Amid the screams of the crowd, the iron gate was about to be pushed down. Gao Gui cursed and called several teams to fire at the iron gate by standing and squatting. From the gaps of the iron gate, the Philippine natives seemed to have taken stimulants, their faces were twisted, just like bloodthirsty zombies smelling fresh blood, rushing in crazily, regardless of the gun bullets that kept firing.
At this moment, the special operations camp fully reflects the results of hell training. Everyone is loading, changing columns, and shooting in an orderly manner, completely like a killing machine.
In order to encourage them, Gao Gui kept shouting with his internal strength to inspire their morale. Today was the day he swears the most, and the native Philippine father and mother were fucked by him hundreds of times with words.
There were more and more corpses, and blood dyed the entire Koro Port Port red. Many soldiers could no longer bear such blood, and the launch frequency also deviated. What's more, their ammunition was exhausted. When Gongsun Liangru reported to him, Gao Gui sneered and said lightly: Don't forget, our special operations camps are all composed of masters. Do you forget to use a knife if you use a musket!
Seeing that he was so calm, Gongsun Liangru couldn't help but be afraid.
Draw your sword!
Gongsun Liang roared angrily
Everyone dropped the gun in their hands and pulled out the sword. Except for those who were standing on the wall, everyone else concentrated on the iron gate.
The iron gate was constantly being pushed, and the indigenous mobs howled hysterically in language they couldn't understand, like zombies that were about to eat people and suck blood in Resident Evil
Gao Gui looked around, his face firmly, shouted quickly: Now the time to test you is here, I will fight side by side with you, I will never allow anyone to retreat, nor will anyone be afraid. The natives in front of us are not humans, but animals, wolves, and wild animals. Seventy years ago, they followed the Spanish behind the Spanish to massacre us Chinese. Forty years ago, another time, a total of 50,000 compatriots were killed by them, men were chopped off their heads, and women were humiliated by them. This year, our Ming compatriots were slaughtered by them again, why! Are we the lambs to be slaughtered? Do we let them slaughter! Remember for me that today we are avenging tens of thousands of compatriots who were slaughtered by them. Whoever takes a step back will get out of here, and my special operations camp will not be without eggs!
kill!
Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!
The sound shook the sky, and the bold swords shone brightened their dark faces. When the iron gate was finally pushed down by the thugs, the real battle began.
Gao Gui roared and went forward, and shot one person on the spot with one punch. He used the corpse as a weapon to smash the thugs. Although there were many people coming, he blocked one piece of it. The corpse weapon in his hand was broken, and only one arm was left. He simply threw it away and punched and kicked in the crowd. No one could stop him in one move. Other soldiers were also good at martial arts. Dealing with such thugs with no power, there were zero casualties. No matter how many people wanted to come in, they were firmly blocked by them. Their formation was like an iron barrel., When the people in front were tired of fighting, the people behind could take over in three seconds and replace others to rest. However, Gao Gui had a long internal force and didn't have to stop. He took a fierce move. He grabbed a knife in the melee and killed it like cutting vegetables and melons. Not only were they not squeezed in, but they rushed up, and even cut off several heads in a row, blood pouring him all over his head. He was like a devil from hell. The thugs in front of him were all jealous and consciously wanted to avoid him, but the people from behind squeezed the retreat path to death. Where could they retreat?
In the big house less than twenty or thirty meters away, the Spanish soldiers and sailors locked inside were shocked when they saw such a shocking scene. Are those people still humans?
They had never seen such a strong combat-capable army, with only two or three hundred people, using the wall, guns and swords to continuously kill the enemies. Not only were they not forced to take a step back, but they slowly drove thousands of enemies out of the door. What kind of psychological quality and combat qualities do this require?
A first mate in his forties squeezed behind the window and murmured: Is this still a human?
In the distance, on the moored boat, Koquera, who was helped to the side of the ship by Teresa, looked extremely ugly. He saw that this Han army with a very small number of people were completely bulleted. Seeing that they used swords to fight hand-to-hand combat, he was still mocking in his heart. It would be fine if these two or three hundred people confronted at least eight or nine thousand people. After the bullets were completely exhausted, they still had to fight in close combat. Those mobs would trample them to death even if they stepped on them. He was even thinking about how to persuade the mob later, organize them to counterattack the Invincible Castle, and drive these Han troops out. Yes, they said that they were here to avenge the Chinese merchants and wanted to kill all the Filipinos. Koquera was a little excited.
But then, he was frightened. He finally knew what kind of opponent he was facing. If it were his army, he had already fled with the same number of people. Even if he didn't turn around and flee, he would retreat immediately after he had all the bullets. This small army had advanced weapons and had a perverted combat power. The officers were even ahead of their steps. Koquera was cold all over. He had actually massacred the citizens of a country with such a powerful army!
Coquila was chilling
Teresa was staring at the man covered in blood. At this time, she was in a very complicated mood. She was observing the oriental man who had just turned her into a real woman. Although she couldn't understand what the man was yelling, she saw that this powerful army was inspired by him and became more brave. He was the military soul, the soul of this army!
The corpse accumulates like mountains and blood flows into a river!
The iron gate was blocked by corpses. The two men were slashing each other through a pile of corpses. Just when Gao Gui thought the situation was good and he could finally turn the thugs out, a large number of stones were thrown in from outside. It turned out that the thugs could not attack, so they used their only IQ and picked up the stones and threw them. They followed suit. The people finally inspired their wisdom after paying hundreds or thousands of lives. The stones were smashed in like hail. The soldiers did not cause much casualties in hand-to-hand combat, but were injured more than half of them under the attack of this manual trek. They hurriedly approached the wall, and the parabola thrown by stones could not be smashed here. The soldiers were looking for cover, which was indeed temporarily safe, but they also lost the blocking effect. The thugs shouted again to charge.
