Xiao Shanguang's design, Wang Hongxin's hands-on transformation completed, five nail guns are at the enemy at this time chattering curses.

A steel nail more than an inch long can easily shoot into the human body on 20 meters, and a distance of 10 meters is enough to shoot through the solid wood door panel.

A magazine filled with 42 steel nails can shoot two rounds in a second, and to completely drain the gas tank of gas, at least twenty of these magazines need to be exhausted. And in the backpack of the five people, there is a gun plus twenty full steel nail magazines as standard, after all, this is a newly built construction site, even though the guns and ammunition need to be controlled, but the allocation of engineering equipment will never be stingy, so Xiao Shanguang can finally come.

The sudden collapse of the minions caught the leader off guard, didn't it mean that Shorthair had no medicine?

But the brothers who are now lying around the hut and groaning do not seem to be faking, because the cane can only be protected, and when the knee is broken by a nail, no one can stand still.

The effect of being injured and falling to the ground seemed to be a greater blow to the morale of the bandits, and the moaning was like a talisman, so that the minions behind did not dare to continue to move forward.

A young face was reflected in front of the boy through the reflection of the glass mask on the helmet, and it was the first time that his own face appeared at such a close distance with such a delicate and exaggerated appearance, which made the boy a little flustered. And the awe in the panic was because the young man understood that behind the invisible black helmet that turned around at this time, there must be a resolute and confident face, and that face was one of the more than ten different leaders in Hong Kong.

"Want to try?" Yang Weixun looked at the eager appearance of this young man who was only sixteen or seventeen, and asked lightly.

The young man was stunned for a moment, and then nodded solemnly. "Can you kill a pirate?"

"I can't die, but I want to die now." There was a hint of banter in the chief's words, and there was no nervousness.

"Can the chief teach me how to kill thieves?"

Yang Weixun only began to look at this unusual teenager at this time, and his slightly silly appearance was full of stubbornness.

"What's your name?" Yang Weixun asked the young man.

"Wang Sanduo."

"Three more?"

"My mother said that she wanted to be blessed with more longevity and more children."

"What were you doing in Hong Kong?"

"It's just ordinary work."

"Dare to kill?"

"Dare—" The answer was still categorical.

Yang Weixun turned his head, and suddenly saw a little boy in the corner of the pillar behind the young man, blinking, as if he wanted to see it but couldn't see it.

"You want to kill pirates too?" Just as he was about to turn his head back and stayed for a few more moments, the other teenager could feel the torture from Yang Weixun's gaze, and was about to answer timidly, but was preempted by the teenager just now.

"That's my brother, who is also in the harbor, and he has a bad eye, so he can't use a bow and a spear."

Yang Weixun sighed, and listened to Wang Sanduo's command again.

"Gigi, just stand still and watch me take revenge on you."

The young man took the nail gun thrown by Yang Weixun, with an expression of disbelief for the chief's trust, in his opinion, it was not much worse than the fire gun, and the chief actually handed it over to himself so easily, and taught him the method he used.

"Remember how to aim just now, and don't shake your hands." Yang Weixun is kind to the young man, and now there are no more uninteresting people who come up to die, since some people are so positive, there is no reason not to cultivate, no matter how good the classroom is, it is not as good as the battlefield with real swords and guns can train people more, this is Yang Weixun's experience in the urban management team and how many times he fought with those real people.

"See that howling one?" The young man listened to Yang Weixun's words, and in the direction pointed by the chief, the nearest minion was rolling on his knees at the moment. From his somewhat hoarse screams, Wang Sanduo could feel enough and continuous pain.

At this time, the young man even felt strangely, maybe this is better, watching the pirates fall in front of them and live is really a pleasant thing, how can a civilian child like them be majestic in front of the pirates on weekdays, they have always been the target of robbery.

"Don't want his life-" Yang Weixun's final order was just five simple words, Wang Sanduo sounded like a thousand pounds, what the leaders could do in the future, he didn't know, but faintly felt that this time was an opportunity to change his fate, the chiefs were very capable, this was the unanimous impression of all the natives who had been in contact with the traverser in the past two months, what they wanted to do was not impossible, then as long as they could win a lot in front of the chief and leave a name, then their lives might be very different, The method of turning stones into gold can be used on utensils, and presumably it can also be used on people.

After a moment's hesitation, the boy's muzzle lowered by half an inch, and he pulled the trigger by feeling, and before he could even look at it, he shrank his head again. He is no better than the chiefs, with black helmets and black armor, cloth and flesh, and a small body that can be shot through even ordinary bows and arrows, and he is not willing to risk his life.

