The War Court and Lap Pillow, Austria's Mandate of Heaven

Chapter 1120 Whack-A-Mole Operation

The Austrian Imperial Navy did not underestimate the enemy. After receiving intelligence, they made careful plans.

Major Giovanni deliberately led the Marines to make a big detour, avoiding possible pirate strongholds or areas where sentinels might be patrolling, and chose a deserted beach that seemed to be uninhabited.

What was unexpected was that we actually ran into two guys wandering around. It can only be said that there is always a loophole.

Major Giovanni's first reaction was to scratch his tongue, but he immediately gave up the idea after seeing the two men's clothes.

Because the two people were wearing woolen shirts. In fact, woolen shirts are not only for winter. Thin woolen shirts can be worn in summer and have a good temperature regulating 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 traveling on the sea.

However, woolen shirts in the 19th century were not cheap. An ordinary sailor would need to save for at least half a year to buy one.

Although the price is not prohibitive for ordinary people, woolen shirts are consumables, and it is almost impossible for sailors who have to work on ships to choose such flashy clothing.

Could it be possible that these were the spoils that two ordinary pirates robbed from a merchant ship?

This is highly unlikely, as wool shirts of this era were mostly tailored by hand, and the only factory in the world that could mass-produce wool garments using machinery was in Vienna.

Moreover, the temperaments of the two men were very different from those of ordinary sailors. Most ordinary people in this era could not even read and write, and could inadvertently reveal their true identities.

These two men were undoubtedly officers or leaders. If Major Giovanni really captured them, it would most likely alert the enemy.

No one might care if two ordinary sailors were missing, but it would be almost impossible for two officers to go missing without being noticed.

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 or not one could successfully pass through the reefs depended entirely on luck.

In addition, there was a lack of effective navigation means, and the chance of missing the landing point was 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 were inevitable.

So Major Giovanni and his team members had already written their suicide notes before they came. This is a tradition of the Marine Corps and also indirectly reflects the danger of island landing operations.

After confirming that the two men had gone far away, Major Giovanni began to give orders.

"Marceno, Baccani, you two go to the front and take a look. The others can eat something to replenish their energy. We will deal with them at night."

"Yes! Sir!"

"Keep your voice down!"

In fact, the sound of the waves was too loud, and if they didn't speak louder, they couldn't hear what each other was saying, so Giovanni simply gave orders using sign language.

In the past, Giovanni did not quite understand the significance of learning sign language. At that time, he thought it was an alternative solution to the problem that soldiers could not master the "Thirty Words You Must Learn on the Battlefield".

In fact, Franz had compiled a complete set of tactical sign language as early as the establishment of the Marine Corps. However, the promotion of tactical sign language has always been difficult because it has not been recognized by grassroots non-commissioned officers.

After experiencing something like this, at least a considerable number of people will pay attention to tactical sign language.

night.

The island was already submerged in the darkness of the night. Only a tavern called the "Pirate Bar" on the dock was still brightly lit, with noises and obscene whistles emanating from it from time to time.

"So arrogant?" Major Giovanni was a little bit 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 named "Fuck the British".

After the fire at the port, several white women actually escaped. However, these women were not from Britain, but trafficked Italian female workers. This made Giovanni, a Venetian, want to kill all those Egyptians.

"They are so arrogant. We found their base just after we arrived at the dock. There are about a dozen merchant ships parked next to theirs, and the goods in the warehouse also match theirs!"

"Okay! Then let them know how powerful we are!"

Inside the bar, the dim lights, loud music, and smoke from cheap cigarettes made people feel dizzy, but that's what the pirates liked.

The bars also have cheap drinks and women, which are what they love the most. The bars stink a lot, with the smell of alcohol, urine, moldy food, and a little bit of blood, which is the smell they are familiar with.

The pirates gambled, drank, boasted, feuded, fought, and engaged in black market transactions, making people feel as if they had 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 sophisticated and can sit on the second floor, 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 would bore you to death!"

"What are you talking about! If you were blocked in an alley and beaten by someone else's father when you were a kid, you wouldn't think like that!"

"How can parents interfere in conflicts between boys? They are so ungentlemanly!"

"Being a gentleman can't buy you food, let alone the respect of others, you have to rely on this!"

Hill clenched his fist and shook it.

"That's right! It's more fun to be a pirate! Do whatever you want! Kill whoever you want! Damn the gentlemen! Cheers to the pirates!"

"No! Baron, to freedom! Haha!"

"Ha ha!"

Suddenly something broke through the window and a drunk man picked it up while cursing, but then his eyes widened.

"It's a bomb!"

Then the bar went haywire, literally.
The wooden door panel had already decayed due to the erosion of the sea breeze. With a loud bang, it instantly turned into wood chips that flew all over the sky.

The huge air wave not only shattered the wooden door, but also shattered all the wine bottles in the tavern. 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 dazed by the sudden attack. The frightened dancers screamed loudly, and the thugs in the bar pulled out their pistols to look for the drunkard who was causing the trouble.

At this moment, 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 drunkard's fight, but a real attack.

These so-called pirates were actually soldiers of 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 gate, but were quickly shot back by special shotguns equipped by the Marines.

Some people tried to get out of the window, but were almost always pushed back like a game of whack-a-mole.

(End of this chapter)