The situation is extremely critical
At this moment, the special operations camp fully reflects the results of hell training. Everyone is loading, changing columns, and shooting in an orderly manner, completely like a killing machine.
In order to encourage them, Gao Gui kept shouting with his internal strength to inspire their morale. Today was the day he swears the most, and the native Philippine father and mother were fucked by him hundreds of times with words.
There were more and more corpses, and blood dyed the entire Koro Port Port red. Many soldiers could no longer bear such blood, and the launch frequency also deviated. What's more, their ammunition was exhausted. When Gongsun Liangru reported to him, Gao Gui sneered and said lightly: Don't forget, our special operations camps are all composed of masters. Do you forget to use a knife if you use a musket!
Seeing that he was so calm, Gongsun Liangru couldn't help but be afraid.
Draw your sword!
Gongsun Liang roared angrily
Everyone dropped the gun in their hands and pulled out the sword. Except for those who were standing on the wall, everyone else concentrated on the iron gate.
The iron gate was constantly being pushed, and the indigenous mobs howled hysterically in language they couldn't understand, like zombies that were about to eat people and suck blood in Resident Evil
Gao Gui looked around, his face firmly, shouted quickly: Now the time to test you is here, I will fight side by side with you, I will never allow anyone to retreat, nor will anyone be afraid. The natives in front of us are not humans, but animals, wolves, and wild animals. Seventy years ago, they followed the Spanish behind the Spanish to massacre us Chinese. Forty years ago, another time, a total of 50,000 compatriots were killed by them, men were chopped off their heads, and women were humiliated by them. This year, our Ming compatriots were slaughtered by them again, why! Are we the lambs to be slaughtered? Do we let them slaughter! Remember for me that today we are avenging tens of thousands of compatriots who were slaughtered by them. Whoever takes a step back will get out of here, and my special operations camp will not be without eggs!
kill!
Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!
The sound shook the sky, and the bold swords shone brightened their dark faces. When the iron gate was finally pushed down by the thugs, the real battle began.
Gao Gui roared and went forward, and shot one person on the spot with one punch. He used the corpse as a weapon to smash the thugs. Although there were many people coming, he blocked one piece of it. The corpse weapon in his hand was broken, and only one arm was left. He simply threw it away and punched and kicked in the crowd. No one could stop him in one move. Other soldiers were also good at martial arts. Dealing with such thugs with no power, there were zero casualties. No matter how many people wanted to come in, they were firmly blocked by them. Their formation was like an iron barrel., When the people in front were tired of fighting, the people behind could take over in three seconds and replace others to rest. However, Gao Gui had a long internal force and didn't have to stop. He took a fierce move. He grabbed a knife in the melee and killed it like cutting vegetables and melons. Not only were they not squeezed in, but they rushed up, and even cut off several heads in a row, blood pouring him all over his head. He was like a devil from hell. The thugs in front of him were all jealous and consciously wanted to avoid him, but the people from behind squeezed the retreat path to death. Where could they retreat?
In the big house less than twenty or thirty meters away, the Spanish soldiers and sailors locked inside were shocked when they saw such a shocking scene. Are those people still humans?
They had never seen such a strong combat-capable army, with only two or three hundred people, using the wall, guns and swords to continuously kill the enemies. Not only were they not forced to take a step back, but they slowly drove thousands of enemies out of the door. What kind of psychological quality and combat qualities do this require?
A first mate in his forties squeezed behind the window and murmured: Is this still a human?
In the distance, on the moored boat, Koquera, who was helped to the side of the ship by Teresa, looked extremely ugly. He saw that this Han army with a very small number of people were completely bulleted. Seeing that they used swords to fight hand-to-hand combat, he was still mocking in his heart. It would be fine if these two or three hundred people confronted at least eight or nine thousand people. After the bullets were completely exhausted, they still had to fight in close combat. Those mobs would trample them to death even if they stepped on them. He was even thinking about how to persuade the mob later, organize them to counterattack the Invincible Castle, and drive these Han troops out. Yes, they said that they were here to avenge the Chinese merchants and wanted to kill all the Filipinos. Koquera was a little excited.
But then, he was frightened. He finally knew what kind of opponent he was facing. If it were his army, he had already fled with the same number of people. Even if he didn't turn around and flee, he would retreat immediately after he had all the bullets. This small army had advanced weapons and had a perverted combat power. The officers were even ahead of their steps. Koquera was cold all over. He had actually massacred the citizens of a country with such a powerful army!
Coquila was chilling
Teresa was staring at the man covered in blood. At this time, she was in a very complicated mood. She was observing the oriental man who had just turned her into a real woman. Although she couldn't understand what the man was yelling, she saw that this powerful army was inspired by him and became more brave. He was the military soul, the soul of this army!
The corpse accumulates like mountains and blood flows into a river!
The iron gate was blocked by corpses. The two men were slashing each other through a pile of corpses. Just when Gao Gui thought the situation was good and he could finally turn the thugs out, a large number of stones were thrown in from outside. It turned out that the thugs could not attack, so they used their only IQ and picked up the stones and threw them. They followed suit. The people finally inspired their wisdom after paying hundreds or thousands of lives. The stones were smashed in like hail. The soldiers did not cause much casualties in hand-to-hand combat, but were injured more than half of them under the attack of this manual trek. They hurriedly approached the wall, and the parabola thrown by stones could not be smashed here. The soldiers were looking for cover, which was indeed temporarily safe, but they also lost the blocking effect. The thugs shouted again to charge.
The situation is extremely critical
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