While the port was crowded with people, a cargo ship next to the dock was also filled with ragged people.
They looked dull and their eyes were numb, like two cows stuffed with cargo ship next door.
At this time, several men wearing exoskeletons boarded the deck.
One of them cut the chain tied to the iron door with a plasma gun, and the other walked up to them and whispered loudly with the speakers on his helmet.
You are free.
Deck dead silence.
Faced with the movement from the bow of the ship, the faces were indifferent and didn't even look here.
Lao Bai couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
The players following him exchanged glances and whispered in a low voice.
What did you think of.
The clone of the Legion.
Haha, we thought of going together.
Looking at Lao Bai who had been saying something for a while, Fang sighed and walked to the side and patted him on the shoulder.
You're useless like this...I'll do it.
After saying that, he stepped forward, looked at the group of people squatting on the deck, and shouted in a couplet.
We are the alliance, the alliance formed by survivors unite.
Lao Bai looked at him in surprise.
Fang Chang gave him a reassuring look, looked down at the hanging heads, and continued to speak with a higher volume.
Before coming here, we have seen some of your suffering compatriots who have left a deep impression on us for their hard work, optimism and courage.No matter how bad the situation they faced, they never gave up...the crowded and stuffy cabin, the journey that could not be seen at the end, the rolling eyes of others, and everything you could imagine.
Later we found a place to take them in, gave them some wood and hay that they couldn't use, and they quickly built lots of houses by the beach.We then gave them land and seeds, and they immediately reclaimed it into farmland and plantations.We just need to pull them and they will soon know where to go next.
I thought that since you were their fellow citizens, you would be somewhat similar to them, but when we stood here, you looked at me with the back of your heads.
The sound was drowned in the rolling tide.
Some people raised their heads, but in less than a second eye contact, they quickly buried their heads.
It's like how dirty your eyes are.
Fang Chang looked at them, his eyes filled with pity.
Similar things have happened in the Rock City, but when the whip comes, the people there will move, and even before the league comes, the blood from the casino is flowing again and again.
It is precisely because of this that even if Mr. Sid is powerful, he dare not do too much. He still needs to make a name for himself when he should make a name.
But the situation in the Bharat Province is completely different.
When the rope is put on the neck, they not only accept it happily, but also place their hopes on the cycle of reincarnation in the next life, but even learn to use their butt instead of breathing.
...The Empire enslaved your parents, brothers, sisters, wives and girls, and sold you to mines, quarries, plantations, everything they would not want to go to.And you squatted there, staring at the sea like a beast.
Are you born to do this?Look into my eyes!If you don’t dare, just look at the ship next to you, the pigs and cows locked in the cage. What’s the difference between your current bear image and them?A group of hyenas in human skin asked you to squat, and you squat honestly. Do you know how we do it in the Valley Province?We'll peel it!Stew them into soup!
Only beasts are worthy of staying in the cage, and you should let them roll in, instead of squatting on this broken boat for them!
Get up for me!
The roar was like a thunder, shattering the waves slapped on the side of the ship and shattering the shackles wrapped in the heart.
The buried heads finally lifted up, and together they raised their knees that touched the deck lightly.
The raised pupils finally stopped dodging.
Some of them were written with surprise, some were written with surprise, some were burning with rage, and some were still confused.
But no matter what that is, it is better than the previous chaotic
Looking at the pair of human eyes and those who stood up from the deck one after another, Fang Chang nodded slightly satisfied.
Very good, it seems that you have some courage. Although there are not enough, we will lend you the part that is not enough.
As he said that, he took a pistol from his waist and threw it hard at the group of people standing on the deck.
Some people were frightened and dodged to the side, some squatted down again with their heads in their arms, but others bravely extended their hands.
Eventually, a strong man with short hair and shaved hair grabbed the gun.
He held the gun tightly in his hand, held it high above his head, staring at the guy wearing an exoskeleton.
Fang Chang was very satisfied with this guy's eyes.
Generosity and courage are both things that can be pretended, but there is no mistake in subconscious reactions. There are still guys worth saving in this group of muddy bars who cannot support the wall.
Tell me your name loudly!
The veins on his neck burst out, and the man roared with all his strength.
Lasi!
Several players standing behind Lao Bai almost didn't hold back the expressions on their faces, but fortunately no one paid attention to them with their helmets.
Fang Chang looked at the man with bright eyes and shouted loudly without changing his face.
Very good, Lassi!From now on, you are the leader of these people, the leader of the Avengers' First Corps!
Don't wait until tomorrow!Just now!We will now pull out the skins of those hyenas and see what an ugly face is hidden under the skin!
Follow me!Go get your guns!
Oh oh oh!Almost as soon as the words were finished, a deafening roar broke out on the deck, and the muddy pupils were completely ignited by anger and desire.
They looked at the man standing at the bow of the boat with a passion, as if looking up at their gods.
Several players standing behind Lao Bai and Fang Chang exchanged their sights in surprise and whispered in the communication channel.
Good guy.
What is Elder Fang doing in reality?
Lao Bai looked at Fang Chang with a confused expression.
Aren’t we here to steal the population?
According to the original plan, it would be a good idea to drive these ships loaded with slaves to the French Fries Port.There are their fellow citizens there, and naturally someone will teach them how to start a new life.
But now shooting them is undoubtedly a matter of trouble.
Looking at the group of boiling slaves, Fang Chang said softly with a smile.
What's the point of bringing these people to French Fries Port?Do we need slaves?Even if they were so nasty they just now, I thought it was expensive to give me 1,000 dinars.
Lao Bai was about to say that he could actually use the method of a refugee family, but soon he realized that that method would be too slow for the situation here.
Although practice has proved that the refugee home has indeed helped a large number of slaves who cannot take care of themselves to master a skill and reintegrate into the alliance society, its operation method itself is destined, and its carrying capacity is limiting.
Moreover, there is a prerequisite for the implementation of that thing, that is, local survivors have the willingness to save themselves and are willing to help other people who suffer the same kind of suffering as themselves.
Anyone here can catch any of them. As long as they can survive, they feel that they are fine. They catch a half-dead guy, and others think that it is his own problem.
Perhaps only by letting them shed a little blood can they have a little hope of ending this cycle of reincarnation.
But there is only a little bit.
Seeing that Fang Chang seemed to have an idea, Lao Bai continued to ask.
Then what are you going to do next?
Fang Chang looked at the ships next to him and narrowed his eyes slightly.
There were still several ships there, and they were fired in a while, and I planned to send a team of people to take them to attack the largest prison in the settlement.
Camp Rowell on Blackwater Street.
According to Sce's records in a continuously updated tourist post, the camp was once a shelter for more than a century ago for thousands of survivors, and some locals even believed that it was the predecessor of the settlement in Golden Gallon Port.
However, no matter what the camp was used for, it has now become the private property of His Majesty the Emperor of the Xilan Empire, and is managed by the Governor's Office.
In addition to the Yue tribe who were persecuted for inexplicable reasons, there are also a large number of bankrupt debt slaves and some special prisoners who have special identities imprisoned there, and the number even accounts for 5% of the entire settlement!
A month ago, the concentration camp captured and burned by the White Bear Knights was just a warehouse for temporary slavery, and its garrison was not very strict.
