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Chapter 217 Night Attack (2)

"Grandpa Thor, please spare your life! The little one has an eighty-year-old mother..."

"Grandpa Thor, please have mercy. This is my first time on the island. I have never been here before!"

"The thunder struck Commander Lou to death!"

"Commander Lou was struck by lightning!"



After the explosion, the gangsters who blocked the entrance to the military camp dropped their weapons and once again screamed and ran for their lives.

Heavenly thunder! Heavenly thunder smashed Commander Lou to pieces! All he did during his lifetime were things struck by lightning, and he deserved not to be able to leave his whole body behind when he died!

And among all the soldiers on the island, who is not an accomplice?

The first round of thunder split Commander Lou into pieces. Next, who can guarantee that the second round will not hit him on the head?

"It's not a sky thunder, it's a fire thunder bomb, a fire thunder bomb!" A few well-informed Dutou corrected loudly, waving their weapons, trying to reorganize the defense line.

As grassroots officers, they had vaguely heard that the border army was distributing a magical weapon called fire thunder bombs. Previously, the enemy had lit fire on iron lumps, which they had seen with their own eyes. From this, it can be deduced that,

The one who blew up Commander Lou into the sky was definitely not Grandpa Thunder God, but the sudden appearance of enemy troops!

Their corrections were quickly swallowed up by even more shrill screams.

Fire and thunder are thunders, and if you hit them once, you will still die without any body parts! The minions were paid for the hush money, not for selling their lives. There had been no enemy attacks before, and their bosses were all over the place, so they could only help the evildoers.

Now that someone has knocked on the door, how could they risk their own lives in order to protect the magic cave on the island!

"It's not thunder, it's fire..." The leaders were angry and anxious, their eyes were red, and they continued to correct them hoarsely. Then they turned around and resolutely joined the escape team.

Whether it was sky thunder or fire thunder bombs, there was no point in continuing the debate. The attacking team had already broken through the village gate and was about to attack them.

The twenty warriors at the front temporarily stopped throwing fire bombs and raised their steel knives again. Every five people formed a group nearby and chased the minions in the camp. Anyone who dared to block the way, or

Those who hesitated were chopped to the ground with their swords.

Screams were quickly replaced by screams, and they started to sound one after another.

Near the village gate, all the minions joined the escape team. One by one, they were afraid that they would run too slowly.

The other veterans of the Suppression Army and the elite grain cadres who rushed into the camp automatically dispersed into four long dragons behind the twenty warriors. Together they launched an assault towards the core of the camp, advancing as fast as boiling water splashing snow.

Time is running out, and the resistance of the defenders on the island must be crushed as quickly as possible. Otherwise, once the battle situation reaches a stalemate, the Song Dynasty Navy on Sanshan Island, the local government soldiers, and the rising tide may all become enemies.

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Therefore, before landing on the island, Han Qing gave Wu You, Li Yu, Zhang Fan, and Liu Hong a death order to fight this battle as fast as possible.

Before victory is completely sealed, do not take prisoners, nor do you care about the escapees among the defenders. As quickly as possible, attack in front of the defender's general and kill him or capture him alive!

This order, so far, has been carried out very thoroughly.

Wu You, Li Yu, Zhang Fan, and Liu Hong each led a long dragon and advanced together, using steel knives and spears to smash all obstacles. The defenders with low morale could not organize effective resistance at all.

Even if there were some stubborn ones among the defenders who tried to use the buildings in the military camp and the bows and arrows in their hands to create some obstacles for the "long dragon", they were quickly pulled out of their hiding places by experienced veterans of the Suppression Army.

Cut into two pieces in public.

Occasionally, some stubborn people hid in the house and blocked the door with tables and chairs. The veterans had no time to break in, so they simply lit several grenades and threw them in through the windows.

With several loud "boom, boom" noises, the doors and windows were shattered, and there was no movement in the house. Thick smoke billowed from the thatched roof.

Most of the time, veterans don't have to go to such great lengths. Overall, the defender's will to resist is as weak as a piece of papyrus. Those who have the guts to cause trouble for the attackers are only one in a hundred.

After eliminating the troublemakers, the veterans quickly returned to the team. Together with other robes, they continued to stride forward with swords and guns drawn.

The combat boots soaked in seawater made a "plop" and "plop" sound when they stepped on the ground, which was heavy and absurd. The armors on everyone's bodies moved with their footsteps and collided with each other, making a neat clattering sound, just like the waves crashing.

shore.

"Help -, help -" When the four long dragon-like teams advanced a quarter of the way into the military camp, a series of calls for help began to be heard from the houses along the way.

The voices were very childish, both male and female, obviously coming from half-grown children. But there were so many of them that they came from almost every stone-built house along the way.

Those stone houses are very strange in shape and look more like Khitan tents.

The windows of every room were nailed shut with wooden boards. The thick doors were all hung with heavy iron locks.

