Chapter 921: The 'tsunami' shattered on the beach.
Chapter 922: The "Tsunami" smashed on the beach
On the rolling seas, a container ship drifting across the ocean was following the waves of Alman's fleet in the direction of French Fries Port.
They only have the last twenty kilometers left from the Baiyue Strait!
At this moment, the strange and changeable weather suddenly changed from clear skies to violent storms.
"boom--!"
Electric light flashed above the black clouds, and silver snakes swam between the gaps in the clouds.
The waves hit the hull one after another, causing the majestic steel body to scream overwhelmed.
At the same time, the container being towed by the cargo ship was in a mess.
Even a slight shaking of the ship's hull will be amplified several times after being transmitted to the container.
At this moment, in the containers, half of the Centurion was crammed into a space of less than 18 square meters.
The Wilant soldiers sitting in the container were shoulder to shoulder, knees to insteps, rifles and packages hugged to their chests.
As for excrement, we can only use a small bucket to deal with it and pour it outside the container during heavy rain.
However, since there is no room to move around in the container, it is impossible to actually operate it, and many people simply keep it in their pants.
This is not the most terrible thing.
Due to the violent turbulence, many people became seasick and vomited along the way.
From this point of view, the Weirant people are indeed ruthless.
Almost no one can survive a week or two in a container filled with the smell of feces, urine and vomit.
However, they gritted their teeth and endured this torture that ordinary people could not bear.
But even so, the spirit of these ruthless people is almost reaching its limit.
Some people were already unconscious, while those who were still awake were either cursing or praying.
"Damn it! When I get back alive, I'm going to give the bastard who came up with this bad idea a good beating!"
"Oh, let's survive first and then talk about it."
"...I feel like we're going to fall!"
"Maybe we've already fallen."
"Shut your mouths! Our ship is moving forward!"
"Do you remember the box on our left? I always feel like there's one missing -"
"I said! Shut your mouth! We are about to win! If you don't want all the pain you have endured in the past ten days to be wasted, just hold on!"
The centurion struggled to stand up from the container, his eyes bulging outward, roaring with all his strength, trying to cheer up his brothers.
However, the bumpy and swaying hull made it difficult for him to straighten his back and even stand firm, so he could only press both hands on the container.
But even so, he failed to stabilize in the end.
A wave suddenly hit the side of the ship, knocking him over easily onto his comrades around him.
Looking at the noisy scene inside the container, Pari huddled in the corner with a stiff expression, his pale face filled with despair.
He was an infantryman of the 1,000,000th Regiment. He was originally supposed to go to the front line in Borneo, but one day his commander suddenly told him that the guys from the General Staff and the Army Intelligence Bureau had come up with a genius idea, and now they needed to implement it.
.
As a result, he changed from a glorious army soldier to a "Marine".
However, the smart people in the general staff obviously have never squatted in this container themselves.
If given the chance, he really wanted to stuff those guys with bad ideas into the toilet and show them how stupid they really were!
The lightning and thunder outside became more fierce, as if they were going to tear the whole world apart.
The centurion, who had been thrown into the urine before, finally got up from the ground while cursing, but he did not forget to continue to show off his strength.
"It's just ahead! We've reached the Baiyue Strait! We're almost there!"
Pari suddenly realized that this might also be a prayer in a sense.
If they allow despair to swallow them up, they may not be able to survive here at all.
But at this moment, the mournful sound of metal colliding suddenly came from underneath everyone.
Before anyone could react, their bodies swayed with the violent tremors.
"Grass--!"
Pari heard an angry curse from his comrade beside him, and his forehead seemed to be bleeding when he hit the container.
The machine gunner on the side had a look of horror on his face.
"Damn...I always have an ominous premonition."
This is the tenth time he has repeated this sentence today!
At this moment, Parry also had a similar feeling in his heart. Maybe it was not just the storm that was targeting them, but also the alliance's submarines or other things.
However, what was a near miss was that their container did not roll from the deck to the seabed. After a violent turbulence, it finally sailed into a calm water.
Feeling the waves outside gradually calming down, everyone in the container breathed a sigh of relief.
"Survived..."
The unlucky guy with the bleeding forehead simply treated the wound, and the machine gunner who had been chattering absentmindedly stopped talking and closed his eyes as if falling asleep.
Pari breathed heavily, listening to the gradually slowing heartbeat, and then a feeling of sleepiness crept into his heart.
How many times has this happened?
He couldn't remember clearly.
