The generals, soldiers, and sailors on the ships of the Fuso Navy were completely afraid of such an army from the bottom of their hearts. In their minds, these people are the absolute masters, the objects of wagging their tails and begging for mercy. One by one, the captives opened their eyes in horror and shivered in the cold wind off the coast of Fuso, which was quite cold.

When the soldiers of the "Salvation Army" boarded the ship, the generals, sergeants and sailors all knelt on the side of the ship and kept kowtowing. It's just that they can never expect that it is not kindness that greets them.

The "......Salvation Army" soldiers, dressed like crosses, shouted and cursed, brandished "repeating muskets" equipped with bayonets in their hands, and issued orders with the butts of their guns to carry all their food, weapons and supplies to the Barracuda-class boats waiting aside.

The captives were a little more at peace when they were working. Although the attitude of these soldiers in strange armor was extremely bad, they always spoke Fusang that they understood. This gave them the illusion that they had come across another daimyo's private army.

According to convention, it is very likely that the daimyo fought each other in peacetime for selfish gain. In such a battle, even if he is defeated, he is just a slave or a soldier to serve him.

So the captives worked hard with joy, hoping that their work would be completed soon.

One by one, the "Barracuda-class" carried food and supplies from behind to the "Whale-class" amphibious landing ship, and because of the materials carried, they were no longer sailing fast at the moment, as if a bloated fat man was staggering on the sea.

Every time a ship was emptied, the soldiers of the "Salvation Army" drove the captives from the Fuso to the cabin, where a feast had been prepared for them.

The captives huddled together in terror, allowing the Salvation Army soldiers to tie their fingers together with their fingers, and then string them together with ropes. With a roar of rage, he moved into the cabin.

Then they squatted in the middle of the cabin according to the requirements of the Salvation Army, and the people at both ends were fixed to the pillars supported in the ship. At this time, they thought that the other party was just worried that they would resist, because although they were frightened in their hearts, their faces were still extremely obedient, and they didn't even dare to move.

As time passed, the remaining five or six Fuso Navy ships were emptied of supplies, and the "crosses" of the "Salvation Army" signaled to each other.

In the horrified eyes of the captives, the "crosses" had cruel smiles on their faces, and poured buckets of cold oil from the "arsonist boats" on their heads and faces.

The foul smell of death stood in the midst of the captives, and the coldness, mercilessness, and cruelty of its body were poured almost instantly with the oil that had fallen from its hood. The captives uttered the same screams of helplessness as they said goodbye to their lives.

A high-pitched, utterly desperate scream rose into the sky and spread across the sea. This cry is not the heart-rending cry of losing a brother on the battlefield, nor is it the cry of longing for life because of the pain.

This voice is a combination of hopelessness, despair, fear, desolation, and all the saddest words in the face of that devastating catastrophe.

They are sharp, piercing all barriers, obscuring, and reaching the ears of everyone on the battlefield. The crew of the destroyer looked towards the place where the shout was made, for this terrible and chilling cry irritated the ear drums of each of them, telling them that something terrible had happened there, and that almost every destroyer had sent an inquiry signal to Yu Huzi.

As an officer, Yu Huzi certainly saw Dujiazhuang near Beilun in Jiangnan at that time, and that tragic scene is still vivid. Although there was a feeling of evil breath in his heart, when he ordered to issue an order to "ignore it" to the other destroyers, he still poured a big sip of wine, and suppressed the cold in his heart with the heat.

After taking a sip of wine, he looked at the flask in his hand and wondered if it was enough, according to his estimate, such a scenario was only the beginning in the future battle of Fuso.

The crew of the "Salvation Army" had already stepped out of the cabin with the fuel oil drums, shook the side of the ship a few times, and poured the last bit of fuel oil on the deck.

The torches that had been prepared on the side went up to light the oil, and soon the tongue of fire followed the path of the oil to the cabin.

The burning head of the fire, along the traces of oil, was like a poisonous snake that devoured people, swimming on the deck. Passing through the portal ramp, devouring everything along the way, smashing up the captives who were doused with fire oil.

In the midst of the miserable screams, the blazing flames jumped from one person to another, and the hair and eyebrows were burned almost instantly. One by one, the captives, burned by tongues of fire, broke free from their long burned ropes, and ran to the hatch, covered in fire, where there was the sea, and there was an endless amount of water to extinguish the flames on them.

One by one, the burning men rushed to the deck through the wide doors of the Chinese galleon, trying to plunge headlong into the icy waters, the only way to relieve them of the burning pain. The cold, brackish waters caused them even more pain as they extinguished the karmic flames that hurt their bodies. A body with peeling skin rolled in the sea, and its mouth made an inhuman scream.

The "Barracuda-class" speedboats, which were overgrown with "crosses", began to slowly accelerate away from here, and the "Salvation Army" soldiers standing outside pointed to the bodies of the ships struggling desperately in the sea water, and their bodies were like strange fish, laughing, in their eyes, they were not lives that were about to end in pain, they were just some swimming fish in the sea for watching.

Not far away, there is a "whale-class" amphibious assault ship that is slowly approaching, and the "command ship" headed by the military headquarters is riding. The telescope in Yue Xiaofei's hand was not put down, in fact, he did not pay attention to watching those tragic scenes, and he did not want to look at them. It's just that he can't put down the eternal mirror, he can almost feel the incomprehension, doubt, and anger in the eyes behind him.

Most of the people who are puzzled and confused are those officers who have seen the tragedy in Dujiazhuang in Beilun. And although those "angry" eyes will not be directly directed at him Yue Xiaofei, but the "anger" that looks at him is not a kind of questioning! So these "angers" he can understand, because the kind Chinese who have not watched "Nanjing Nightmare", they can't understand, is it necessary to be so cruel?

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