"It's completely impossible to rush in from the front!"
In the corner of the largest tavern in Hoi Keng O, several people gathered around a table and were whispering. The slovenly white man who had just left Sihai Trading Company to sell firecrackers was among them.
"The door is right at the counter. People from their business can enter and exit through just an iron door next to the counter. But I don't think we have a chance to break open that iron door and rush in under the fire of several of our muskets!"
"We can't let them shoot. The patrol will arrive as soon as they start shooting. If we don't want to be hanged on the dock, we absolutely can't shoot!"
Another bearded man next to the wine table shook his head repeatedly: "In the back, with so many people inside, they will have to go in and out. No matter how tight they are in defense, they will never be defended by the musket workshop of the Victor Chamber of Commerce.
Be more strict!"
"The wall is at least three people high. It is almost impossible to climb up, and there is only one door for entry and exit!" The sloppy white man shook his head: "Sean has been observing there for several days pretending to be a beggar, and found that this is just the first time.
Defense, behind the high wall, there are portals and walls!"
He sighed with regret: "Let's give up this plan. If we can rob them, I guess it is the treasury of the Victor Chamber of Commerce. We can also rob it directly. These Ming people can be said to be watertight!"
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"Owen, you decide!"
Several people at the wine table looked at each other, looking like they were at the end of their rope: "The boat is gone, the money is gone, and even the last musket has been snatched. Anyway, if you don't make a decision, we will be hungry tomorrow."
My stomach is full!”
"Cheer up!" Owen, a slovenly white man who was obviously the leader, was somewhat dissatisfied with the sluggishness of his companions: "This is the territory of the Spanish, don't let them underestimate us!"
"Owen!" Someone spoke: "We followed you to the east to raise funds to support the parliamentary army. If we starve to death in this unlucky place, we might as well die fighting the king's army!"
"Then let's shelve this plan to rob the weapons store for the time being!" Owen thought for a while: "Let's solve the predicament in front of us first!"
He looked at the bustling tavern, turned around with a smile on his face: "We have been here for more than ten days, and we know that as long as you are brave and capable, you will never starve to death here. Every day
There are ships recruiting sailors here, and adventure groups recruiting mercenaries here. Let’s find a customer first. Is that okay with you all?”
"Sir, everything is at your command!"
Several people at the wine table laughed. It was naturally the best thing to not have to take the risk of being shot to death to rob the shop that was defended like an iron wall. And with their status and experience as soldiers, as long as they were captains,
If Owen can put down his arrogance and lead them as mercenaries, they will definitely become rich soon.
In their eyes, most of the people in the tavern were almost no different from trash. They were even sure that as long as they had the right weapons, even if they faced dozens of people in the tavern, they could eliminate them all.
As Owen picked up the low-quality ale in his hand, he felt relieved. His eyes wandered around the tavern. Like any tavern anywhere, here as long as there is a will, both men and women can find ways to make a living.
All he needs now is a generous patron.
His eyes fell on a table a few tables away from them. There was a beautiful Spanish woman. He didn't know why, but no one approached such a beautiful woman in a tavern like this.
His eyes passed over this beautiful woman and landed on the person next to her.
He was a Ming Dynasty man. He could be sure that in this shabby place, only people from the Ming Dynasty could be so clean and neatly dressed. And the experience of the past ten days in Haojingao told him that people from the Ming Dynasty were rich.
It is possible to draw an equal sign between people.
He was not sure whether this Ming man could understand his poor Ming language, but now was obviously his opportunity.
He stood up and walked towards the Ming man.
"Dear Sir, Owen, the leader of the Black Tulip Mercenary Group, would you like to pay tribute to you?"
The Ming Dynasty man seemed a little confused and turned his head and looked at Owen. Owen tried his best to squeeze out what he thought was the most friendly smile: "The Black Tulip Mercenary Group, from the captain down, is composed of great English veterans.
Both muskets and swords can be used skillfully. If you need a loyal guard, the Black Tulip Mercenary Group is your best choice!"
He raised a finger: "It only costs you one tael of silver every day to have the services of the Black Tulip Mercenary Group!"
"Where is your mercenary group?" The beautiful Spanish woman looked at Owen with wide eyes: "Did it appear like magic in the tavern?"
"Of course not!" Owen ignored the other party's teasing. Anyway, his target was the Ming Dynasty man. This Spanish woman would never hire him, and he knew it very well.
He pointed behind him: "They are all over there. They are all brave soldiers who fought against the tyranny of the king in England. Their fighting skills are definitely not comparable to those of pirates. However, hiring them,
The price you pay is far less than hiring those big talkers!”
He looked at the Ming people in front of him: "Just like now, you and this lady are sitting here. Anyone who tries to disturb your interest will face the wrath of the Black Tulip Mercenary Group, if you hire us!"
"One tael of silver a day?" The Ming Dynasty man seemed hesitant.
Owen said hurriedly: "This tael of silver does not include the food and weapons you provided for us..."
"But I think it's so troublesome!" Mingren said worriedly: "I will only give you the money, can't you be responsible for the rest?"
"Then it's not the price!" Owen felt a little regretful. He shouldn't have taken his musket to the firearms shop for a final test.
"How much will it cost?" The Ming people looked at them: "If you are really retired English soldiers, I can consider hiring you, but how do I know that you are not lying and deceiving me?"
"I swear……"
"No need to swear, we don't believe this!" The Ming people shook their heads: "If you promise that what you are telling is the truth, then you can sit down and continue talking. If you are lying, it is still too late to leave now, otherwise,