At that moment, the seven warships surrounding them charged forward at full speed.
The nearest reinforcements were still ten nautical miles away, and Chekov immediately requested assistance.
However, they were horrified to discover that all the ship's communication facilities had collectively failed, just as agreed.
As he slammed his fist on the control panel in a fit of rage, that familiar yet irritating voice came through his earpiece, "Hey, my friend, are you alright?"
"No, I'm not okay at all. Who are you? What methods did you use to block the signal?"
I, as a U.S. Major General, order you to hand over the technology.
If you hand over this technology to the United States, I will not only waive the charges against you for this unreasonable infringement, but I will also bring the superhumans from your China who are trapped in the island nation to my door.
How about it?
I swear in the name of God.
"No!" Ruan Xianxian's voice was particularly irritating. "I can't kiss."
"Kiss, kiss, kiss your mother!" Chekov roared, slamming down his headphones. His eyes were bloodshot as he gave the order like a dragon.
"All weapons on board, aim them at that ship! I refuse to believe it!"
As the cannons clicked and turned, and the American soldiers took their positions, no one noticed that a turtle the size of a house had silently swum to the bottom of the ship.
Being targeted by a arsenal of advanced weaponry far surpassing that of China, Ruan Xianxian is also under considerable pressure.
The burly Chekov emerged from the captain's cabin and stood behind a line of American soldiers, his face contorted with rage. Though his voice was not audible, his roar was clearly audible.
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When Ruan Xianxian, who had been watching Chekov's mouth through the telescope, counted to three, the first wave of orcas attacked.
This time, the entire orca family, including the whale general and twenty other whales, joined forces.
It wouldn't cause fatal damage, but it could cause the ship to shift to one side, enough to cause people and horses to capsize.
Right now—
Ruan Xianxian's eyes are brighter than the brightest stars in the night sky.
Suddenly, Weiwei, who was prepared, performed a powerful suction, sending two jets of water shooting down. Before the American soldiers, who had been staggering and falling, could stand up again, they were drenched from the inside out.
Then, a bolt of purple lightning, as thick as a baby's wrist, seemed to strike from the deepest part of the ocean.
Mu Xia manipulated two bolts of lightning, one on the left and one on the right, without striking anyone, merging them all into the gently spewing water net.
The seawater conducted the lightning to every American soldier.
Some of them were convulsing, some were waving their arms and legs, and some were convulsing while constantly opening their mouths and yelling "Ahhh!"
In just a few seconds, they even lost control of their bladder and bowels.
But that wasn't the end of it. After the lightning finally dissipated, the survivors, having escaped death, boarded the deck one after another, a group of figures wrapped in insulated raincoats.
Some people have a jinx, saying that if someone falls and slips into the sea, that person will have the worst luck in eight lifetimes, their legs will give way, and they will fall uncontrollably into the sea.
Someone held up a ball of water the size of their head. The water inside spun rapidly, and if it landed on someone's head, it would feel like falling into a meat grinder.
The most eye-catching one, and the one that Ruan Xianxian thinks is the coolest, is the girl carrying a Tang sword.
Not only is she fast, but her knife strikes are also incredibly fast.
Often, the head would be separated from the neck only after the knife had been used to cut the neck, even if the American soldier had run more than ten meters away.
A massacre, an extreme display of violent aesthetics, in a mere moment, more than a third of the two hundred American soldiers on the warship were killed.
Chekov clung to the mast with one hand, looking like a gorilla in a helpless rage.
Blood mixed with seawater flowed onto the surface of the water, and human heads, mutilated bodies, and various other corpses in different ways floated on the sea.
The orcas, curious, tasted the blood-stained seawater, and were so disgusted that they spat it out, abandoning the idea of tasting a corpse that looked unpalatable and tasted terrible.
He turned around and continued trying to knock Weiwei away.
Ruan Xianxian moved the binoculars to Weiwei's face and saw a helpless look on his turtle-like face. With a slight shove of his claws, he pushed the orca that was beckoning him away.
The battle continued, and because they had to operate the massive firearms, the soldiers carried their rifles and other melee weapons on their backs, making them very inconvenient to handle.
When the last head fell, it was a complete victory with 23 men against 200!
The entire process takes no more than fifteen minutes.
Weiwei returned as quickly as possible and picked up Ruan Xianxian, the communications soldier, the regimental commander, and several others to board the ship.
Without a moment's delay, Commander Wang led our team to take control of the captain's cabin immediately.
Standing on the deck strewn with corpses, Ye Pengde laughed and cried at the same time, his manic laughter echoing across the wind-swept sea.
"A complete US warship, the first complete US warship that our country has acquired."
“Squad leader, Pengde has no regrets even if he dies. He can finally face you in the afterlife.”
His voice was not loud, nor even shrill, yet it silenced the entire sea at that moment.
The superhumans who were originally embracing or exchanging fists slowly lost their smiles. They were the ones who understood best the pitiful and tragic situation of being backward and vulnerable to attack, powerless to resist.
The wind stopped, and a stronger sea breeze began to blow.
Ye Pengde hugged the flagpole that Chekov had just hugged and burst into tears.
No one tried to stop him.
As the two warships drew closer, soldiers boarded one after another, following the superhumans to purge any remaining survivors from the ships.
Ruan Xianxian had already rushed to the captain's cabin, where two old men and an old captain were already steadily getting started.
For veteran captains who have sailed Russian warships, the unfamiliar yet ultimately similar control panel is no challenge; at least getting the ship moving is no problem for them.
The ship's captain was reluctantly explaining operations unfamiliar to the Chinese, with a rifle pressed against his forehead.
So be it, they're prisoners of war. They're all driven by aggression, not loyalty. As long as they're alive, that's all that matters.
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