And Camp Rowell was the source of the slave trade in this settlement.
Before implementing the law of the alliance, they must first unplug that place, otherwise no matter what they do, it will be a waste of expression.
As a symbol of royal authority, the importance of capturing the Rowell camp in order to awaken the confidence of the local resistance forces is also extraordinary.
Looking at Fang Chang, Lao Bai asked hesitantly.
They haven't been trained yet, would it be too early for them?
Now they are facing some jailers and the city defense forces that were crippled by us. It may not be possible to wait for a few days.
After a pause, Fang Chang continued.
And before training, what they need more is confidence.We have to make them realize that their enemies are actually vulnerable!
……
The slaves on the boat got off the boat in a swarm, and the merchants on the harbor saw it but were eager to see it.
Especially a few big noses from the West Coast, watching the alliance drove the slaves on the ship off, and they immediately started to yell in a hurry.
What are you doing!That's my slave!A Willant businessman shouted angrily.
Fang Chang, who walked down from the dock, happened to see the guy who was yelling indignation and threw the newly untied shackles into his arms.
Go and catch it yourself.
The shackles hit his chest. The Willant Trainee subconsciously took it with both hands. Looking up, he saw the Alliance soldiers dragging wooden boxes with arms from the warehouse, smashing open the iron rope and taking out the rifles inside, and sending them directly to his slaves.
The face of the merchant turned pale and almost vomited a mouthful of old blood.
Of course he recognized the wooden boxes. It was yesterday when he handed them over to the port warehouse to exchange for the payment for the goods of more than a thousand animals.
Looking at the monkeys holding rifles, he gritted his teeth and finally swallowed the breath.
Retracted into the crowd and dared not speak again.
Facing the eyes that were staring at him, Fang Chang cleared his throat and raised his hands to continue.
This is our conflict with the empire and has nothing to do with you.We fight ours, you continue to do your business, and even... from now on, the port's tax revenue is halved.
Of course, the slave trade is probably impossible. We do not recognize human ownership of human beings, nor do we welcome any slave traders here.
But if you are willing to go to Silver Moon Bay to get a batch of goods we need here, we guarantee that you can make a lot of money.
We will pay in dinar or silver coins.
After throwing these words, Fang Chang ordered the skilled players to register all those who planned to pass the dock, and then went to the next ship.
At the same time as the identity registration was completed, the slaves who flocked to the port also completed their armed forces, arming a team of 2,000 people.
Although most of them hold bolted Ripper rifles, only a few hold automatic firepower such as blade assault rifles and PU-9 charges, and most of them have not received professional military training, their fighting will is rising like flames at this moment.
In addition to these two thousand people, more people who were not assigned weapons also followed behind with sticks and fish-killing swords, looking murderous.
Almost everyone except the elderly, women and children stood up, holding their anger to liberate their compatriots and families.
Now they are twisting the rope completely with one breath. If they have even a second hesitation, they may break the tight rope.
Seeing Lasi walking in front of him with a rifle in his arms and his face turned red due to rapid breathing, Fang Chang patted him on the shoulder.
Don't be afraid, we will fight side by side with you.
After saying that, he shouted loudly at the Killing Dagger and more than a hundred brothers of the Burning Corps who were ready to go.
Now!The Avengers who cover us are heading towards Camp Rowell!Go and liberate the detained slaves!
The slaves carrying rifles let out a roar that was shaking.
Oh oh oh!
……
At twelve o'clock noon, with a sound of cannon breaking through the silence, the second phase of the Burning Corps' offensive officially started, which was two days earlier than the initial planned time.
At present, the area controlled by the Burning Corps is mainly concentrated on the streets named after tulips near the port. It is divided from other cities by a circular road called Knights Road, and monitors a large area of city north of Jingalun Port with the Governor's Mansion in the northwest as the firepower fulcrum.
The equivalent of the area currently controlled by the Union is like an irregular pentagon, while Camp Rowell is located on the northeast side of this pentagon.
If Camp Rowell can be taken down, the actual control area of the alliance will be able to extend at least one kilometer northeast, and form a corner with the Governor's Mansion located in the northwest, pulling a control line parallel to the coastline on the map.
At this moment, General Abinan, who retreated to the slum, had no idea about the alliance's plans, and was still trying to gather the few remaining subordinates and the soldiers who had just pulled up to plan a counterattack, and rescued the Governor and the group of men living on Tulip Street.
If he still wants to survive, this is his only way.
However, at this moment, a mortar shell suddenly landed on the newly built defense line with a whoosh.
With a loud bang, the sandbag wall piled in the middle of the road was instantly overturned, and several imperial soldiers squatting behind the sandbag wall also fell to the ground.
Before the 100-man team stationed on the street could come to their senses, whistling bullets flew over with the noisy gunshots, and then a deafening shout-out sounded from the other end of the street.
Kill Ah!
I've fought with you!
Aaa ！！！
Listening to the tsunami of mountains and seas, the imperial soldiers hiding behind the bunker were all confused.
If they remember correctly, there were less than a thousand-man soldiers who landed in the port.
However, listening to the screams of killing the eardrums so much that it hurts, why does it feel like there are tens of thousands of people charging towards their positions?!
General Abinan, who was in charge of command, was also stunned.
His position is much clearer than the frontline soldiers at this moment. The cannon fodder rushing towards their positions are not the members of the alliance at all, and are clearly lowly slaves of the Moon clan!
Realizing this, his heart suddenly became angry and he clenched his fists tightly.
These despicable and shameless villains!
He actually sent the weapons of the empire to those lowly slaves!
The slaves were also stupid and unaware of what they were doing. They were willing to be cannon fodder for a group of robbers and stab the empire standing behind them!
Open fire for me!Blow up these dogs to death!
He roared and ordered the gunner to open fire, while he took the guards to retreat to avoid the fierce sharp edge.
The three 100mm cannons on the street instantly spit out angry flames, and three thick tracer lights rushed towards the crowd, instantly blasting a bloody gap in the crowd.
However, the bloody scene did not repel the charge crowd, and people had a natural sense of alienation from death that was too close and too far away.
Especially when the blood was squirting on his face, looking at the enemy who was close to Chi Chi, the anger burning in his pupils became even more intense.
These guys never regarded them as extraordinary, and the labels hanging around their necks could not even catch up with the bulls with two heads.
Since that's the case
Of course, they don't have to treat them as humans either.
In the valley province, we will peel the skins of hyenas and jackals and make them stewed!Feed the dogs with the soup made from their bones!
Rush up!Let me see if you are worth saving!
The roar quietly submerged the noise of the crowd, and in just half a minute the angry moon slaves stepped over the sandbag wall scattered all over the ground.
Their speed was even faster than the Alliance's mortars, and in just a few breaths they stabbed the bayonet into the chest of the artillerymen, smashing their heads with a scimitar that scraped the scales, avenged the hundreds of compatriots who fell on the street.
Looking at the group of angry beasts, both the city defense soldiers guarding the positions and the survivors watching were shocked.
Abinan's eyes were filled with fear, his hands and feet were cold and trembling and numb, and his lips were open and closed for a long time and could not say a word.