It seemed that from the moment he got on this boat, he lost control of his destiny.
And the worst part is, the people who made all the choices for him never asked him what he thought.
As for where the ship will sail to, what will happen to the people on board, and when everything will end, no one has given him an answer.
He's had enough.
Maybe he actually knew where the real enemy was from the beginning.
At least the guy who put him through all this shit wasn't the guy from Chip Harbor...
Time is as slow as a snail on a leaf, and pain and torture are as long and lasting as the silk wrapped around a cocoon.
Later, Pari probably fell asleep, but he probably had his eyes open, but he didn't notice it.
Anyway, before he started to get hungry, his comrades caught a glimpse through the gap in the container and saw that they were approaching the port.
And the sound of seagulls coming through the container boards seemed to indicate this.
"Here we are……"
A beam of light shone on the young man's face.
When Pari opened his eyes, he saw excitement written on his face, as if he had seen the end of the journey.
"Shh! Don't make a sound!"
The centurion standing in front made a silence gesture, then picked up the assault rifle in his hand and held the door of the container with his hands stained with ginger liquid.
According to the plan, they will launch a rapid attack as soon as they land, control the entire port, and prepare for the Southern Corps' fleet and shallow-water heavy gunboats to enter the strait.
There was a buzzing sound coming from outside the container, which was coming from the gantry crane installed at the port. The huge mechanical cantilever was firmly fastened to both sides of the container and lifted them entirely from the deck.
The whole process is very smooth, even more stable than when staying on the deck, just like taking an elevator.
However, everyone in the container tensed up and held the rifles in their hands tightly.
"Prepare……"
The centurion clenched his left fist, and his index finger on the trigger had already opened the safety.
At this moment, the box finally fell to the ground, shaking everyone's shoulders.
At the same time, a neither gentle nor serious voice came from outside the door.
"People inside, listen, you have been surrounded, I know you are all holding on to your guns right now... But if you still want to leave intact corpses for yourself and those around you, you'd better not do something stupid.
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Pari, who was sitting in the container, was completely stunned.
Not only him, but the centurion standing at the door was also stunned on the spot.
Before anyone could react, the door of the container was ripped off with a bang.
I saw two burly figures standing outside the container, their steel-modified bodies like iron towers.
One of them was even more exaggerated, with a gun barrel as thick as a python welded to his gorilla-like arm, and a ferocious-shaped chain saw embedded in the other arm.
Parry even couldn't help but suspect that even a tank standing in front of this guy would be cut into two pieces with a saw!
"... Jungle Corps." The machine gunner squatting next to him couldn't help but groan and said tremblingly, "I've heard that they... on Shifeng Mountain, a hundred of these things killed an entire mountain.
Mutants on the hill."
The soldier with the bandage on his head was also stunned and swallowed hard.
"That's nonsense..."
Parry stared at the door with wide eyes.
I saw a quadruple anti-aircraft machine gun mounted behind the two men who looked like iron towers.
The 20mm gun barrel had been flattened. Looking at the eager expression on the face of the man sitting behind, it was obvious that the armor-piercing incendiary bomb was loaded, just waiting for them to make a rash move.
At this moment, what happened on Shifeng Mountain was no longer important to him.
If he can't pass this hurdle, I'm afraid he won't even have a chance to fall into the sea and feed the fish.
"Surrender, man."
Midnight Killer walked up to the centurion, reached out and took the rifle out of his hand, threw it into the forklift aside, and smiled at the man again.
"You see, it's easier to throw the gun away than to fight with me, isn't it?"
In front of his modified body, the tall centurion looked like a trembling chicken, and the rifle he threw into the forklift looked like a toothpick.
The centurion stood there with his teeth trembling. He wanted to show some integrity, but his body didn't obey him.
Midnight Killer ignored him and handed him over to the waiting brothers, then shouted to the people in the container.
"Okay, everyone, unload the magazine of your rifle, raise your hands above your head, and line up to come out."
"We will arrange for you to take a bath... Damn, I finally understand what you want to do. You want to stink us to death, right? Come out quickly."
Looking at the commander who had not offered any resistance from the beginning, Parry knew that the war that had just begun was most likely over.
But for some reason, his heart was not depressed at all, but filled with relief.
it's over……
Maybe he wasn't the only one who thought so.
The brother looking at the port through the gap obviously already knew what was going on outside.
This is not a French fries port at all, but a wasteland with only one pier.
