Black sails

Chapter 516 CL. East China Sea Invasion

An outpost occupied by the Aram Army was surrounded by villages and towns for easy supply.

Morrison and hundreds of troops have reached the final stage of their attack here.

I have already said hello to the Resistance Army in Drifting City before. The Yalan Army has very strong cross-era firepower, with continuous firearms and extremely fast firing rates.

The resistance army also seized a lot. Although they could not provide Black Sail with one per person, they still supported 400 repeating rifles and 20 boxes of bullets.

Morrison didn't expect that he could upgrade his equipment in this foreign country.

Morrison didn't really want to use Maple Grove, which he got from the Department of Energy. It was a very weak method to kill some miscellaneous soldiers, and his life would be shortened if he used it. But he himself also studied repeating rifles and revolvers.

It feels average and can barely be used, but for ordinary people, it is a magical weapon. Even if a mentally retarded person holds it in his hand, he is probably at the level of a gold-level adventurer.

"How many people died."

Morrison crouched down, using an earthen wall as a cover, and asked the adjutant in charge of this operation.

He has never experienced a serious battle. Anyway, he just killed people, which was not bad at all.

"Six brothers could not be saved, and more than ten people were also injured."

The adjutant looked troubled.

There are only more than thirty army soldiers in this outpost. In the case of a surprise attack, this casualty ratio is not very reasonable.

However, the enemy's main force was also wiped out, leaving only seven or eight soldiers still standing around the guard tower and resisting.

Little crybabies are not fit for war.

These pirates want to make a lot of money and are willing to admit defeat, even if they lose their lives, they are happy and sad.

The local ruffians may not have a complete system, but the Black Sail of the Big Mac must have one. The pension mechanism is already very complete. It seems to be a loss of money, but in fact it stimulates the subjective initiative of the overall battle, and the potential benefits are far greater. .

The truth is counter-intuitive.

Morrison doesn’t really understand, but he’s just pretending.

"It's not a big problem. When we return from Mulong, you guys are all your fucking bosses."

Morrison said casually.

After the completion of the new district plan, the Sea of ​​Mirrors in Oaks was pulled up, and the protection fee buyout system implemented by Li Site was not agreed upon in the Western Continent, but the Far East has already been established. There will no longer be pirates and robberies, and the sense of security will be enhanced, which promotes cooperation between both parties. trading. Due to the chaos during the Dollinger period, no one dared to go to the East China Sea. In fact, many people who wanted to take a vacation were very curious about untrodden lands, and they were full of yearning for the mysterious Far East.

Directly to the CBD of the Universe, the Evernight City of the East China Sea, there are countless places where outsiders have to bid to contract land or rent shops, and Black Sail will definitely directly operate some of them.

Just like the bad pirates who once blocked the secret port and robbed trains were mixed into the smooth middle management, as long as these pirates who came to Mulon can survive, they will be the mainstay of Black Sail.

The adjutant was also shocked when he heard this. Tianguo Port used to be a fantasy gold-selling cave. Now after the version is upgraded, he can be a moneymaker in it. Those are really the days of gods.

It's also exciting.

"Goubi of Aram, I will give you a warm word from your ancestors, surrender or not. I don't have to kill you now."

The adjutant shouted to the Army soldiers hiding in bunkers around the guard tower.

However, there was no reply from the other party.

The adjutant was ready to lead the charge.

Morrison stopped him.

Unnecessary casualties should be minimized as much as possible. The opponent's fire network can no longer cover it, and Morrison is prepared to solve it himself.

"Don't move, either of you."

Morrison handed the adjutant the repeating rifle he was holding. He didn't need this. To be honest, this kind of firearm was a bit bulky. Although it was a repeating rifle and had considerable power, it was still not enough for his level.

What we pursue is ultimate flexibility and speed. We can keep the revolver and load it with six bullets. I heard that this gun has rifling technology and better accuracy. I hope it will be better than the five-eyed gun customized in Linden City. Bar.

Holding Mulon's characteristic saber in one hand and a revolver in his left hand, he immediately stood up and took the initiative to expose himself.

Da da da…

Repeating rifle fire came.

Virgil, commonly known as Little Morrison.

The saber rotated at an incredibly fast speed, deflecting all the bullets. The buzz of the continuous collision of metal slightly shook the eardrums.

"It's really time to change your weapons."

Morrison looked at the pitted and smoking saber, but it was okay, it was not broken for the time being, and then he stepped quickly and ran into the battle circle.

The other pirates also covered and fired, sharing the firepower with Morrison.

All the bullets fired at Morrison were deflected by the wildly spinning saber, and Morrison was already standing on the roof, surveying all enemy positions.

The saber is held reversely, and the index finger quickly flips the hammer of the revolver to maximize its function. This semi-mechanical brake is actually faster than the rate of fire of a repeating rifle.

In less than half a second, six shots were fired, and the revolver started to smoke due to metal fatigue overload.

Six Aram army soldiers were killed instantly. They were all shot in the forehead and between the eyebrows, and bright red blood gushed out.

There was one Aram soldier left, about thirty meters away from Morrison. When he saw that he had finished firing the revolver bullets, he swiped a full box of 20-round magazines at Morrison's back.

Morrison's cracked crocodile skin jacket has many mechanisms inside, which can be said to be semi-metallic. He lifts the hem to protect his head, and his saber is whirling wildly.

After resisting with all his strength, the knife was almost useless. It was already full of gaps and pits. It was just scrap metal and could not cut anyone.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

The Alan soldier didn't know what kind of monster this person was, and began to change the magazine in a panic, accidentally dropping the magazine on the ground.

Morrison was a little speechless, but he loaded a bullet into the revolver very leisurely, raised the half-scrapped saber as a mirror, and looked at the soldier 30 meters behind him.

"Let me see, your heart is on the left, but it's on the right in the mirror. We are all facing the same direction, and the gun is upside down. I hope it's not too fancy..."

At the moment when the Alan soldier loaded the magazine.

Bang!

He was shot in the heart and collapsed to the ground powerlessly.

"Be careful! Above!"

The adjutant shouted, there was one last enemy on the top of the sentry tower, who seemed to be a signalman, pointing a gun at Morrison.

Click!

The flying knife shot like a bed crossbow, directly piercing the neck, and the person was thrown out of the sentry tower by huge inertia, falling from a height of more than ten meters. With a dull sound, the head was completely separated, the lungs were still contracting, and the trachea at the broken neck was bubbling with blood.

All the people on the Black Sail side were stunned. It was so cool. No wonder the Black Sail guys could beat Dollinger.

So far, all the soldiers at this outpost were wiped out.

But Morrison didn't take it seriously. This was natural. The highlight hadn't come yet. Crocodile Island and the group of generals and officers, as well as the main force, were the most difficult to deal with.

"You guys clean up here, collect all the guns and bullets that can be used, I'll take a few people to connect with the people in the nearby villages and towns, this place has changed its owner."

Morrison ordered.

Ten minutes later.

Morrison entered the village, but the doors of each house were closed. Whether it was the Alan Army or the Resistance Army, they were as timid as snakes and scorpions.

"It's really difficult."

Morrison kicked open the door of a house at random.

The house had a simple wood boiler, and some medicine was boiled with firewood. The smell was very bad.

In the corner, there was a skinny woman wearing a headscarf, with dark skin and extremely protruding collarbones and cheekbones, as if there was only a layer of skin stuck on the bones.

She was feeding her child.

As Morrison broke in, the baby began to cry, and the woman covered the baby's mouth tightly, looking at Morrison in fear.

"What a fuck."

Morrison was speechless.