The adjutant who had withdrawn from the front line ran to his side in a panic look, looking at General Abinan with a panic expression and said.
Sir…those slaves are already crazy!We are not their opponents at all!Let's withdraw!
He was surrounded by several machine gunners who had been lucky enough to withdraw from the front line.
Under the guidance of the drone, the Alliance's mortar accurately sent away their machine guns hidden in the slum dirt house.
Now there are less than four hundred soldiers left in them, and the rest either fled or fell to the ground, and there is no hope of counterattack.
Abinan's Adam's apple moved up and down, and his wrinkled face was filled with despair.
Let's take it... It took him a long time to squeeze out the word from his throat.
If you were sentenced to death by Your Majesty, you could at least keep a complete body.
He was caught by the mob, and he might have to be chopped and thrown into the sea to feed the fish.
With the order to retreat, the city defense soldiers guarding the slums fighting with the mobs in the streets were instantly defeated, and the embarrassment of abandoning their armor was simply not as good as a regular army.
Lasi, who led the slaves forward, was also shocked by the bad behavior of these guys who usually look like a man.
It turns out that what enslaved them was such a group of vulnerable things.
go ahead!Looking at the fleeing city defense forces, Lasi shouted loudly at the liberated slaves behind him, and advanced towards the camp Rowell!
Responding to him were deafening roars.
go ahead!!!
Just as the city defense forces collapsed, Sunil, the warden of Camp Rowell, had already seen this scene from the sentry tower on the south side.
He stood here since the sound of cannons rang out.
When he saw the mobs crossing the roadblock placed by the city defense army on the main road, he immediately cursed in anger.
This stupid donkey!When bragging, I can’t even clean up the cannon fodder when it’s time to come in handy!
After cursing, cold sweat emerged from his forehead.
Because at this moment, he saw the mobs scattered in the slums gathering in the direction of Blackwater Street.
Obviously, those guys are eyeing this place.
These ignorant things...
He dared to put his ideas into His Majesty's pocket!
The jailer standing aside was trembling, his back was covered in hot sweat.
...Sir, what should we do?
Maybe there were people he had greeted among the thugs, so he didn't dare to let those guys catch them.If Lord Sunil hadn't watched him, he would have sneaked away long ago.
In fact, it's not just him who thinks so.
When I saw the group of thugs coming out of the port, many smart people had already guessed something and had already taken advantage of the chaos to escape from the back door.
Sunil gritted his teeth, and a trace of struggle flashed across his fierce face, but in the end his fear of authority prevailed.
The nearly 50,000 slaves imprisoned here are all the property of His Majesty. Among them, they are not only the cheapest labor slaves, but also many valuable goods of high quality. Even if they are sold at a low price, they can be cashed in 200 million to 300 million dinars, which is almost equivalent to the total export volume of Jin Jialun Port in one year.
If he lost this money, even His Majesty would be furious. Even if he was lenient, he would demote his whole family to slaves.
Cold sweat emerged from his forehead, and Sunil shouted loudly as the thugs were already killed in front of him.
Get ready for the battle!
A trace of despair appeared on the face of the jailer beside him, but when he met those fierce pupils, he could only take out the courage to roar with a sad face.
yes!
……
Generally speaking, when a resident of Golden Gallon Port sells all his wealth and cannot repay his debts, and the creditor is urging him to the death, the Governor will mercifully buy the bad debt in the name of His Majesty at a price acceptable to the creditor.
If the debt-ridden survivor can repay His Majesty’s debt within grace period, he can be free.
And if not, the infamous Camp Rowell was his last destination.
The prisoner here is more like a product that can be selected. Labor is usually sold wholesale to interested buyers at a uniform price, while some goods with special talents or good looks are marked at a slightly more expensive price for real-time buyers to choose from.
The prison guards here usually do not blatantly abuse prisoners, and at most they will only impose necessary corporal punishment on some lazy slaves.
However, it is certain that the treatment of the guy who has never been sold will get worse and worse. If he has not been bought for a year, no matter what his talent he has, he can only live in a pigpen or be sent to a mine where no one can come out alive.
Therefore, whenever the camp door is opened, prisoners from no matter which camp area they are, they will tighten their nerves and rush to the iron fence gate to look forward to it.
However, unlike usual, the gate of the camp is tightly closed today, without any movement.
...What the hell happened?
Almost everyone had such questions in their minds until the deafening sound of cannons and gunshots rang out outside the walls.
Teams of jailers ran towards the direction of the wall with panic expressions, standing behind the cover of the wall and fired towards the street. However, the fire outside was as fierce as a tsunami. In just a few minutes, more than a dozen people fell from the wall, leaving a shocking blood stain on the open space in front of the door.
The slaves near the gates were shocked and hid far away. At this moment, the outside of the camp was in full swing.
More than 200 bodies have been left behind by the Yue people who besieged Rowell Camp, and the casualties are still increasing.
Their combat effectiveness is not very strong. They only rely on their number advantage and temporary ruthlessness to defeat the city defense force that had been lying down by the Alliance beat.
Although the jailer training degree in the Rowell camp was far inferior to that of the city defense forces led by General Abiannan, the victory was that the organization was complete and relying on the favorable terrain caused considerable casualties to the First Corps of the Avengers.
Seeing that the mobs were just thundering and raining, Warden Sunil, who was lying on the whistle tower, finally raised his courage again and shouted in the direction of Blackwater Street.
Haha, you shameless betrayers!He actually tried to break through His Majesty’s fortress!I think you haven't woken up!Wait, the Gray Wolf Army stationed on the banks of the Yongliu River is on the way here, and you will pay the price for your atrocities today!
Hearing the reputation of the Gray Wolf Army, many Yue tribe members subconsciously showed a hint of timidity on their faces, including Lasi, who was the leader of the regiment.
But that trace of timidity is just a trace of it.
They have no way out after they have come here.
Looking at the camp that could not be captured for a long time, the murderous dagger watching from a distance could no longer see it, put down the telescope held in his hand and said in the communication channel.
Don't we really help them?
According to this style of play, many people will probably die.
A calm answer came from the communication channel.
They need to do this by themselves, and no one can help them... give them the seized 100mm cannons.
The Killing Dagger nodded.
yes!
On the other side, at the corner of Heishui Street, the Yue tribe soldiers gathered behind the bunker began to organize the third round of attacks. Sunil, who was hiding on the sentry tower, saw that they had no choice but to do anything, was even more unscrupulous and shouted outside the wall.
it's useless!Give up!You despicable and lowly slaves!You can't even aim!Come and fight toward me!Come to Ah!I'm gonna be!
Although he was clamoring, he did not leak his head out of the edge of the bunker. Only the concrete wall, which was thirty centimeters thick, could give him enough security.
The walls of Camp Rowell are five stories high and are completely poured from concrete. The thinnest part of the wall is nearly two meters thick.
There were 500 jailers stationed in the camp, and each wall could be divided into a team of 100 people, and there was also a team of people to help flexibly.
With the ammunition stored in the arsenal, he can stay here until the end of his life!
Staring at the fortress that had been unattended for a long time, a trace of solemnity rose on Lasi's face.
They have used all the ways they can be used, including throwing flasks filled with pine nut oil and phosphorus powder, including assembling simple trenchers, and even using smoke.