It was obvious that from the moment they boarded the ship, the Alliance had been waiting for them here, and even installed a gantry crane for them to disembark.
Although they paid a heavy price, the suffering they suffered ultimately turned into a joke.
However, these trivial things, like the reputation of the Jungle Corps, are no longer important to him.
Those fierce-looking guys didn't make things difficult for them. They just asked them to drop their weapons, strip down to just a pair of underwear, and then go squat on the beach where the isolation line was drawn.
Although several young men who had just joined the army were scared to death, Pari felt relieved.
After all, if these guys really planned to execute them, there was no need to go to such trouble.
Sinking them at sea, or simply locking them in a container and sieving them, would be more efficient than letting them squat on the beach...
On the other side, the workman looked curiously at the container with the door torn off.
Although he had already anticipated what was going on inside, the moment he put his head over it, he was still nauseated by the eye-catching sight.
"Fuck...is this a fucking place for people to stay?"
The Piltover paratrooper also had a speechless expression.
"No livestock boat is so crowded. It's a good thing these guys can endure it for a week or two."
He felt that it was not like capturing a prisoner, but like rescuing a group of animals that were sold as piglets from the hands of a human smuggler.
Xiaoxiao, a bookworm, narrowed his eyes and said with a chuckle.
"Isn't imperialism all such a piss-poor thing? They use the nicest words to coax their own people, and at the same time press their own people to soak in a basin of shit... The guys who shouted long live the people of Weiland are this group of people, right?
This is also the group of people who are the most ruthless in the Weiland people."
The model worker looked at him.
"Wait, is the Legion the Empire? I thought Xilan was."
The Pi City skirmisher said with a playful smile.
"Come on, I still say that I am a superman, and claiming to be an empire is an empire? Then the Red River Alliance is an alliance, and the coolies there must be very equal."
Looking at the chatter among the people, Midnight Killer buzzed.
"Stop talking nonsense, the next container is coming."
Everyone who had gathered together to chat suddenly dispersed and returned to their respective places.
"Work, work."
"I bet there are fifty in the next container."
"I bet fifty-one!"
"Hey, I'm lucky, I'll open the next blind box..."
…
What happened next was exactly as Parry imagined.
Under the busy work of two gantry cranes, the containers on the two cargo ships were emptied one after another.
During this period, someone noticed something unusual on the shore, escaped from the container, and jumped into the sea. However, it was not long before he was driven to the shore by the aquatic alien species in the sea.
This is still lucky.
Some slow swimmers had their throats bitten off by monsters in the sea before the speedboat that fished them out could reach them.
After all, this is not a port of French fries or a port of fried dough sticks. The offshore waters are not covered with barriers to isolate alien species. It is still a bit dangerous to be too far from the beach.
All the Wilantes who came ashore were driven to squat on the beach.
Standing next to the isolation zone, several militiamen from the French Fries Port looked at these gray-faced guys with intriguing expressions.
"...Sitting in a container and making a raid, what do these guys think?"
"The devil knows."
Before long, a man wearing a cardigan shirt walked up to the prisoners.
He held a loudspeaker in his hand and shouted at the group of shirtless young men.
"Listen up, big noses on the beach, this is a coastline about two hundred kilometers away from Youtiao Port, a place... uh, let's call it Mantou Port."
"As for you, you are the first residents here."
"I guess some of you must want to escape into the woods, and some may even have taken action. Now please let us observe three seconds of silence for these idiots who don't wait for anyone to finish their words. The aliens in this forest are probably the most alien on the entire planet.
They are so ferocious and abundant that even if a mind interference device is used, it will be difficult to interfere with so many species at the same time."
"So, don't expect to escape from here with those three-legged cat skills you learned in the recruit camp. If you really have this ability, we won't stop you. We just hope that you can bring a camera with you when you leave so that we can pass by.
Open your eyes."
"Okay, let's stop talking nonsense and let's talk about something related to you."
"From the moment you detonated a nuclear bomb on our land, our war with you has begun. In the few days you have been drifting on the ship, the fleets of our allies have cooperated with our submarines, and they are within a few meters of here.
Your fleet and shallow-water heavy gunboats were completely wiped out in the uninhabited sea area 1,000 nautical miles away."
"It's quite interesting to say that the twenty ships are actually equipped with artillery. It's difficult to produce so much steel for you, and now they have all sunk into the sea. If you are curious about what happened in that battle, I can bring you a picture another day
Bring the newspaper."
"No matter what, from today on, this is your new home."
