After Beitang Xue left, Ye Huang was not in a hurry to enter the cockpit.
No matter whether this fat man who looks like he has a bit of military backbone will actually write down the place and time of the transaction with the Kingdom of the Sun on that piece of paper.
This information no longer has any reference value.
Since there are surveillance equipment from South Vietnam in this cabin, I believe they will not be so stupid that they will deploy according to the original plan even if their interception team is about to be destroyed.
In the span of a cigarette, Chu Tiange, Bai Peng and others boarded the dilapidated frigate.
"Boss."
"Instructor!"
"How about it?"
Turning around, Ye Huang asked.
"I didn't get any valuable information. The people on these official ships are just a bunch of losers. They do whatever the superiors tell them to do. They don't have any opinions at all. However, I did get some information, but it has little to do with this mission."
Shaking his head, Chu Tiange sighed and agreed.
"It must be that some countries are behind their troubles in the South China Sea every day these years. My guess is correct."
Smiling lightly, some things can be completely clear without too much guessing.
No matter how capable South Vietnam and the Philippines are, they would not dare to confront the current China head-on without support behind them.
"It seems that I asked in vain." Chu Tiange spread his hands and said a little depressed.
"Haha, not necessarily. At least let some people know that some of the actions they did are already very clear to us." As he spoke, Ye Huang pointed to a camera in the cockpit of the frigate that was destroyed by himself.
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Suddenly, Chu Tiange and others understood.
"Is there surveillance?"
"Otherwise? These South Vietnamese bastards don't really feel at ease with their subordinates..."
With a chuckle, Ye Huang turned around and walked into the cockpit, while Chu Tiange and others also walked in with guns loaded.
In the cockpit, the captain held the book that Ye Huang pointed to before, but did not take action. He trembled when he saw Ye Huang and others coming in, with a look of fear in his eyes.
"Okay, I understand! It's patriotic and respectable. I'll let you die a happy death..."
Nodding, Ye Huang turned around, walked out again with broken steps, and said a word of indifference when he passed in front of Chu Tiange and others.
"Kill them all and sink the ship."
One sentence can determine everyone's life or death.
When Chu Tiange and others heard what Ye Huang said, they did not hesitate at all. When they pulled the submachine gun in their hands, the bullets poured out like a heavy rain.
In an instant, the dozens of South Vietnamese sergeants in the entire cockpit were like a swarm of demons dancing wildly, with blood dripping from all over their bodies. Within ten seconds, they were all killed.
The thick smell of blood and gunpowder filled the entire cabin.
Chu Tiange and others, who were already familiar with destroying corpses and exterminating traces, did not directly detonate the entire ammunition depot of the warship.
Instead, they first carried several barrels of gasoline and burned the three ships and their bodies that were close together, and then detonated the time bomb placed in the ammunition depot.
There was a loud roar, and the sky-high flames billowed over the South China Sea, completely illuminating the entire sea area like daylight.
In the distance, Ye Huang, who had reboarded the fishing boat, had his hands on his back and looked at everything happening in front of him. It was all directed by him.
From the chase during the day to the fatal blow at night, Ye Huang seemed calm and calm from the beginning to the end, without even any excitement.
To him, these South Vietnamese soldiers in front of him were like animals, and he could harvest them with just a swing of his knife.
His real opponents in Europe and America are just doing something for the country.
"These South Vietnamese are really good at finding places to intercept us, but they chose such a deep water place. Even if some Western countries want to use this as an argument, I'm afraid they won't be able to do anything."
Chu Tiange, who was standing on the side of Emperor Ye, looked proud, as if the massacre just now did not affect his mood.
Ye Huang chuckled lightly and said nothing.
During the day, he had observed the charts of the entire South China Sea, and naturally considered the possible consequences of destroying this interception team.
The average depth of this area of water is at least three thousand meters. Once the ship sinks, it is basically impossible to fish it out.
Some countries want to make a fuss about this, but I'm afraid they can only stare blankly.
"Let them search again. There must be no survivors!"
Looking at the ship sinking slowly in the firelight, Ye Huang said something again, and Chu Tiange nodded and walked away.
Beitang Xue, who had left before, rushed over with the monk and Zhong Fan at this time.
Beitang Xue still has the same expression that has never changed, and the monk's expression is also very normal.
Only Zhong Fan's face looked a little pale, and his whole body seemed to be trembling.
"What's wrong?"
Ye Huang raised his eyebrows and asked.
"Haha, it's nothing, just a little seasick."
Squeezing out a smile that was uglier than crying, Zhong Fan explained.
"Isn't that what seasickness looks like? What's wrong? Is it a heat cold?" Ye Huang knew that generally seasickness is caused by turning pale and vomiting, but not shivering. This boy is obviously not the one.
"Boss, he was scared. This kid usually seems to be very brave, and he has a lot of experience in slashing and killing in the Yanhuang Society, but this is the first time for him to see a scene like this today. When Mazi fired just now,
, he was just behind, and happened to see a few South Vietnamese soldiers with their heads blooming, and this is what happened."
The one who spoke was the monk. While explaining, he also patted Zhong Fan on the shoulder, and the slap did not break him up.
"It's not that I'm afraid, I just feel a little disgusted."
Squeezing out a smile, Zhong Fan said bravely.
He looked like a big man, but because he was afraid of shooting, it was really speechless to tell him.
However, Zhong Fan had to admit that the scene where his head was like a watermelon blooming, and the balls were flying around made him quite nauseous.
"You'll get used to it after seeing it too much. Everyone comes here step by step. You're doing pretty well, just look at them.
" Pointing to some fishing boat crew members squatting on the bow not far away, retching, Ye Huang could only smile bitterly.
I told them before not to show up secretly to take a look, but there are always a few curious young guys who want to take a look.
As a result, we saw a stomach-churning scene. These boys had been vomiting for a while, and they probably also vomited out the overnight meal.
"Haha, from now on, these guys will probably not be able to eat tofu pudding after seeing it." The monk laughed dryly. When he first became a special forces soldier, he shot murderers and their bodies were splashed. When he returned, the instructor gave them tofu pudding.