Until then, several Yue tribe members carrying shovels pushed a 100mm cannon and drilled out of the narrow alley.
The brothers from the alliance gave us this thing!
Lasi's eyes lit up and he shouted to the comrades beside him.
Who will fire the fire!
Obviously it is impossible.
However, after a brief hesitation, a dark and thin man raised his hand.
I have seen people from the City Defense Forces firing!I can give it a try!
Rassi didn't hesitate, immediately grabbed his shoulder, pulled him to the cannon, and pointed to the door in the distance.
Leave it to you!
The man nodded nervously, picked up a pointed ammunition from the ammunition box, stuffed it into the barrel from the back, and then pulled the barrel bolt.
He called the soldiers beside him to aim the gun barrel at the gate. He picked up the fuse and ran to the side quickly, shouting loudly.
fire!
As he finished speaking, he pulled the fuse hard, and the explosion of fire flashed the entire alley, and even the house next to him shook.
A thick tracer instantly rushed towards the door in the distance, leaving a large hole sunken inward in the iron gate!
He stood firmly with his ears covered and stood up from the dust. Lasi, who saw the broken iron door in the distance, was immediately overjoyed.
Let's send it again!quick!
Without his orders, the artillery soldiers who were ordered to take the shell out of the cannon and reload the cannon.
Seeing the iron door with a hole in it, Sunil, who was lying on the hood, almost pissed his pants, and his face no longer had the previous pride.
And at this moment, the second cannon sound came, and another orange tracer ran towards the closed iron door.
Then the third round
Finally, after five consecutive shots, the iron door finally fell backwards overwhelmed, raising rolls of smoke and dust on the open space.
Seeing the gate being destroyed, the Moon tribe, whose morale was already shaking, immediately regained the hope of victory and held a rifle and rushed towards the collapsed gate.
Kill Ah!!!
The shouts of killing like waves even shattered the smoke.
Looking at the thugs coming like a tide, the defenders guarding the wall finally couldn't hold back their fear and began to retreat.
Keep it for me!Never let them in!
He hurriedly escaped from the wardrobe, and Sunil yelled at the retreating prison guards, but he could not stop the defeat.
The prison guards in the northeastern section wall tried their best to open the door, fleeing desperately towards the slum outside, throwing their clothes and guns to the ground while escaping, allowing the survivors to go up and rob.
Looking at the thugs who were killing in front of him, Sunil could no longer see a little arrogance and arrogance on his face, only fear and begging, and he could not even say a complete sentence.
I, I was forced... I was also ordered to act...
Before he could finish his voice, a butt stock called him to his head, smashing him into his eyes and falling backwards.
I'll go!
Everyone rushed forward, stripped all his clothes, and slashed them to death and hung them on the whistle where he had squatted before.
The cages locked in slaves were opened one by one. Facing those familiar compatriots, the expressions on the faces of the slaves were at first at a loss, but soon joined them under the atmosphere.
The surrendered guards were concentrated in the open space and no one listened to the guys, no matter how they begged for mercy.
The Yue tribe, who was blinded by anger, killed these emperors' lackeys in the most cruel way to commemorate the compatriots who died in the battle.
The inspiring cheers echoed in the middle of the cage, which was like a dove cage, and the slaves, whether they were the Yue tribe or not, joined in.
The Killing Dagger, standing in the distance, reported on the battle situation on the front line again.
...The Rowell Camp has completely fallen, and I think it would be better to take over as soon as possible. If they continue to make trouble, there will be a big mess.
A long voice came from the communication channel.
...Well, this area is left to you, as well as the placement of liberated slaves and training. We need them to have a certain combat effectiveness before the regular army arrives.
The Killing Dagger made a helpless expression.
You really chose a "easy" job for me.
Fang Chang said with a faint smile.
Do it well, I'll be optimistic about you!
I'll give it a try.
After hanging up the communication, the murderous dagger waved and walked towards the Rowell camp with the brothers armed to the teeth behind him.
This is an unorganized riot.
They don't have a coworkers' organization like the Bolls in the Rock City and a villain book that can barely be called the guiding ideology.
If left unchecked, the violence that has nowhere to be released will soon be released to the ordinary survivors around who are not interested in watching the fun.
After all, when they were enslaved, those people were watching coldly. Now that they had guns on their hands, it was hard to say that they would not throw their tempers on people who were weaker than them.
No
Almost certainly.
Looking at the survivor named Lasi standing in the middle of the camp, the Killing Dagger walked up and handed him a cigarette.
Lasi was stunned for a moment, and saw that it was the friendly forces wearing exoskeletons. He then grinned, took the cigarette and put it in his mouth.
Thank you brothers, you will always be our brothers, and we will always remember your help to us today!
I hope you think so.The Killing Dagger took out the match and lit it for him, and then lit one for himself.
He finished smoking quietly, and he looked at the eyes that looked like wild beasts and continued.
You have achieved phased victory. As you can see, the Empire is just a paper tiger, and the emperor's men are all a group of uncropped eunuchs and hyenas in human skin.
But even a group of hyenas in human skin, it is not easy for you to defeat them again and again.Remember, a hungry wolf can win once or even twice, but it is only people who can win forever.
Lasi frowned.
What's the meaning.
Killing Dagger: It means to restrain your subordinates. The slaves here are not your spoils, they are your compatriots... I don't think I need to remind you.
Of course, Rasie said without hesitation, how could I be like those beasts.
It's better to do so. I hope our investment is a right deal, at least not bringing us some trouble... to ourselves.The Killing Dagger reminded him in the tactful way possible.
This self-defense counterattack is only authorized by the Alliance Constitution and the player manual, and players have the right to give limited counterattacks to all neutral forces outside the whitelist that actively attacks players.
As for the limit of counterattack, there is no clear definition of the article.
Dog Planning did not stop them, which means they did not violate the server's regulations.
But it is hard to say whether it goes against the manager's wishes.
This is a military action without the authorization of the manager.
The alliance is not taking the imperial route, but to unite the suffering survivors. As for how to unite, this scale is in the hands of the players themselves.
As expected, the manager should have received a report sent by the Niuma airship.
At present, no one has received an order to stop the military operation through the official website mission system, which can only indicate that the manager is temporarily neutral about the operation.
They have to do as few things as possible that managers dislike, whether they are indirect or directly.
Lasi frowned.
OK...you tell me how to do it, and we will do it.
His ideas were very simple.
Eat people with short mouths and soft hands.
Everything they have in their hands is given by the Alliance, and it is likely that they will have to rely on the Alliance's supplies for a long time. It's okay to listen to their arrangements.
Besides, he was hitting here with anger, and he actually had no idea what he was going to do next.
Push the emperor out of heaven?
It's too far from here...
The Killing Dagger nodded with satisfaction and stuffed the remaining pack of cigarettes into the hands of the flattered Lasi.
Now we need to train you and help you build a complete set of... In addition, we need a few photos, can we cooperate?
Lasi was stunned.
photo?
The Killing Dagger nodded again and looked at the dove cage with the open iron door beside him.
That's right, just ask you to choose some guys who look pretty good, and then go back to the cage and squat for a while... it will be fine in five minutes.