"Brothers from the Alliance asked me to tell you that you don't need to build it as a prisoner of war camp. After all, you will live here for a long time, and even many of your compatriots will join you in the future."
"So, you are working hard for your own sake...I guess this is not the first time you have heard this, but this time it is indeed true. As someone who has been through it, I can assure you."
"In addition, there will be ships docking at the pier here every day to bring you food and supplies. However, apart from the free steamed buns at Mantou Port, even pickles will cost money. If you don't want to pay for pickles every day,
Eat the steamed buns dipped in sea water, and you'd better be diligent when working."
"That's right, the alliance requires us employers to pay wages to prisoners of war. Although I think it is a waste, there are a large number of people in my hometown who would rather work for them for nothing... as long as someone pays for them to buy a ship ticket and give them as a gift.
come over."
"But since you are on someone else's territory, you have to act according to their rules, right? You have no choice. I don't need to tell you this."
His mouth was dry as he spoke, so the man took out his mineral water bottle, unscrewed the cap and took a sip.
The captain squatting in the front row stared at the man and asked in a hoarse voice.
"Who are you?"
The man glanced at him and said casually.
"Isser, the former captain of the 30,000th Imperial Expeditionary Force, is now the mayor of Youtiao Port."
The captain looked at him in astonishment, and it took him a long time to say anything.
"...You didn't go back?"
"Go back? Go back to where? The empire is dead. Should we accompany it to its grave with that idiot Alaya?" Looking at the captain of ten thousand, Iser smiled and patted him on the shoulder, drinking the unfinished wine.
Mineral water was stuffed into his hand, "This is a good place, you will like it here."
After saying that, he left the stunned guy at the original point and walked towards the next square formation.
…
At the same time, on the other side, in Alliance Settlement No. 1, a group of guards wearing exoskeletons raided a restaurant and pushed Greg to the ground while he was dining.
In fact, when he first saw this group of people appear, Greg already realized that he was going to be in trouble, and got up and wanted to run away.
However, as a businessman, how could he outrun these awakened beings injected with genetically modified drugs?
Almost as soon as his eyes were dazzled, the soldier wearing an exoskeleton flashed in front of him, and then pressed him to the floor as he stood up.
"What are you doing! Let go!" Greg struggled desperately to escape, but the hand holding his arm was like an iron pliers, and he grinned in pain.
At this moment, Arman, who was sitting opposite him, just drank the black tea calmly.
Putting the tea cup back on the tray, Arman couldn't bear to see his ugly appearance and sighed softly.
"Give it up, Mr. Gregg. At least it will save you some pain."
"It's you……"
Greg stared at Arman, his bloodshot eyes filled with anger and hatred.
He asked this guy out for dinner, originally planning to treat him to a good show, but he didn't expect that the guy actually called the police.
At this moment, the radio broadcast the seven o'clock news on time, but the content of the news was very different from what he knew about the "Tsunami" operation.
The 1,001,010,000th troop did not land at the French Fries Port, but at the construction site of the Mantou Port.
The contractors of Youtiao Port have prepared construction equipment and dusting tools in advance, and these "lucky guys" moved the bricks that were not too hot as soon as they landed.
The guards who held Greg down did not rush to take him away, but made him listen to the news briefing on the radio in a murderous way, which made this guy completely give up.
Greg gritted his teeth tightly, wishing he could break his teeth into pieces and swallow them.
"You traitor—"
"Traitor," Arman looked at him, with a sudden trace of pity in his eyes, "Who betrayed whom? Every Wilant person in this settlement once trusted you, but how did you repay them?
? Touch your conscience and swear to the marshal, have you ever considered for a second the fate of the people of Willant?"
Without waiting for Greg to answer, Arman continued.
"I only found out recently. That Wyatt told me that Sails Port was the work of the General Staff..."
Greg's face turned pale, and he whispered with trembling lips.
"He recruited..."
He actually didn't recruit.
But the expression written on this face at this moment says everything... They are indeed inseparable from what happened that day.
This guy……
After they learned about the real murderer of their compatriots, their first reaction was not anger, but fear that the news would leak out.
Is this thing still a human being?
Arman thought he would be heartbroken, but he didn't expect that he would be more tired.
"Thank you, you satisfied my curiosity, although I knew from the beginning...the truth is actually not important."
The guard who was escorting Greg looked at Arman.
"We took the people away."
Arman nodded.
In addition to fulfilling his obligations as an alliance citizen, that was the only benefit he received from the Guards——