Most Japanese ships that are able to resume their ancestral business at sea have military backgrounds, and the six ships that arrived tonight are no exception.
When the informant infiltrated the ship failed to send a signal at the agreed time, the Japanese leader knew something was wrong and immediately decided to take the initiative.
Upon seeing the firepower equipment on the Japanese ship, Guo Qi, Yang Chengang, and the others felt a chill run down their spines.
There were cannons of various lengths and sizes, thick and thin, and no fewer than seven or eight different types, with each ship equipped with six to eight cannons.
Guo Qi clenched his fist. The ships that had arrived were not ordinary pirate ships, but Japanese military ships. Each ship carried between 300 and 500 soldiers, and the largest ship had no fewer than a thousand soldiers.
Although most of the soldiers' uniforms were worn out, their inner and outer demeanor indicated that they were a well-trained army.
Yang Chengang and He Xiao moved closer to Guo Qi at the same time and said in unison, "What should we do?"
Guo Qi gritted his teeth and squeezed out a single word: "Fight!"
Do we want to repeat the humiliations our Chinese ancestors endured? Of course not!
I'd rather die standing than live on my knees!
Chen Hao, brimming with heroic spirit, shouted, "Fight! Fight his mother!"
Di Fei glanced at him sideways. "What are we going to fight with? With our meager weapons and ammunition, we're not even enough to fill their teeth."
Their weapons and ammunition were found in two ways: first, in caves; and second, on cargo ships.
It looks like a lot when you don't need it, but when you actually use it, it's only good for fighting a small skirmish at most.
Fighting the Japanese military? ... Haha, even Di Fei himself finds it laughable.
"Tao Dali, tell Captain Chang to speed up and charge towards home. Kill gods and Buddhas if they stand in our way. Even if we die, we'll die on our way home."
"yes."
"He Xiao, bring out all the weapons and ammunition. Newcomers, follow He Xiao."
"Okay, newbie, come with me."
"Old Yang, guard the back half. Chen Hao and Di Fei, guard the front half. Give it your all! Give it a good beating! Kill these little devils and give us Chinese a good venting of our anger!"
"Just you wait and see."
Chen Hao patted his chest and guaranteed that he would beat the Japanese devils until they cried for their fathers and mothers.
"Old Jin, get the war drums going. We've been raising you all this time, so don't hold back. If you can't get them going, I'll deduct your contribution points."
"Alright, Guo, just listen to the sound."
"..."
As orders were issued, Guo Qi's commanding presence reassured everyone.
The rapid drumbeats, the air thick with the scent of war and cavalry, filled the air.
If Zuo Ling's family were there, they would surely marvel at Old Jin's dramatic upgrade, and think back to how ridiculous those two basins, one big and one small, were back then...
Old Jin is now playing two drums, one large and one small. One drum is made of wolf skin, and the other is made of crocodile skin.
Old Jin told Guo Qi about the time Xiao Hao flattened the basin with a stick, as a joke. Guo Qi remembered it and, after arriving on the island, had a skilled craftsman carefully make two drums.
The drumbeats weren't as sharp and loud as the basin's, but they were deep and resonant, which boosted morale and sounded more sophisticated.
Old Jin was patting himself on the back as he played. "We can't use a crocodile bag, but we can play a drum made of crocodile skin. Hahaha, beautiful!"
Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, swinging his arms, using all the strength he had accumulated over decades to knock it down, each knock felt like killing a little Japanese soldier.
Having just experienced a bloody battle, the new passengers were still reeling from the earlier incident when they were surrounded by the Japanese military. They were initially somewhat panicked, but seeing everyone on board acting in an orderly manner and following orders, they were afraid of being looked down upon, so they worked even harder.
The ship roared forward, and everyone charged forward with an extremely tragic and heroic emotion.
"Baka!"
The Japanese commander was furious. The Chinese pigs were extremely wicked; they were surrounded and still dared to put on a desperate struggle.
"Bomb! Bomb these Chinese pigs to death!"
The adjutant's face twitched, and he forced a smile as he reminded him:
"Sir, we're running low on ammunition. If we fire them all, I'm afraid..."
*Slap!* The commander slapped his adjutant across the face. “Do I need you to tell me how to do things? Bomb! Bomb them to death!”
Yes, yes.
The adjutant quickly gave the orders.
The commander was well aware of the ammunition shortage. After the land sank, they fought guerrilla warfare everywhere, and ammunition was only being used up and not being used up. Even the most abundant reserves could not withstand such depletion.
Those cannons were just for show, there to intimidate people.
He was determined to get the cargo ship. After all, this is China, a vast country with abundant resources. Even at this point, they can still operate such a large cargo ship.
Putting aside everything else, heavy oil alone is indispensable.
Then, you can use the supplies on the cargo ship to trade with cowboys, kangaroos, and Frenchmen for guns and ammunition, and maybe even some other things, like wine, coffee, cigars, and food...
Sigh, we're lacking everything right now, the commander thinks more and more wonderfully.
Thump, thump, thump, thump...
The commander shouted excitedly, "Fire! Well done! Yes, bombard them like that!"
After calling out, he noticed the soldiers' strange expressions, realized something was wrong, and raised his binoculars.
He was the commander, and his ship was far from the central war zone; without binoculars, he couldn't see anything clearly.
The cannons roared, all firing from the cargo ships onto their own vessels, leaving the commander dumbfounded.
Chen Hao and Di Fei were in high spirits; they hadn't fought a battle so enjoyably since leaving the army.
"Come on, come on, you little devils, come here, hahahaha..."
Chen Hao throws grenades at the Japanese ships, becoming more and more excited with each throw.
Di Fei was fiddling with the small mortar. He didn't even need to aim properly. Once he found a good spot, a single shell would surely produce a few screams.
"Hahaha, great frying, fry it like that."
Chen Hao's laughter dispelled everyone's tension, and the hot-blooded young men roared with excitement.
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