hold a second private ball just for her. The high society in Martinique announced that the young lady will not choose marriage until she is twenty years old, and she looks forward to sweet love.

Then there were more courtships than before...

Strangely enough, Miss Emily kept herself hidden, despite the increase in courtship, which included young men of all stripes. She no longer hangs around balls everywhere, and she has less and less contact with courtship crowds. For more than two months, no one has really been able to kiss Fangze so far, and even the Junjie who managed to ask her out of the mansion is rare.

Such Miss Emily finally succeeded in attracting Captain Childney. Even though the fierce battle in the Caribbean Sea was in full swing, even though the Atlantic Ocean was turbulent, he still drove his warship out of the naval port and chased the flower vines all the way to Leloran. A rose manor.

Here's the intelligence...

Lorraine, Nelson, and Collingwood looked at each other, all with the expression of having a stroke.

"Who... who collected this information?"

Collingwood coughed twice in embarrassment: "It is my first mate who cooperates with Drake in executing land scouts, and the work is very meticulous..."

"Four hours, no, six hours!" Lorraine gritted his teeth, "Your first officer only had six hours, and then he came up with this information! The major really thinks this motivation report is detailed? This kind of scum Can you really become a French naval officer?"

"Maybe... the national conditions are different?"

"If France..." Lorraine was about to refute, when Acharin's suave and suave smile suddenly appeared in his mind, and he stopped talking.

Nelson looked at him strangely: "Drake, you have also been on the island, did you remember something?"

"I didn't think of anything..." Lorraine shook his head wearily, "Forget it, go to my ship. The analysis of this kind of professional intelligence requires experts, and none of us can do it."

After a while, the three of them transferred the ship to the Golden Hart in Lorraine, and slapped the information on Yacharin's forehead.

Yacharin was full of excitement: "Really!"

"ha?"

"The information is true. In the past few months in the Caribbean, I have heard the name of Nessie Childney more than once. He is an excellent person, and like me, he is hopeless. Believers in romance!"

Amidst the resolute shouts, Lorraine vaguely heard the sound of cracking coming from Nelson's chest.

"Dream broken?" Lorraine gently poked Nelson's arm.

Nelson trembled: "No, I just thought, if the Lucky Horseshoe came to pick up flowers, as Mr. Desai said, wouldn't she not leave the pier for a long time? After all, Miss Emily ...sounds pretty inaccessible."

Lorraine turned his head to look at Yacharin, who shook his head firmly: "As long as you grab the first red girl before Childney and show off skillfully in front of him, he will definitely look like a red-eyed wild boar He rushed out the same way, wherever we want him to go, he will go there."

"But wouldn't it take a long time to get in front of Childney? Don't forget, we are only twenty..."

"Five days." Yacharin spread his fingers proudly, "I only need five days, and it already includes the fragrant night of picking flowers."

All the men in the room stared at Yacharin with a pilgrimage. During the worship, there were two soft murmurs.

"Scum."

"It really is a scumbag."