You may be bored, but we need them to block some people’s mouths.
They looked dull and their eyes were numb, like two cows stuffed with cargo ship next door.
At this time, several men wearing exoskeletons boarded the deck.
One of them cut the chain tied to the iron door with a plasma gun, and the other walked up to them and whispered loudly with the speakers on his helmet.
You are free.
Deck dead silence.
Faced with the movement from the bow of the ship, the faces were indifferent and didn't even look here.
Lao Bai couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
The players following him exchanged glances and whispered in a low voice.
What did you think of.
The clone of the Legion.
Haha, we thought of going together.
Looking at Lao Bai who had been saying something for a while, Fang sighed and walked to the side and patted him on the shoulder.
You're useless like this...I'll do it.
After saying that, he stepped forward, looked at the group of people squatting on the deck, and shouted in a couplet.
We are the alliance, the alliance formed by survivors unite.
Lao Bai looked at him in surprise.
Fang Chang gave him a reassuring look, looked down at the hanging heads, and continued to speak with a higher volume.
Before coming here, we have seen some of your suffering compatriots who have left a deep impression on us for their hard work, optimism and courage.No matter how bad the situation they faced, they never gave up...the crowded and stuffy cabin, the journey that could not be seen at the end, the rolling eyes of others, and everything you could imagine.
Later we found a place to take them in, gave them some wood and hay that they couldn't use, and they quickly built lots of houses by the beach.We then gave them land and seeds, and they immediately reclaimed it into farmland and plantations.We just need to pull them and they will soon know where to go next.
I thought that since you were their fellow citizens, you would be somewhat similar to them, but when we stood here, you looked at me with the back of your heads.
The sound was drowned in the rolling tide.
Some people raised their heads, but in less than a second eye contact, they quickly buried their heads.
It's like how dirty your eyes are.
Fang Chang looked at them, his eyes filled with pity.
Similar things have happened in the Rock City, but when the whip comes, the people there will move, and even before the league comes, the blood from the casino is flowing again and again.
It is precisely because of this that even if Mr. Sid is powerful, he dare not do too much. He still needs to make a name for himself when he should make a name.
But the situation in the Bharat Province is completely different.
When the rope is put on the neck, they not only accept it happily, but also place their hopes on the cycle of reincarnation in the next life, but even learn to use their butt instead of breathing.
...The Empire enslaved your parents, brothers, sisters, wives and girls, and sold you to mines, quarries, plantations, everything they would not want to go to.And you squatted there, staring at the sea like a beast.
Are you born to do this?Look into my eyes!If you don’t dare, just look at the ship next to you, the pigs and cows locked in the cage. What’s the difference between your current bear image and them?A group of hyenas in human skin asked you to squat, and you squat honestly. Do you know how we do it in the Valley Province?We'll peel it!Stew them into soup!
Only beasts are worthy of staying in the cage, and you should let them roll in, instead of squatting on this broken boat for them!
Get up for me!
The roar was like a thunder, shattering the waves slapped on the side of the ship and shattering the shackles wrapped in the heart.
The buried heads finally lifted up, and together they raised their knees that touched the deck lightly.
The raised pupils finally stopped dodging.
Some of them were written with surprise, some were written with surprise, some were burning with rage, and some were still confused.
But no matter what that is, it is better than the previous chaotic
Looking at the pair of human eyes and those who stood up from the deck one after another, Fang Chang nodded slightly satisfied.
Very good, it seems that you have some courage. Although there are not enough, we will lend you the part that is not enough.
As he said that, he took a pistol from his waist and threw it hard at the group of people standing on the deck.
Some people were frightened and dodged to the side, some squatted down again with their heads in their arms, but others bravely extended their hands.
Eventually, a strong man with short hair and shaved hair grabbed the gun.
He held the gun tightly in his hand, held it high above his head, staring at the guy wearing an exoskeleton.
Fang Chang was very satisfied with this guy's eyes.
Generosity and courage are both things that can be pretended, but there is no mistake in subconscious reactions. There are still guys worth saving in this group of muddy bars who cannot support the wall.
Tell me your name loudly!
The veins on his neck burst out, and the man roared with all his strength.
Lasi!
Several players standing behind Lao Bai almost didn't hold back the expressions on their faces, but fortunately no one paid attention to them with their helmets.
Fang Chang looked at the man with bright eyes and shouted loudly without changing his face.
Very good, Lassi!From now on, you are the leader of these people, the leader of the Avengers' First Corps!
Don't wait until tomorrow!Just now!We will now pull out the skins of those hyenas and see what an ugly face is hidden under the skin!
Follow me!Go get your guns!
Oh oh oh!Almost as soon as the words were finished, a deafening roar broke out on the deck, and the muddy pupils were completely ignited by anger and desire.
They looked at the man standing at the bow of the boat with a passion, as if looking up at their gods.
Several players standing behind Lao Bai and Fang Chang exchanged their sights in surprise and whispered in the communication channel.
Good guy.
What is Elder Fang doing in reality?
Lao Bai looked at Fang Chang with a confused expression.
Aren’t we here to steal the population?
According to the original plan, it would be a good idea to drive these ships loaded with slaves to the French Fries Port.There are their fellow citizens there, and naturally someone will teach them how to start a new life.
But now shooting them is undoubtedly a matter of trouble.
Looking at the group of boiling slaves, Fang Chang said softly with a smile.
What's the point of bringing these people to French Fries Port?Do we need slaves?Even if they were so nasty they just now, I thought it was expensive to give me 1,000 dinars.
Lao Bai was about to say that he could actually use the method of a refugee family, but soon he realized that that method would be too slow for the situation here.
Although practice has proved that the refugee home has indeed helped a large number of slaves who cannot take care of themselves to master a skill and reintegrate into the alliance society, its operation method itself is destined, and its carrying capacity is limiting.
Moreover, there is a prerequisite for the implementation of that thing, that is, local survivors have the willingness to save themselves and are willing to help other people who suffer the same kind of suffering as themselves.
Anyone here can catch any of them. As long as they can survive, they feel that they are fine. They catch a half-dead guy, and others think that it is his own problem.
Perhaps only by letting them shed a little blood can they have a little hope of ending this cycle of reincarnation.
But there is only a little bit.
Seeing that Fang Chang seemed to have an idea, Lao Bai continued to ask.
Then what are you going to do next?
Fang Chang looked at the ships next to him and narrowed his eyes slightly.
There were still several ships there, and they were fired in a while, and I planned to send a team of people to take them to attack the largest prison in the settlement.
Camp Rowell on Blackwater Street.
According to Sce's records in a continuously updated tourist post, the camp was once a shelter for more than a century ago for thousands of survivors, and some locals even believed that it was the predecessor of the settlement in Golden Gallon Port.
However, no matter what the camp was used for, it has now become the private property of His Majesty the Emperor of the Xilan Empire, and is managed by the Governor's Office.
In addition to the Yue tribe who were persecuted for inexplicable reasons, there are also a large number of bankrupt debt slaves and some special prisoners who have special identities imprisoned there, and the number even accounts for 5% of the entire settlement!
A month ago, the concentration camp captured and burned by the White Bear Knights was just a warehouse for temporary slavery, and its garrison was not very strict.