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Wu Zhuman was suffering between gains and losses, and suddenly heard a scream, a few points higher than the voice that had been wailing over there just now, it had been so long, I don't know which one of the Song people's secret weapon was not long-sighted, I thought that I was surrounded by five short hairs that would only make short soldiers, but I didn't expect it to become a hot potato.

The constant wailing of the brethren disturbed the other minions who were far away, and many of them were injured and struggled to crawl back, and many of them were finally rescued by their companions. And the first few are now the worst, not only can't move their legs and feet, but they can't die. And those who originally planned to save came closer, but they were also shot down one by one, and they surrounded the small shack, and no one could get closer to within ten steps, just in this small space, so that the wounded were crowded in a dense circle.

Now there were forty or fifty brothers lying around the hut, and Yamada led the musket team of the Japanese to suppress it. But forty paces away, the musket was out of sight, and the Japanese were cunning, for fear of being hit by the hidden weapons of the Song people, they refused to go any further, leaning on the wooden planks outside the shack, the attack of the musket was easily dissolved, and the arquebus charge was slow, and it was useless to rush through the gap.

There are also a few smart ones, trying to shoot with a bow and arrow with a longer range, but only two rounds of shooting and then gave up, compared to the musket, the bow and arrow shot by the bandits, even the clothes on the short-haired body can't penetrate, and they have to subconsciously dodge at first, as they get used to it, as long as it's not a musket attack, they don't even have to dodge, Yang Weixun also thought that he was inserted into the appearance of a hedgehog, but he couldn't do it, the long-distance bow and arrow were reluctantly inserted into the stab-proof suit under the action of the shear thickening liquid that hardened instantly, The slightly stronger arrow hung up on the clothes, and after a little movement, it fell off.

Now the two sides can only hold each other, and Wu Zhuman has not heard the screams of his subordinates being shot for a long time, and the minions who were shot down, the Song people did not kill again, and I don't know what is going on with the screams this time.

But this big gang has never been a pity for his subordinates, the goods have been moved, and then staying here is too dangerous, listen to what Wen Bara said, at present, the firearms of the Song people in Hong Kong are not on the table, in front of the more powerful short-haired firearms, the ordinary wooden boat instantly turned into ashes, although the small gang where Wen Bara is not a lot of people, but it is also a bit famous in Sulu, not a nameless person, and it was also cleaned up by the Song people, and then look at this inconspicuous small port, there are only more than ten Song people, and hundreds of minions in their hands can't deal with it, If you don't see it well, you will receive it, and you will really be sorry for the name you have created over the years.

More than 40 corpses were left on the shore and about the same number of pirates who were shot by steel nails and could not move, many of them were shot in the crotch by Wang Sanduo's gun, and those who were unconscious in pain and could not be dragged back were also left in the harbor as outcasts.

The iron anchor was received from the bow of the ship, and several small boats blocking the front were rushed away like a collision angle, and more large and small ships also followed out of the port, and the pirates left behind were only regarded as bad luck, and it is conceivable that they would fall into the hands of the Song people. This further stimulated the motivation of the rest of the people to leave quickly, and they got a lot of good utensils, and then thought that they could return to Princesa safely, and the pirates who had already boarded the ship could finally rest assured.

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"Hey-hey-hey-"

The largest horn bluffed the ship, and had already turned its bow in the direction it had come, and the retracted anchor was resting on the bow, the sharp tip of the anchor like a ramming angle. A number of small boats had followed him, and eight giant boats protruded from the side doors on either side of the stern, and the rhythmic trumpets of the sailors in the barn were heard far away.

In the center of the 400-material hull, at the top of the triangular bracket made of teak, the huge iconic sail was raised high under the pull of the rope, and the weak force of nature in the land under the wind finally began to slowly accelerate with the help of human swaying.

As long as they can hurry up under the cover of night, and at noon the day after tomorrow, when they can successfully return to Cota Chinabaru, and have a few days of sailing, they will be able to return to Princesa at ease, whether it is the Spaniards, or the return of Moro in the south, they will surely pay a good price for this shipment, and even if they are not there, they can still trade with the Chinese merchants of Maoliwu, and they will not suffer any loss.

The wishful thinking of the pirates finally let their guard down and completely ignored the threat from the northern sea.

Wang Wenshan stood on the bow of the boat, with the violent ups and downs of the hull, adjusting the standing posture and the movement of his hands, looking through the binoculars, he could already see a large fleet of ships heading towards the northeast, those big sails that were obliquely inserted into the air with the hull were like pink pigs against the setting sun, and the corners of the captain's mouth were hung up with a smile on the corner of his mouth when he saw that he was still anxious.

"It's finally time to catch up."