Along with the cries for help, there were also cries and screams coming from behind the door. Every sound made those who heard it feel like a knife stabbing their hearts.

The veterans of the Zhenrong Army have experienced hundreds of battles and know the importance clearly. No matter how uncomfortable they are at this moment, they force themselves not to be distracted by the cries for help and cries.

But some of the elite grain men in the team began to cry. Among them, a dozen or so who were older and already had children at home couldn't bear it anymore and even left the team one after another and rushed towards the locked stone house.

"Go back, if you don't kill all the traffickers, letting them out now will be like harming them!" Han Qing reacted quickly, waved his spear decisively, and used the barrel of the gun to trip the first grain man who came out and knock him to the ground.

Dou Sha and Li Yuan, who followed him, also led more than ten soldiers, waving weapons to block the way of those who left the team. At the same time, they repeated Han Qing's order over and over again, "Go back, don't kill all the traffickers, now let the children go."

If they come out, it will harm them.”

"Go back and if you don't kill all the traffickers, letting the children out now will be like harming them!"

"Go back, kill all the traffickers first, and then save the children!"



The grain workers, who were stunned by the cry, suddenly woke up and returned to their previous teams with red faces. Then they held the weapons in their hands tighter.

Before landing on the island, no one knew how many defenders there were on the island. They only knew that the defenders here were a group of human traffickers.

If the defenders' resistance is not completely crushed and the children are allowed to run around in the dark, some children will surely die at the hands of the hiding human traffickers.

"Zhang Fan, lead your team to stay here and be on guard. Dou Sha, light the fire, and ask Ding Shu to send more brothers up. The other three teams, hurry up and push forward!" Han Qing's military command ability is actually very average. He has a good grasp of people's hearts.

, but it is top-notch.

After preventing the grain men from rescuing people immediately, he quickly set about solving the problem. He left Zhang Fan and his fifty brothers behind to protect the safety of all those who asked for help. He also ordered Dou Sha to send a signal for help to Ding Wei.

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Zhang Fan agreed and led a long dragon to stay where he was.

Dou Sha rushed to an empty thatched house he had passed before and lit the thatch at the eaves with a fire stick.

The veterans and grain workers in the other three long dragons were determined, roaring and quickening their pace again. In the blink of an eye, they were advancing more than ten feet further into the depths of the camp.

The front was close to the core of the military stronghold, and small groups of defenders began to appear around them. There were not many of them, and they did not dare to take the initiative to attack the three long dragons. They waved their weapons and shouted loudly, like a bunch of annoying flies.

Han Qing waved his hand, and Dou Sha immediately led his soldiers towards a group of fly-like defenders. The latter immediately turned around and fled, but stopped and regrouped twenty steps away.

The other small groups of defenders also quickly retreated more than twenty steps to keep a sufficient distance from the three long dragons so as not to become a target.

They are waiting for the final outcome of the battle.

With two lifetimes of experience, Han Qing quickly judged the true thoughts of the flies around him.

If our side is defeated, the flies will definitely swarm up and show more ferocity than wild dogs.

If this side keeps winning, the flies will run further and further away, or they will find a place to hide and never appear.

This judgment made him alert, and he quickly cast his gaze straight ahead. Sure enough, at the back of the center of the military camp, a temporary deer log made of carriages, tree trunks and rotten wooden boards came into his eyes.

After Lu Chai, there were more than two hundred defenders. Under the control of a battalion-level commander, they formed a regular mountain formation.

The small number of defeated soldiers who escaped from the front half of the military stronghold were not included in the mountain-shaped formation. Instead, they were stopped by several groups of defenders scattered outside the mountain-shaped formation, and were quickly taken to the surrounding areas for resettlement.

This was the origin of the clusters of "flies" around him. Han Qing suddenly realized it. Then he understood that his opponent was an expert.

The battle between laymen and experts, the longer the delay, the more disadvantageous it is to the laymen. In the next moment, Han Qing stepped forward without hesitation and rushed to the front, "Follow me and kill all these traffickers!"

"Kill all these traffickers!" Seeing their leader taking the lead, the three long dragon-like teams immediately launched the final charge. The four soldiers raised their steel knives and shields without hesitation, and charged forward while

Tightly protecting Han Qing's left and right wings.

The defending general behind Lu Chai decisively ordered to fire arrows. Hundreds of feather arrows rose into the sky and landed on Han Qing's front, back, left and right.

The arrows falling from the front and back were blown by the sea breeze, and the arrows from the left and right sides were blocked by the soldiers with shields. After the first round of arrows, Han Qing was unscathed and successfully reached the edge of Luchai.

Immediately, he suddenly raised the spear above his head, pulling his arms back and swinging forward at the same time.

The body in this life, which he had practiced martial arts since he was a child, is far stronger than the body in his previous life. The spear in his hand rose into the air with his movements.

"Huh--" The spear passed a distance of more than twenty steps, and then rushed down at a faster speed, hitting the heart of the enemy general in the mountain formation!

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