And Camp Rowell was the source of the slave trade in this settlement.
Before implementing the law of the alliance, they must first unplug that place, otherwise no matter what they do, it will be a waste of expression.
As a symbol of royal authority, the importance of capturing the Rowell camp in order to awaken the confidence of the local resistance forces is also extraordinary.
Looking at Fang Chang, Lao Bai asked hesitantly.
They haven't been trained yet, would it be too early for them?
Now they are facing some jailers and the city defense forces that were crippled by us. It may not be possible to wait for a few days.
After a pause, Fang Chang continued.
And before training, what they need more is confidence.We have to make them realize that their enemies are actually vulnerable!
……
The slaves on the boat got off the boat in a swarm, and the merchants on the harbor saw it but were eager to see it.
Especially a few big noses from the West Coast, watching the alliance drove the slaves on the ship off, and they immediately started to yell in a hurry.
What are you doing!That's my slave!A Willant businessman shouted angrily.
Fang Chang, who walked down from the dock, happened to see the guy who was yelling indignation and threw the newly untied shackles into his arms.
Go and catch it yourself.
The shackles hit his chest. The Willant Trainee subconsciously took it with both hands. Looking up, he saw the Alliance soldiers dragging wooden boxes with arms from the warehouse, smashing open the iron rope and taking out the rifles inside, and sending them directly to his slaves.
The face of the merchant turned pale and almost vomited a mouthful of old blood.
Of course he recognized the wooden boxes. It was yesterday when he handed them over to the port warehouse to exchange for the payment for the goods of more than a thousand animals.
Looking at the monkeys holding rifles, he gritted his teeth and finally swallowed the breath.
Retracted into the crowd and dared not speak again.
Facing the eyes that were staring at him, Fang Chang cleared his throat and raised his hands to continue.
This is our conflict with the empire and has nothing to do with you.We fight ours, you continue to do your business, and even... from now on, the port's tax revenue is halved.
Of course, the slave trade is probably impossible. We do not recognize human ownership of human beings, nor do we welcome any slave traders here.
But if you are willing to go to Silver Moon Bay to get a batch of goods we need here, we guarantee that you can make a lot of money.
We will pay in dinar or silver coins.
After throwing these words, Fang Chang ordered the skilled players to register all those who planned to pass the dock, and then went to the next ship.
At the same time as the identity registration was completed, the slaves who flocked to the port also completed their armed forces, arming a team of 2,000 people.
Although most of them hold bolted Ripper rifles, only a few hold automatic firepower such as blade assault rifles and PU-9 charges, and most of them have not received professional military training, their fighting will is rising like flames at this moment.
In addition to these two thousand people, more people who were not assigned weapons also followed behind with sticks and fish-killing swords, looking murderous.
Almost everyone except the elderly, women and children stood up, holding their anger to liberate their compatriots and families.
Now they are twisting the rope completely with one breath. If they have even a second hesitation, they may break the tight rope.
Seeing Lasi walking in front of him with a rifle in his arms and his face turned red due to rapid breathing, Fang Chang patted him on the shoulder.
Don't be afraid, we will fight side by side with you.
After saying that, he shouted loudly at the Killing Dagger and more than a hundred brothers of the Burning Corps who were ready to go.
Now!The Avengers who cover us are heading towards Camp Rowell!Go and liberate the detained slaves!
The slaves carrying rifles let out a roar that was shaking.
Oh oh oh!
……
At twelve o'clock noon, with a sound of cannon breaking through the silence, the second phase of the Burning Corps' offensive officially started, which was two days earlier than the initial planned time.
At present, the area controlled by the Burning Corps is mainly concentrated on the streets named after tulips near the port. It is divided from other cities by a circular road called Knights Road, and monitors a large area of city north of Jingalun Port with the Governor's Mansion in the northwest as the firepower fulcrum.
The equivalent of the area currently controlled by the Union is like an irregular pentagon, while Camp Rowell is located on the northeast side of this pentagon.
If Camp Rowell can be taken down, the actual control area of the alliance will be able to extend at least one kilometer northeast, and form a corner with the Governor's Mansion located in the northwest, pulling a control line parallel to the coastline on the map.
At this moment, General Abinan, who retreated to the slum, had no idea about the alliance's plans, and was still trying to gather the few remaining subordinates and the soldiers who had just pulled up to plan a counterattack, and rescued the Governor and the group of men living on Tulip Street.
If he still wants to survive, this is his only way.
However, at this moment, a mortar shell suddenly landed on the newly built defense line with a whoosh.
With a loud bang, the sandbag wall piled in the middle of the road was instantly overturned, and several imperial soldiers squatting behind the sandbag wall also fell to the ground.
Before the 100-man team stationed on the street could come to their senses, whistling bullets flew over with the noisy gunshots, and then a deafening shout-out sounded from the other end of the street.
Kill Ah!
I've fought with you!
Aaa ！！！
Listening to the tsunami of mountains and seas, the imperial soldiers hiding behind the bunker were all confused.
If they remember correctly, there were less than a thousand-man soldiers who landed in the port.
However, listening to the screams of killing the eardrums so much that it hurts, why does it feel like there are tens of thousands of people charging towards their positions?!
General Abinan, who was in charge of command, was also stunned.
His position is much clearer than the frontline soldiers at this moment. The cannon fodder rushing towards their positions are not the members of the alliance at all, and are clearly lowly slaves of the Moon clan!
Realizing this, his heart suddenly became angry and he clenched his fists tightly.
These despicable and shameless villains!
He actually sent the weapons of the empire to those lowly slaves!
The slaves were also stupid and unaware of what they were doing. They were willing to be cannon fodder for a group of robbers and stab the empire standing behind them!
Open fire for me!Blow up these dogs to death!
He roared and ordered the gunner to open fire, while he took the guards to retreat to avoid the fierce sharp edge.
The three 100mm cannons on the street instantly spit out angry flames, and three thick tracer lights rushed towards the crowd, instantly blasting a bloody gap in the crowd.
However, the bloody scene did not repel the charge crowd, and people had a natural sense of alienation from death that was too close and too far away.
Especially when the blood was squirting on his face, looking at the enemy who was close to Chi Chi, the anger burning in his pupils became even more intense.
These guys never regarded them as extraordinary, and the labels hanging around their necks could not even catch up with the bulls with two heads.
Since that's the case
Of course, they don't have to treat them as humans either.
In the valley province, we will peel the skins of hyenas and jackals and make them stewed!Feed the dogs with the soup made from their bones!
Rush up!Let me see if you are worth saving!
The roar quietly submerged the noise of the crowd, and in just half a minute the angry moon slaves stepped over the sandbag wall scattered all over the ground.
Their speed was even faster than the Alliance's mortars, and in just a few breaths they stabbed the bayonet into the chest of the artillerymen, smashing their heads with a scimitar that scraped the scales, avenged the hundreds of compatriots who fell on the street.
Looking at the group of angry beasts, both the city defense soldiers guarding the positions and the survivors watching were shocked.
Abinan's eyes were filled with fear, his hands and feet were cold and trembling and numb, and his lips were open and closed for a long time and could not say a word.
The adjutant who had withdrawn from the front line ran to his side in a panic look, looking at General Abinan with a panic expression and said.
