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Chapter 188 The Captain's Fantastic Journey (I)

Tiequan was greatly shocked. He looked at the simple camp in the mountains ahead. It was like a giant cockroach nest. He just brought people outside to make some noise tentatively, and the enemies inside fled in all directions. It was a large dark area, which was really scary.

He brought his men here, not thinking about what to do. He just wanted to shout and ask the people inside to come out to see how many enemies there were in the camp. Unexpectedly, they actually escaped!
Since you've already escaped, why are you still being polite?!

Iron Fist led his men in a charge without a second thought, yelling and rushing into the camp.

No one resisted. When the soldiers in tattered uniforms saw the player, they either fled in other directions or threw away their weapons, knelt on the ground, raised their hands and surrendered to the latter.

Those who escaped were fine, but those who surrendered to the players scared them.

Because too many people surrendered to them, but there were only seven or eight players, less than double digits.

“For the Republic!!!”

An NPC who looked like an officer shouted, and he rushed out from the group of soldiers kneeling and surrendering with a saber in his hand, rushing towards Iron Fist who was walking in the front.

"boom!"

The player next to Iron Fist raised a flintlock rifle and fired at the officer. The gunshot cut through the tense air, and the officer responded... but did not fall to the ground.

The officer felt his body up and down, overjoyed, and continued to rush forward.

"Fuck, you missed the target!"

Iron Fist cursed, picked up his sword, strode forward, and rushed towards the officer. The two immediately clashed, and sparks flew and clanging sounds were heard as the swords clashed.

Tie Quan thought he could easily and quickly deal with his opponent, but he never thought that the difficulty of his opponent was beyond his expectations. The saber in the latter's hand was like a snake spitting out its tongue, fast, accurate and ruthless, with all three qualities. Every time he swung the sword, he was fierce and desperate, only attacking and not defending.

Tiequan was certainly not afraid of fighting desperately, but he did not expect that he would meet a desperate man here. Those NPCs that collapsed at the slightest touch made him a little careless. He thought that this time it would be an easy harvest and was not prepared for a desperate fight at all.

So when the fight started, Tiequan was caught off guard and was hit three times in a row. One hit his chest, one hit his shoulder, and the last hit his stomach, which scared him so much that he screamed.

However, the quality of the military coat-style cotton armor produced by the player workshop is still acceptable. Even after being hit three times in a row, these three cuts only cut through the surface of the cotton coat, making a sharp friction sound and sparks on the internal armor plates, but did not hurt Iron Fist.

Even the final stab did not penetrate the armor plate, but got stuck in the gap between the armor plates.

"grass!"

With a roar, Tiequan grabbed the saber on his stomach and pulled it hard. With his other hand, he turned the weapon upside down and used the weight ball on the hilt to hit the officer's face viciously.

After a muffled sound, there was no blood splattering, and the officer fell straight back.

After knocking down the little boss with great difficulty, Tiequan stood there gasping for breath, with hot sweat dripping down his forehead.

Although they only fought for a few rounds, such high-intensity confrontation had already made Iron Fist exhausted.

The hand holding the sword trembled slightly. In the previous battle, he had almost exhausted all his strength and barely subdued this desperate officer.

"Damn, this NPC is so fucking cruel!"

Iron Fist panted heavily and cursed softly. He looked down at his cotton armor. Although it had not been pierced, the three deep knife marks were still shocking.

He could clearly feel the marks left by the saber on the armor and the icy cold tip of the knife that penetrated his bones.

After catching his breath and regaining his composure, Tiequan thought of a question.

"You idiot, why are you just standing there watching the show? Why don't you help me? We're brothers, you shouldn't be so indifferent, right?"

Tie Quan complained loudly to the players nearby, accusing them of being indifferent and watching. The accused didn't care, and they just laughed and talked.

"We thought you were going to challenge him one-on-one, so we didn't make a move."

"Yes, one rider asks, one rider asks."

"To ask you!"

Tiequan cursed.

"Don't use those little Japanese words, Xia Jiba. I hate that kind of stuff... Come on, tie up this little boss."

"Why? Just kill it and it will save you trouble."

"It's more valuable to capture him alive. This guy looks like an officer. Maybe he knows some useful information."

"But there's another one here!?"

Another player raised his weapon and pointed to the other side of the camp. An NPC wearing the same officer uniform was also looking at the players blankly, like a goose.

……

When Bock opened his eyes, he was greeted by an unfamiliar tent ceiling. He stared at the green tent for a long time, his mind still in a mess. He tried to recall what had happened, but his memory seemed to be torn into pieces, floating in his mind in bits and pieces.

"Where is...where?"

Bock murmured in a hoarse, dry voice. He struggled to sit up, but a sharp pain and dizziness in his forehead forced him to lie down again.

"You're awake."

A voice came from the corner of the tent. Bock turned his head and saw a familiar person sitting in the corner. He was holding a bowl in his hand and making some noises. He didn't know what he was eating.

It was only at this point that Bock recalled what had happened to him... During a sword fight, he was knocked unconscious by someone using a weighted ball on the hilt of a sword.

Oh, how embarrassing.

Bock raised his hand and touched his aching forehead. Although there was no mirror, he could clearly feel the lump on his forehead. He could even imagine what he looked like now.

His hair was disheveled, his face was bruised from being beaten, and there was a big bump on his forehead. He looked in a disheveled state.

"Where are we?"

Bock fumbled and got out of bed. He looked back at the camp bed with a little surprise... Why was this bed made of tough cloth and an iron frame?

From a soldier's perspective, this thing is very light, thin and breathable, and is very suitable for marching and fighting. When moving, it only needs to be folded and loaded onto a vehicle, or carried on the back.

What a great thing! How come I haven’t seen it before?
"Inside the enemy camp."

"What? What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly!?"

"I said, we are inside the enemy camp... We are prisoners now."

Captain Carl repeated it again, looking at the stunned Bock, and raised the empty bowl in his hand to show him.

"Things are a little complicated. You'll know soon. Are you hungry now? I'll take you to dinner."

(End of this chapter)