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Chapter 1127 is on the verge of triggering

Li Jiahao said with a somewhat bitter face, "Mr. Chu, we have not thought of your idea, but the guerrillas are not that easy to deal with... Their leader, named Kun Sa, is the most vicious leader in Malay.

It is said that he grew up in Taiguo in the west and practiced Taiquan so fiercely that he almost swept the entire southeastern peninsula.

He is agile, kills without batting an eye, and is an extremely difficult character.

It’s really difficult to get rid of him..."

"oh?

So, this guy named Kunsha can be considered a warrior?"

Except for the Japanese country, Chu Nan had never competed with other foreign warriors. This aroused his interest and asked, "Do you know what level of warrior he is?"

"I don't know about that, but it's just that it's very powerful."

Li Jiahao said helplessly, "Kun Sha is good at martial arts and agile, so he can escape quickly.

And he is often behind the guerrillas, giving you no chance to get close.

You can't fight him unless you break through the guerrillas' defense line, but by then, he will have escaped long ago!"

Listening to Li Jiahao's words, Chu Nan had some basic understanding of this guerrilla leader.

However, he did not waver easily. He still felt that if he wanted to win this small-scale war, he must deal with this Kunsha! Otherwise, the Chinese in Chinatown may not have a chance to make a comeback, and they will only be reduced to

The object of the massacre by the guerrillas... As the sun set, the wind roared by the seaside, rolling up waves and hitting the rocks, making a dull sound, spreading into the distance... A man in a smart suit sat quietly in front of the sea

On the rock, well-developed muscles were exposed, and there was a deep knife mark on the domineering face, adding a bit of chill and momentum.

He seemed to be concentrating with his eyes closed, and he seemed to be practicing cultivation. His whole person seemed to be one with nature, without any sense of disobedience.

Not long after, a group of warriors wearing various costumes and weapons appeared on the coast, and the one they surrounded was indeed an old man with a white beard.

The old man was wearing a Malay indigenous long robe, which looked very ethnic.

He came to the shore on crutches and said to the man, "Dear Kunsha, Captain Asher of the Patriot Guerrilla Army is reporting to you."

Kunsha, who was sitting on the rock, slowly opened his eyes, turned around with a bright face, and said with a rare smile, "Ashe, I finally waited for you. As soon as you arrived, the guerrillas finally gathered together.

Together.

This time, I will drive out the Chinese families on this small island and build our own base!"

"Yes, Master Kunsha, Asher is willing to hand over the entire team to you.

You are a great Malay hero. The government is unreliable. Restoring the once glorious Malay history depends entirely on you!"

Asher got so excited that he knelt down and said piously, "Malaysia does not need foreigners. Our own homeland should be protected by ourselves!"

Kunsha stood up, laughed with great pride and said, "Okay! Asher, you are indeed an old man I can rely on.

You are right. There are tens of millions of Malays in our country. Why does the economy need to rely on the appearance of the Chinese?

Why is there still a state within a state?

I, Kun Sa, will fight to the death for the Malays! Today, I will let the world see that our guerrillas have restored the confidence and hope of the Malays!"

"Follow Master Kunsha to the death, follow Master Kunsha to the death!!"

The surrounding guerrillas shouted excitedly and raised their guns, as if they wanted to prove how powerful they were.

"Lord Kunsha, when I came here, I heard from the boatman that the Chinese seemed to have organized their own escort team and also brought in a batch of arms. Gunshots have been heard from time to time in the past few days, very intensively."

Asher spoke slowly, "We have to take precautions and have to take a long-term approach."

"Haha, how many cats and dogs can scare you?

Asher, you are really old."

Kunsha smiled disdainfully, "Have we not killed enough Chinese?

They will just accept the situation, kneel down and beg for mercy, and let them resist?

If they had that ability, the Malay government would not look down on them.

So what if a guard team is formed?

We are several teams gathered together, with hundreds of people. Can the Chinese on this island resist this violent storm?"

"Yes, Master Kunsha is right. I am too cautious."

Asher nodded slowly, and then spoke again, "Master Kunsha, I have some clues about what you asked me to inquire about. Before I came here, I found a guy who once worked as a servant for the Li family on the island where I belong. He

It is said that Li Jiahao hid all the Li family's treasures in the basement of one of the stores in Chinatown. He also participated in the moving, but he didn't know exactly where they were hidden."

"Okay, that's great! As long as I know that those treasures have not been moved, I will find them even if I dig deep!"

Kunsha shouted excitedly, "With the Li family's treasure, our guerrillas can continue to develop and expand. Even if the government forces encircle and suppress us, we won't be afraid anymore!"

Having said this, Kunsha patted Old Asher on the shoulder with satisfaction, waved his hand and said, "Let's go, brothers, follow me and drink spicy food, kill the Chinese, rob their women and wealth, and become this small town."

Master of the island!"

"Ho ho ho!!!"

For a moment, the guerrillas broke out in earth-shattering shouts, as if they had won... In the dense forest beside the island, there were densely packed guerrillas of various colors standing, some holding submachine guns, and some holding submachine guns.

They were holding semi-automatic rifles, and some even held Mauser and 38 rifles from decades ago. It was extremely chaotic.

But looking at the greedy and hateful eyes of these people, as well as the murderous momentum, even though their clothes are not uniform and most of them look carefree, no one dares to offend these crazy guys! Under the leadership of Kun Sha,

Hundreds of guerrillas shuttled through this dense coconut forest, striding towards Chinatown near the fishing port on the east side of the island! The sun went down and night fell.

The moonlight shines on the sea and beach. In Chinatown, which used to be bustling with activity, it is extremely deserted tonight. There are no people walking on the street. Every shop has closed. It is so quiet that you can hear a pin drop.

of clarity.

The fishing port next to it was also extremely quiet and eerie. The fishermen who came from all directions seemed to have disappeared without a trace. Even the fishing boats that were full of people in the fishing port two days ago had all dispersed without knowing where they were going.

The atmosphere was tense and suffocating to the extreme, and everyone knew that a nightmare was about to come.

On the outskirts of Chinatown, temporary defense measures were limited, with only a simple fortification built using sandbags.

The members of the escort lay down in the trenches and some secret sentinel locations with their guns raised, quietly waiting for the crisis to come.

Some people were so nervous that they could hardly breathe, their faces turned red, their hands holding automatic rifles were trembling, and cold sweat flowed down their cheeks. It was obvious that they were not used to such an atmosphere.

"Everyone, please pay attention. According to intelligence, Kunsha will attack us Chinese tonight. Everyone must stick to their posts. Even if anything happens, they cannot leave! If the guerrillas come after a while, listen to my command before shooting!"

A low shout came from the side, which finally made the nervous escort members relax a little.

These are novices who have never even tried to kill someone with a gun, let alone on the battlefield.

To describe it in the words of a veteran, they are just a bunch of scared recruits.

In order to appease these temporarily formed novices and prevent the guerrillas from collapsing if they charge casually, Chu Nan was forced to retain five members of the Apocalypse Team to act as commanders and guard the periphery of Chinatown.

As long as the guerrillas are not allowed to overwhelm the defense line, then there is still a chance of driving these guys away.

There was no way, no one expected that the guerrillas would attack so fiercely this time, with the intention of killing them all! In the woods in the distance, there was suddenly a sound of slight footsteps, and more and more black shadows were scattered towards this place.

The edge moves slowly.

"Instructor... over there, okay, there seems to be someone..." The member of the escort team was so nervous that he stammered.


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