Sir…those slaves are already crazy!We are not their opponents at all!Let's withdraw!
He was surrounded by several machine gunners who had been lucky enough to withdraw from the front line.
Under the guidance of the drone, the Alliance's mortar accurately sent away their machine guns hidden in the slum dirt house.
Now there are less than four hundred soldiers left in them, and the rest either fled or fell to the ground, and there is no hope of counterattack.
Abinan's Adam's apple moved up and down, and his wrinkled face was filled with despair.
Let's take it... It took him a long time to squeeze out the word from his throat.
If you were sentenced to death by Your Majesty, you could at least keep a complete body.
He was caught by the mob, and he might have to be chopped and thrown into the sea to feed the fish.
With the order to retreat, the city defense soldiers guarding the slums fighting with the mobs in the streets were instantly defeated, and the embarrassment of abandoning their armor was simply not as good as a regular army.
Lasi, who led the slaves forward, was also shocked by the bad behavior of these guys who usually look like a man.
It turns out that what enslaved them was such a group of vulnerable things.
go ahead!Looking at the fleeing city defense forces, Lasi shouted loudly at the liberated slaves behind him, and advanced towards the camp Rowell!
Responding to him were deafening roars.
go ahead!!!
Just as the city defense forces collapsed, Sunil, the warden of Camp Rowell, had already seen this scene from the sentry tower on the south side.
He stood here since the sound of cannons rang out.
When he saw the mobs crossing the roadblock placed by the city defense army on the main road, he immediately cursed in anger.
This stupid donkey!When bragging, I can’t even clean up the cannon fodder when it’s time to come in handy!
After cursing, cold sweat emerged from his forehead.
Because at this moment, he saw the mobs scattered in the slums gathering in the direction of Blackwater Street.
Obviously, those guys are eyeing this place.
These ignorant things...
He dared to put his ideas into His Majesty's pocket!
The jailer standing aside was trembling, his back was covered in hot sweat.
...Sir, what should we do?
Maybe there were people he had greeted among the thugs, so he didn't dare to let those guys catch them.If Lord Sunil hadn't watched him, he would have sneaked away long ago.
In fact, it's not just him who thinks so.
When I saw the group of thugs coming out of the port, many smart people had already guessed something and had already taken advantage of the chaos to escape from the back door.
Sunil gritted his teeth, and a trace of struggle flashed across his fierce face, but in the end his fear of authority prevailed.
The nearly 50,000 slaves imprisoned here are all the property of His Majesty. Among them, they are not only the cheapest labor slaves, but also many valuable goods of high quality. Even if they are sold at a low price, they can be cashed in 200 million to 300 million dinars, which is almost equivalent to the total export volume of Jin Jialun Port in one year.
If he lost this money, even His Majesty would be furious. Even if he was lenient, he would demote his whole family to slaves.
Cold sweat emerged from his forehead, and Sunil shouted loudly as the thugs were already killed in front of him.
Get ready for the battle!
A trace of despair appeared on the face of the jailer beside him, but when he met those fierce pupils, he could only take out the courage to roar with a sad face.
yes!
……
Generally speaking, when a resident of Golden Gallon Port sells all his wealth and cannot repay his debts, and the creditor is urging him to the death, the Governor will mercifully buy the bad debt in the name of His Majesty at a price acceptable to the creditor.
If the debt-ridden survivor can repay His Majesty’s debt within grace period, he can be free.
And if not, the infamous Camp Rowell was his last destination.
The prisoner here is more like a product that can be selected. Labor is usually sold wholesale to interested buyers at a uniform price, while some goods with special talents or good looks are marked at a slightly more expensive price for real-time buyers to choose from.
The prison guards here usually do not blatantly abuse prisoners, and at most they will only impose necessary corporal punishment on some lazy slaves.
However, it is certain that the treatment of the guy who has never been sold will get worse and worse. If he has not been bought for a year, no matter what his talent he has, he can only live in a pigpen or be sent to a mine where no one can come out alive.
Therefore, whenever the camp door is opened, prisoners from no matter which camp area they are, they will tighten their nerves and rush to the iron fence gate to look forward to it.
However, unlike usual, the gate of the camp is tightly closed today, without any movement.
...What the hell happened?
Almost everyone had such questions in their minds until the deafening sound of cannons and gunshots rang out outside the walls.
Teams of jailers ran towards the direction of the wall with panic expressions, standing behind the cover of the wall and fired towards the street. However, the fire outside was as fierce as a tsunami. In just a few minutes, more than a dozen people fell from the wall, leaving a shocking blood stain on the open space in front of the door.
The slaves near the gates were shocked and hid far away. At this moment, the outside of the camp was in full swing.
More than 200 bodies have been left behind by the Yue people who besieged Rowell Camp, and the casualties are still increasing.
Their combat effectiveness is not very strong. They only rely on their number advantage and temporary ruthlessness to defeat the city defense force that had been lying down by the Alliance beat.
Although the jailer training degree in the Rowell camp was far inferior to that of the city defense forces led by General Abiannan, the victory was that the organization was complete and relying on the favorable terrain caused considerable casualties to the First Corps of the Avengers.
Seeing that the mobs were just thundering and raining, Warden Sunil, who was lying on the whistle tower, finally raised his courage again and shouted in the direction of Blackwater Street.
Haha, you shameless betrayers!He actually tried to break through His Majesty’s fortress!I think you haven't woken up!Wait, the Gray Wolf Army stationed on the banks of the Yongliu River is on the way here, and you will pay the price for your atrocities today!
Hearing the reputation of the Gray Wolf Army, many Yue tribe members subconsciously showed a hint of timidity on their faces, including Lasi, who was the leader of the regiment.
But that trace of timidity is just a trace of it.
They have no way out after they have come here.
Looking at the camp that could not be captured for a long time, the murderous dagger watching from a distance could no longer see it, put down the telescope held in his hand and said in the communication channel.
Don't we really help them?
According to this style of play, many people will probably die.
A calm answer came from the communication channel.
They need to do this by themselves, and no one can help them... give them the seized 100mm cannons.
The Killing Dagger nodded.
yes!
On the other side, at the corner of Heishui Street, the Yue tribe soldiers gathered behind the bunker began to organize the third round of attacks. Sunil, who was hiding on the sentry tower, saw that they had no choice but to do anything, was even more unscrupulous and shouted outside the wall.
it's useless!Give up!You despicable and lowly slaves!You can't even aim!Come and fight toward me!Come to Ah!I'm gonna be!
Although he was clamoring, he did not leak his head out of the edge of the bunker. Only the concrete wall, which was thirty centimeters thick, could give him enough security.
The walls of Camp Rowell are five stories high and are completely poured from concrete. The thinnest part of the wall is nearly two meters thick.
There were 500 jailers stationed in the camp, and each wall could be divided into a team of 100 people, and there was also a team of people to help flexibly.
With the ammunition stored in the arsenal, he can stay here until the end of his life!
Staring at the fortress that had been unattended for a long time, a trace of solemnity rose on Lasi's face.
They have used all the ways they can be used, including throwing flasks filled with pine nut oil and phosphorus powder, including assembling simple trenchers, and even using smoke.
