Black sail

Chapter 516 CL. East Sea Invasion
An outpost occupied by the Aramean Army, surrounded by villages and towns for convenient supply.

Morrison and a hundred or so men are attacking here and are in the final stages.

We had already said hello to the resistance forces in Drifting City before. The Alan Army has very strong cross-era firepower, automatic firearms, and a very fast firing rate.

The resistance army also seized a lot. Although they could not provide Black Sail with one rifle for each person, they did provide support with 400 automatic rifles and 20 boxes of bullets.

Morrison didn't expect that he could upgrade his equipment in this foreign country.

Morrison didn't really want to use the maple forest he got from the Department of Energy. It was a stupid way to kill some miscellaneous soldiers, and using it would shorten his life. But he also did some research on the automatic rifle and the revolver.

It feels average and barely usable, but for ordinary people it is a divine equipment. Even if a mentally retarded person holds it, he will probably have the level of a gold-level adventurer.

“How many people died?”

Morrison squatted down, using a dirt wall as a cover, and asked the adjutant in charge of the operation.

He had never experienced a serious battle, but it was just killing people anyway, so it didn't matter.

"Six of our brothers could not be saved, and more than a dozen others were injured."

The adjutant looked embarrassed.

There were only more than thirty army soldiers at this outpost, and it was a surprise attack, so this casualty ratio was not very reasonable.

But the main force of the enemy was also destroyed, leaving only seven or eight soldiers still stubbornly defending around the watchtower.

Little crybabies are not fit for war.

These pirates wanted to make a lot of money, so they were willing to accept defeat. Losing their lives was considered a happy death.

Local thugs may not have a complete system, but the giant Black Sail must have one. The pension mechanism is already very complete. It seems to be a loss of money, but in fact it stimulates the subjective initiative of the overall combat, and the potential benefits are far greater.

Truth is contrary to common sense.

Morrison doesn't really understand it, but he's just pretending to be cool.

"It's not a big deal. When we get back from Mulong, all of you guys will be fucking bosses."

Morrison said casually.

After the planning of the new district was completed, the Mirror Sea on Oaks' side was built up. The protection fee buyout system promoted by Li Site did not reach an agreement with the Western Continent, but the Far East has made some progress. There are no more pirates robbing, and the sense of security is full, which promotes trade between the two sides. During the Dollinger period, due to the chaos, no one dared to go to the East China Sea. In fact, many wealthy men who wanted to go on vacation were very curious about the places they had never set foot on, and they were full of yearning for the mysterious Far East.

Directly in the Universe CBD, the East China Sea City That Never Sleeps, there are countless venues. Outsiders who want to contract land or rent shops have to bid. Black Sail must also directly operate a part of them.

Just like the bad pirates who once blocked Secret Harbor and robbed trains have become the slick middle management, this group of pirates who came to Mulon will become the backbone of Black Sails as long as they can survive.

The adjutant was also excited when he heard this. Paradise Port used to be a dreamy den of money, and now after the version upgrade, being a rich man in it would be a fucking divine life.

I also got excited.

"You dog of Alan, I'll fuck your ancestors, just tell me straight, surrender or not. I can spare your life now."

The adjutant shouted to the army soldiers hiding in the bunkers around the watchtower.

However, there was no response from the other party.

The adjutant was ready to lead the charge.

Morrison stopped him.

It is better to minimize unnecessary casualties. The enemy's firepower network can no longer cover the area, so Morrison is ready to solve the problem himself.

"Don't move, all of you."

Morrison handed the automatic rifle to the adjutant. He didn't need it. To be honest, this kind of firearm was a bit heavy. Although it was a continuous firearm with considerable power, it was still not enough for his level.

What we are pursuing is the ultimate flexibility and speed. We can keep the revolver and load it with six bullets. I heard that this kind of gun has rifling technology and better accuracy. I hope it is more useful than the five-barreled gun customized in Linden City before.

Holding Mullon's characteristic saber in one hand and a revolver in the left, he stood up and exposed himself.

Da da da……

The rifle fired bursts of fire.

Virgil, commonly known as Little Morrison, spun his saber at an incredibly fast speed, deflecting all the bullets, and the buzzing sound of the continuous metal collisions slightly vibrated his eardrums.

"It's really time to change to better weapons."

Morrison looked at the saber that was full of holes and smoking, but fortunately, it wouldn't break for the time being, so he pedaled quickly and rushed into the battle circle.

The other pirates also provided covering fire, sharing the firepower with Morrison.

All the bullets fired at Morrison were deflected by the spinning saber, and Morrison was already standing on the roof, surveying all the enemy positions.

Holding the saber in reverse grip, the index finger quickly pulls the hammer of the revolver to maximize the function. This semi-mechanical brake is actually faster than the firing rate of a burst rifle.

In less than half a second, six shots were fired, and the revolver was overloaded due to metal fatigue and started smoking.

Six Arakan army soldiers were killed instantly, all of them were shot in the forehead and eyebrows, and blood oozed out.

There was still one Arran soldier left, about thirty meters away from Morrison. Seeing that his revolver had run out of bullets, he fired a whole box of twenty rounds at Morrison's back.

Morrison's cracked crocodile leather jacket had many mechanisms inside, which could be said to be semi-metallic. He lifted the hem of his jacket to protect his head, and the saber spun wildly.

He resisted with all his might and nearly broke the knife. It was now full of nicks and dents, and was just scrap metal, no longer able to cut anyone.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

The Aramean soldier didn't know what kind of monster this man was, and began to change magazines in a panic, accidentally dropping a magazine to the ground.

Morrison was somewhat speechless. He just leisurely loaded a bullet into his revolver, raised his half-broken saber as a mirror, and looked at the soldier thirty meters behind him.

"Let me see, your heart is on the left, but in the mirror it's on the right, we're both facing the same direction, and the gun is upside down. Hope that's not too fancy..."

The moment the Arakan soldier loaded the magazine.

boom!
He was shot in the heart and collapsed to the ground helplessly.

"Be careful! Up there!"

The adjutant shouted that there was one last enemy on the top of the watchtower, who seemed to be a communications soldier, pointing a gun at Morrison.

click!
The flying knife shot out like a crossbow and pierced through the neck directly, and the person was thrown out of the watchtower by the huge inertia and fell from a height of more than ten meters. With a dull sound, the head was completely separated. The lungs were still contracting because they were too alive, and blood bubbles were gushing out of the trachea at the broken neck.

Everyone on Black Sail's side was stunned. He was so damn handsome. No wonder these guys from Black Sail could defeat Dollinger.

At this point, all the soldiers at this outpost were wiped out.

But Morrison didn't take it seriously, which was understandable. The highlight had not yet arrived. Crocodile Island, that group of generals, and the main force were the most difficult to deal with.

"Please clean up the place and collect all the usable guns and bullets. I will take a few people to contact the people in the nearby villages and towns. This place has a new owner."

Morrison ordered.

ten minutes later.

Morrison entered the village, but every door was closed. Both the Arakan Army and the Resistance Army were shunned by the plague.

"It's really difficult to handle."

Morrison kicked open the door of a random house.

There was a simple wooden boiler in the room, and some medicine was being boiled with firewood, which smelled terrible.

In the corner, there was only a skinny woman wearing a headscarf. Her skin was dark, and her collarbone and cheekbones were extremely protruding, as if a layer of skin was glued to her bones.

She is breastfeeding her baby.

As Morrison broke in, the baby began to cry, and the woman covered the baby's mouth tightly and looked at Morrison in horror.

"That's fucked up."

Morrison was speechless.

(End of this chapter)