Chapter 1120 Whack-a-Mole Operation
The Austrian Imperial Navy did not underestimate the enemy. After receiving the intelligence, they made a careful plan.
Major Giovanni took the Marines around in a big circle, bypassing the areas that might be pirate bases or patrolled by sentinels, and chose a seemingly uninhabited deserted beach.
The unexpected result was that they actually met two guys wandering around. It can only be said that there is a loophole.
Major Giovanni's first reaction was to scratch his tongue, but he immediately gave up this idea after seeing the clothes of the two people.
Because the two people were wearing wool shirts. Wool shirts are not only for winter. Light wool shirts can be worn in summer and have a good temperature regulation effect. There is no need to worry about catching a cold at night due to the large temperature difference. It is suitable for those who are running on the sea.
However, wool shirts in the 19th century were not cheap. Ordinary sailors needed to save at least half a year to buy one.
Although the price is not so high that ordinary people are discouraged, wool shirts are consumables, especially for sailors who have to work on ships. It is almost impossible to choose such flashy clothes.
Could it be that the two ordinary pirates robbed the spoils from the merchant ship?
The possibility is very low, because most wool shirts of this era were hand-made and tailored, and the only factory in the world that could mass-produce woolen clothes with machinery was in Vienna.
Moreover, the temperament of the two men was far different from that of ordinary sailors. Most ordinary people of this era could not even recognize words, and could expose their true identities inadvertently.
These two men were undoubtedly officers or leaders. If Major Giovanni really captured these two men, it would be very likely to alert the enemy.
No one might care about the loss of two ordinary sailors, but it would be almost impossible for two officers to go missing without being discovered.
It seems that it is safer to land on the island at night, but landing on the island at night is actually an unconventional operation, because the risk of doing so is very high.
In the 19th century, visibility was very limited at night, and there was a lack of effective methods to improve visibility. Whether it was possible to pass the reef smoothly was entirely based on luck.
In addition, there was a lack of effective navigation methods, and the probability of missing the landing point was also very high. At least 30% of the landing troops of the Austrian Navy deviated from the course in all the night landing operations, and non-combat casualties have always been unavoidable.
So Major Giovanni and his team members had written a suicide note before they came. This is the tradition of the Marine Corps and also reflects the danger of landing operations from the side.
After confirming that the two had gone far away, Major Giovanni began to give orders.
"Marcheno, Baccani, you two go to the front to take a look, the others eat something to replenish their physical strength, and deal with them at night."
"Yes! Sir!"
"Lower your voice!"
In fact, the sound of the waves was too loud. If they didn't speak louder, they couldn't hear what each other was saying, so Giovanni simply gave orders directly in sign language.
In the past, Giovanni didn't quite understand the significance of learning sign language. At that time, he thought it was an alternative solution to the problem that the soldiers could not master the "Thirty Words Must Be Learned on the Battlefield".
In fact, Franz had compiled a complete set of tactical sign language as early as the establishment of the Marine Corps, but because it was not recognized by grassroots non-commissioned officers, the promotion of tactical sign language has always been difficult.
After experiencing such things, at least a considerable number of people will pay attention to tactical sign language.
Night.
The island has been submerged in the night, and only a tavern called "Pirate Bar" on the dock is still brightly lit, with noise and obscene whistles coming out from time to time.
"So arrogant?"
Major Giovanni was a little unbelievable. The last time he encountered such an outrageous thing was in Egypt. There were many shops in Alexandria, and one of the brothels was called "Fuck the British".
After the fire at the port, several white women really escaped, but these women were not from Britain, but trafficked Italian female workers, which made Giovanni, a Venetian, want to kill all those Egyptians.
"It's so arrogant. We found their base as soon as we arrived at the dock. There are about a dozen merchant ships parked with their ships, and the goods in the warehouse match theirs!"
"Okay! Then let them know how powerful we are!"
In the bar, the dim lights, noisy music, and the smoke from cheap cigarettes make people feel dizzy, but pirates like this.
There are also cheap drinks and women in the bar, which are their favorites. The bar stinks, the smell of wine, urine, moldy food, and a little bit of blood, which is the familiar smell to them.
Pirates gamble, drink, brag, fight, and trade on the black market here, which makes people feel like they have returned to the Age of Discovery. There is no doubt that they have forgotten their original identities.
Baron Heyman and his brother Hill are no exception, but they are more high-class and can sit on the second floor while hugging the dancers and enjoying the scene in front of them.
"Brother, you should be glad that you were not born at home. Life in an aristocratic school can bore you to death!"
"What are you talking about! If you were blocked in the alley and beaten by someone else's father when you were a child, you wouldn't think so!"
"How can parents intervene in the conflict between boys? They are too ungentlemanly!"
"Gentlemen can't be exchanged for food, let alone win the respect of others, they still have to rely on this!"
Hill shook his fist.
"That's right! It's more fun to be a pirate! Do whatever you want! Kill whoever you want! Screw the gentleman! Cheers to the pirates!"
"No! Baron, to freedom! Haha!"
"Haha!"
Suddenly something broke through the window, and a drunk picked it up while cursing, but then his eyes widened.
"It's a bomb!"
Then the bar exploded, a real explosion in the physical sense.
The wooden door panels had long been rotten under the erosion of the sea breeze, and with a loud bang, they turned into wood chips flying all over the sky.
The huge air wave not only shattered the wooden door, but also shattered all the bottles in the tavern, and the few people closest to the center of the explosion were all blown to pieces.
The Heyman brothers on the second floor were also a little confused by the sudden attack. The frightened dancers screamed loudly, and the thugs in the bar took out their pistols to look for the drunks who were making trouble.
At this time, more rockets flew into the tavern from all directions. The continuous explosions and screams made them realize that this was not a prank or a drunk fight, but a real attack.
These so-called pirates were actually soldiers from the British Royal Navy, so they chose to fight back at the first opportunity. A group of pirates tried to rush out from the main door, but were quickly shot back by the special shotguns equipped by the Marines.
Some people tried to get out from the window, but they were almost all pushed back like whack-a-mole.