If Moran is willing to accept their surrender, they may lose all their freedom, and the fate of the prisoners of war has never been very good, even if they treat the prisoners well, but the situation is still not good. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

They knew this to each other, if it was Mo Ran who was attacked today, and it was Mo Ran's people who came to the end of the mountain, then his people might definitely be even more miserable than returning to slave life.

But for some people, as long as they don't die, they have the courage to face those insults, and as long as they don't end their lives, then anything is possible.

There are many people who think this way.

The Seagulls, who are now surrounded and confined to less than 100 square meters, all have this idea.

The gunfire stopped completely, and the people of the Liberation Spirit pushed in little by little, while the people of the Seagulls continued to retreat in one way until there was no way back, and they were crammed back to back with each other in a spacious crossroads of four houses, which would be the place where their fate would be decided.

They have run out of ammunition and ammunition, without any foreign help, they are constantly shrinking their own survival costs while fighting a war of attrition with the enemy.

In this battle, ammunition is the greatest reliance on their survival, and the people of the Liberation are well prepared to squander and suppress them as if they don't need money, but what about them? Their ammunition is locked in the ammunition depot, and they only have two shuttle bullets in their hands, one less shot, and then there is no one left.

And now, they have nothing left.

"Don't shoot, we can surrender to you. As the distance between them tightened, they could already see each other's figures, and the dense shadows outside the encirclement made the seagulls even more unable to resist.

They already run out of ammunition, how can they resist?

No one answered them, and the figures on the periphery were hidden behind covers, and if they hadn't shown their heads to remind them that they had indeed been surrounded, there would be no figures in sight.

"Is your person in charge here? We surrendered, believe me, we will never shoot again, I hope you can treat us well!" Seeing that no one responded, the man who spoke at first spoke again.

And the Soul Liberation Pirates hidden in the shadows still didn't move at all, as if their ears had been blown up by the grenades they had thrown themselves.

The hearts of the remaining seagulls sank little by little, and they suddenly had some ominous ominous signs in their hearts.

After a few moments, someone from the Spirit-Liberating Pirates spoke, as if they were reporting to someone, about how many of them were left, and what they were asking for.

They were so close to each other, and now except for the sound of the flames burning, it was almost audible that the needles were falling, and someone was talking, even if it was not loud, and the people around them could hear it clearly.

Everyone held their breath because after the debriefing, it would be time to reveal the decision.

After a brief moment of silence, a voice that had become somewhat mechanical through the intercom-talkie voice came out: "Kill!"

Hearing this word, the seagull's people instantly felt like ashes, because they had no way to live, the slightest hope was gone, they didn't know why they would not accept their surrender, they had accepted surrender before, and they had never experienced such a thing as not accepting surrender!

They don't understand why, they can't do things too much, but now that person has obviously done everything without the slightest way back, and because of this, it has also cut off all their ways of life.

"Why!"

A loud roar rang out in the middle of the silent field, full of reluctance and anger, the sorrow of a desperate man.

No one answered him, and two seconds later, one by one, the balls with a hint of smoke flew in their direction, and they didn't dodge them, allowing them to fly towards them.

"Boom!"

The deafening sound suddenly sounded, and the island could almost be felt trembling violently, and the level of light generated in that moment almost turned the world into daylight, and the bright light pierced the sky, and it could be seen dozens of nautical miles away.

The destruction energy generated by the simultaneous explosion of more than a dozen grenades is constantly superimposed, and the power exerted is definitely not as simple as one plus one, because the heat and shock wave generated by the explosion are constantly escalating in the successive explosions, and the energy accumulated is no longer what ordinary grenades can exert.

More than a dozen grenades exploded together, and it felt like a bundle of C4 explosions, and the shockwave had already destroyed the surrounding broken walls.

And the last of the twenty or so Seagull Pirate Group that was originally standing in the scene was also decomposed and annihilated in the explosion.

There are no bones left!

The complete absence of bones is not the fate of flesh and blood, but the real absence of bones, if it were not for the smell of burnt meat in the smoke around it, it would even make people think that there was just an accidental explosion.

After a moment of intense white light, the surroundings fell into darkness again, and the night was much darker than before, and only the remnants of the battlefield remained.

Cleaning up the battlefield is a more troublesome task, but fortunately there are not many of them, and if so many people work together, the progress is still quite fast.

But the most important thing now is not to clean up the battlefield, but to count the number of people and treat the wounded.

Their people are not invincible ace divisions, it is extremely difficult to survive the battle, and this also occupies the advantage of Mo Ran's full preparation, otherwise, the outcome will definitely be much more miserable than the current one.

"What about the casualties?" Standing on the beach, Mo Ran smoked a cigarette and asked a captain who had just returned from counting.

The lit tobacco burned very fast under the blowing of the sea breeze, and it barely took a few puffs before it reached the butt of the cigarette, and Mo Ran's middle finger and thumb staggered to flick off the cigarette butt and spit out a thick puff of smoke.

No matter how well prepared and planned he was, casualties were still inevitable, and he was able to provide them with as good fighting conditions as possible, but he could not guarantee their safety, let alone him, no one was sure of this.

He now doesn't want to face the number of his subordinates, because each number represents the state of a player, and the higher the number, the more serious the damage.

But whether he has some ostrich mentality or not, as the leader, he must face the facts.

"The number of injured amounted to 28, of which 24 were minor, 4 were seriously injured and 6 were killed. ”

Hearing this set of data, Mo Ran finally quietly breathed a sigh of relief, as if there was still smoke in his mouth, and let out a long breath.