"Gods!"

"Gods!"

They shouted frantically, waving their arms and even shooting into the sky hoping the gods would notice, but Karn didn't stop him, for he himself was shouting, his contorted faces more agitated than the soldiers.

At a height of hundreds of meters, the balloon soldier with big shoulders and round waist looked at a large number of small black dots rushing wildly on the ground, and his face was confused.

"What are they doing?" the balloon soldier wondered, clutching the dynamite canister.

"Whatever, just save some effort and blow up!" Santiago lit the dynamite canister and dropped it first, and the balloonists followed suit.

Seeing the gods generously dropping the "gifts", the soldiers cheered, and rushed to pick them up, regardless of the danger of being crushed.

"The gods have given you a gift!"

"Could it be gold?!"

"Haha!"

Accelerated by gravity, the explosive canisters fell freely, and when they approached the ground, the speed had reached hundreds of meters per second, so the soldiers who received them were instantly smashed off their hands.

The rest of the soldiers were stunned, glad that it was not themselves who had suffered.

Bang, bang, bang! The continuous explosion set off a wave of qi, and the unlucky ghosts who were close to each other flew flesh and blood in an instant.

They, stupid.

"Bomb it!"

Karn was the first to react, and in the face of the panicked and restless soldiers, he shouted hysterically, "Run!"

It's too late.

The hot air balloon was like a dumpling, dropping bombs at a rate of two seconds, and the bombs flew in just a few seconds, accompanied by the sound of explosions, and the chaotic soldiers were constantly howling.

In the face of the enemy in the air, they have nowhere to hide, so they cover themselves with the corpses of their companions, and some of them are running around quickly, and others are waiting for death.

Karn did not hide or escape, he was trained by the concept of knighthood since he was a child, and the blood of fighting to the death flowed in his body.

He pulled out his saber and wanted to fight with the "gods", but he was helpless, clutching the hilt of the sword, gritting his teeth and longing to grow wings, this was the first time he felt the gap between man and god.

Perhaps God appreciated his courage, but not a single bomb fell at his feet until the bombing was over.

Blood was sprinkled all over the ground, hundreds of corpses lay on the ground, and the grassland, which was calm and leisurely not long ago, has become a battlefield.

Oh no, it's not a fight, it's a slaughter.

The massacre lasted about five minutes, but for the soldiers who were teetering on the brink of death, it seemed like five years.

Only then did they realize that in a desperate situation, time can really be very long.

Only then did they believe that they would really pee their pants when they were extremely frightened.

Only then did they understand that the hardships they had endured in the past were not worth mentioning.

Anyway, finally, it's over.

Karn sat on the ground, staring at the corpses on the ground in distraction, his hands on the ground, his hands stained with slimy blood.

The smoke cleared, the wild wind blew, and the soldiers hiding under the corpses of their comrades trembled and showed half of their faces, and when they saw that the "gods" had gradually faded away, their hearts came alive again, and they sweated profusely and gasped for a few breaths, and their bodies were soaked, and their upper bodies were cold sweat, and their lower bodies were

"Why would the gods do this?" they muttered to themselves as they knelt on the ground, staring at the departing hot air balloon.

"Maybe we've killed too much. ”

"But I haven't killed anyone!" said a young soldier indignantly.

"So you live, they die. Karn replied, glancing at him coldly, and said, "However, all of you have **** girls, girls in the occupied areas of the enemy country, and you have not let go of them at the age of twelve or thirteen. ”

Collectively hung their heads and remained silent.

There was a brief silence that lasted no more than two minutes, and before the panic had completely faded from their faces, a chorus of shouts could be heard.

"Rush!"

When he turned his head to look, he saw a large army of thousands of people, some of them wearing armor and holding muskets and spears, some of them wearing only linen clothes, and their weapons were flat poles and hoes.

It was a fierce battle for the whole people, not only Zheng Fei's men, but also the inhabitants of the island, who may be miners, farmers, or cooks, craftsmen, but they all have a common identity - slaves of the Portuguese royal family.

Over the years, every piece of wealth they produced had to be handed over to the royal family, except for the portion that was privately appropriated by Scarlett.

Their daughters are plagued every quarter by the soldiers who land on the island.

They regard the island as their home, but they also want to be able to get out of the house and see the outside world, but this is just wishful thinking.

At this moment, they poured all the anger that had been suppressed in their hearts for decades on this group of soldiers, and rushed forward with a pair of red eyes like wolves!

The soldiers kneeling on the ground were caught off guard by the sudden arrival of the enemy, who rose in a hurry, searched for weapons, picked up the muskets that had fallen to the ground, and found that the gunpowder was soaked in blood.

Helpless, they could only pick up their spears, tremble, and gather together.

After a round of fierce bombardment, their total number was only more than 200, and they could not muster the courage to fight in the face of an opponent more than ten times their size.

They weren't knights, just ordinary soldiers, that's all.

Only Karn, with the rebelliousness of a knight still in his eyes, clenched his saber and stood tall with his chest straight.

In order to avoid unnecessary damage, Zheng Fei ordered the soldiers to stop the group of residents who were full of murderous intent, and in an angry roar, led hundreds of musketeers to the front of the team, facing the enemy from a distance of nearly 100 meters.

Karn flicked his saber and strode swiftly past his indisputable men, fearlessly walking towards Zheng Fei.

"Hey, do you dare to accept my challenge?!" he shouted as he walked.

Zheng Fei smiled, medieval knights, were they so keen on duels?

When Karn stood a few meters away, Zheng Fei said, "Do you know of a royal knight officer named Derrank?"

Karn sneered, and said, "Why, he's your backer?

"I killed him. He replied lightly.

Karn suddenly shuddered, stared into his eyes, then looked at his face, and after a few seconds, swallowed and said, "You're the one who escaped from prison!"

"Am I so famous?" Zheng Fei smiled.

"You are very famous, the royal family sent all the Royal Navy, divided into two groups to arrest you, north to Stockholm in Northern Europe, south to Nouakchott in Africa, but no trace of you was found! I didn't expect you to come here!" Karn clenched his fists and gritted his teeth in hatred.

"So, are you going to kill me?" the smile did not wane.

Karn glared angrily and opened his mouth, but the words choked in his throat.

Because, the fugitive in front of him killed Derrank, and Derrank's strength is on par with himself. (To be continued.) )