Until then, several Yue tribe members carrying shovels pushed a 100mm cannon and drilled out of the narrow alley.
The brothers from the alliance gave us this thing!
Lasi's eyes lit up and he shouted to the comrades beside him.
Who will fire the fire!
Obviously it is impossible.
However, after a brief hesitation, a dark and thin man raised his hand.
I have seen people from the City Defense Forces firing!I can give it a try!
Rassi didn't hesitate, immediately grabbed his shoulder, pulled him to the cannon, and pointed to the door in the distance.
Leave it to you!
The man nodded nervously, picked up a pointed ammunition from the ammunition box, stuffed it into the barrel from the back, and then pulled the barrel bolt.
He called the soldiers beside him to aim the gun barrel at the gate. He picked up the fuse and ran to the side quickly, shouting loudly.
fire!
As he finished speaking, he pulled the fuse hard, and the explosion of fire flashed the entire alley, and even the house next to him shook.
A thick tracer instantly rushed towards the door in the distance, leaving a large hole sunken inward in the iron gate!
He stood firmly with his ears covered and stood up from the dust. Lasi, who saw the broken iron door in the distance, was immediately overjoyed.
Let's send it again!quick!
Without his orders, the artillery soldiers who were ordered to take the shell out of the cannon and reload the cannon.
Seeing the iron door with a hole in it, Sunil, who was lying on the hood, almost pissed his pants, and his face no longer had the previous pride.
And at this moment, the second cannon sound came, and another orange tracer ran towards the closed iron door.
Then the third round
Finally, after five consecutive shots, the iron door finally fell backwards overwhelmed, raising rolls of smoke and dust on the open space.
Seeing the gate being destroyed, the Moon tribe, whose morale was already shaking, immediately regained the hope of victory and held a rifle and rushed towards the collapsed gate.
Kill Ah!!!
The shouts of killing like waves even shattered the smoke.
Looking at the thugs coming like a tide, the defenders guarding the wall finally couldn't hold back their fear and began to retreat.
Keep it for me!Never let them in!
He hurriedly escaped from the wardrobe, and Sunil yelled at the retreating prison guards, but he could not stop the defeat.
The prison guards in the northeastern section wall tried their best to open the door, fleeing desperately towards the slum outside, throwing their clothes and guns to the ground while escaping, allowing the survivors to go up and rob.
Looking at the thugs who were killing in front of him, Sunil could no longer see a little arrogance and arrogance on his face, only fear and begging, and he could not even say a complete sentence.
I, I was forced... I was also ordered to act...
Before he could finish his voice, a butt stock called him to his head, smashing him into his eyes and falling backwards.
I'll go!
Everyone rushed forward, stripped all his clothes, and slashed them to death and hung them on the whistle where he had squatted before.
The cages locked in slaves were opened one by one. Facing those familiar compatriots, the expressions on the faces of the slaves were at first at a loss, but soon joined them under the atmosphere.
The surrendered guards were concentrated in the open space and no one listened to the guys, no matter how they begged for mercy.
The Yue tribe, who was blinded by anger, killed these emperors' lackeys in the most cruel way to commemorate the compatriots who died in the battle.
The inspiring cheers echoed in the middle of the cage, which was like a dove cage, and the slaves, whether they were the Yue tribe or not, joined in.
The Killing Dagger, standing in the distance, reported on the battle situation on the front line again.
...The Rowell Camp has completely fallen, and I think it would be better to take over as soon as possible. If they continue to make trouble, there will be a big mess.
A long voice came from the communication channel.
...Well, this area is left to you, as well as the placement of liberated slaves and training. We need them to have a certain combat effectiveness before the regular army arrives.
The Killing Dagger made a helpless expression.
You really chose a "easy" job for me.
Fang Chang said with a faint smile.
Do it well, I'll be optimistic about you!
I'll give it a try.
After hanging up the communication, the murderous dagger waved and walked towards the Rowell camp with the brothers armed to the teeth behind him.
This is an unorganized riot.
They don't have a coworkers' organization like the Bolls in the Rock City and a villain book that can barely be called the guiding ideology.
If left unchecked, the violence that has nowhere to be released will soon be released to the ordinary survivors around who are not interested in watching the fun.
After all, when they were enslaved, those people were watching coldly. Now that they had guns on their hands, it was hard to say that they would not throw their tempers on people who were weaker than them.
No
Almost certainly.
Looking at the survivor named Lasi standing in the middle of the camp, the Killing Dagger walked up and handed him a cigarette.
Lasi was stunned for a moment, and saw that it was the friendly forces wearing exoskeletons. He then grinned, took the cigarette and put it in his mouth.
Thank you brothers, you will always be our brothers, and we will always remember your help to us today!
I hope you think so.The Killing Dagger took out the match and lit it for him, and then lit one for himself.
He finished smoking quietly, and he looked at the eyes that looked like wild beasts and continued.
You have achieved phased victory. As you can see, the Empire is just a paper tiger, and the emperor's men are all a group of uncropped eunuchs and hyenas in human skin.
But even a group of hyenas in human skin, it is not easy for you to defeat them again and again.Remember, a hungry wolf can win once or even twice, but it is only people who can win forever.
Lasi frowned.
What's the meaning.
Killing Dagger: It means to restrain your subordinates. The slaves here are not your spoils, they are your compatriots... I don't think I need to remind you.
Of course, Rasie said without hesitation, how could I be like those beasts.
It's better to do so. I hope our investment is a right deal, at least not bringing us some trouble... to ourselves.The Killing Dagger reminded him in the tactful way possible.
This self-defense counterattack is only authorized by the Alliance Constitution and the player manual, and players have the right to give limited counterattacks to all neutral forces outside the whitelist that actively attacks players.
As for the limit of counterattack, there is no clear definition of the article.
Dog Planning did not stop them, which means they did not violate the server's regulations.
But it is hard to say whether it goes against the manager's wishes.
This is a military action without the authorization of the manager.
The alliance is not taking the imperial route, but to unite the suffering survivors. As for how to unite, this scale is in the hands of the players themselves.
As expected, the manager should have received a report sent by the Niuma airship.
At present, no one has received an order to stop the military operation through the official website mission system, which can only indicate that the manager is temporarily neutral about the operation.
They have to do as few things as possible that managers dislike, whether they are indirect or directly.
Lasi frowned.
OK...you tell me how to do it, and we will do it.
His ideas were very simple.
Eat people with short mouths and soft hands.
Everything they have in their hands is given by the Alliance, and it is likely that they will have to rely on the Alliance's supplies for a long time. It's okay to listen to their arrangements.
Besides, he was hitting here with anger, and he actually had no idea what he was going to do next.
Push the emperor out of heaven?
It's too far from here...
The Killing Dagger nodded with satisfaction and stuffed the remaining pack of cigarettes into the hands of the flattered Lasi.
Now we need to train you and help you build a complete set of... In addition, we need a few photos, can we cooperate?
Lasi was stunned.
photo?
The Killing Dagger nodded again and looked at the dove cage with the open iron door beside him.
That's right, just ask you to choose some guys who look pretty good, and then go back to the cage and squat for a while... it will be fine in five minutes.
You may be bored, but we need them to block some people’s mouths.
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