The Tamil veteran glanced at Maori Wuzhong and withdrew his gun. Mori Taketaka climbed up and drew his shiny katana. The blade sparkles in the light of the fire!

Li Hu solemnly told him not to make too much noise this time. If you can't use a gun, don't use a gun, and grenades-like things are not allowed to be carried.

Mori Taketaka waited for a while, and seven or eight samurai had already climbed up. The Tamil veteran looked at them with his gun in his hand and gestured inside. Mori Taketaka walked in with the samurai, believing that the Mori samurai were invincible in close combat.

A Japanese samurai stepped on a stone, slipped and fell to the ground. The stone was kicked into the air, and it landed right on the bearded squad leader's lap impartially.

"Fuck it." The bearded squad leader was awakened, opened his eyes and was about to scold, when suddenly he saw a team of guys dressed in black and wearing hideous masks on their faces. The men were walking through the cave with a long, shiny knife in their hands.

"There are enemies!" Reaching for the gun, he pulled the trigger on Maori Taketaka who was in the lead.

"!" I didn't open the insurance under the random exchange, and I didn't deduct it. Seeing that the group of men in black had rushed over, the bearded squad leader hurriedly opened the safety and pulled the trigger again.

"Click!" There was only the sound of a firing pin, and there were no bullets in the gun. But before going to bed, he had clearly checked that it was full of bullets.

There was no time for him to think about it, Xue Liang's katana had already been slashed down. He picked up the rifle and met it, and with a "click", the sharp katana actually split the rifle in half. Blocking the blade, the bearded squad leader pulled out the Gurkha scimitar from his waist.

The other startled Gurkha warriors also drew their scimitars.

"Yikes!" Armed with a Gurkha scimitar in the shape of a dog's leg, they rushed to the samurai with katanas.

The two languages shouted and cursed inside the cave, and the sound of sharp blades slashing into the body was endless. Accompanied by the screams of people, hands and feet and even human heads flew in the air. The Tamil veteran, who was lying at the entrance of the cave and looking inside, was frightened like a statue, and his hand scratched blood on the rock.

The katana in Maori Taketada's hand had already broken through several gaps, and the samurai behind him suffered heavy casualties. The dark-faced bearded man in front of him was still roaring like a tiger, and the knife in his hand was slashing horizontally and vertically. Obviously there is no katana length, but he actually has the upper hand.

Such a fierce and fierce sword technique, Maori Wuzhong has never seen it.

More and more warriors climbed up the cliff, but the Gurkha fought less and less.

All the Gurkha fighters fell, and only the bearded squad leader still roared like a tiger with a gnotched Gurkha scimitar. He slashed his knife as fast as lightning, slashing left and slashing, and his back against the rock was unexpectedly unexpectedly unapproachable for a while.

"Yikes!" Mori Taketaka was furious, and this was a contempt for the Mori samurai.

His sword hadn't arrived yet, and another katana had already been chopped down. The bearded squad leader blocked it with his sword, and the katana in Mori Taketada's hand stabbed him in the chest.

The katana twisted in his hand and pressed down the blade. The bearded squad leader's entire chest and abdomen were torn open, and the internal organs inside flowed out. The bearded squad leader screamed miserably, and Maori Taketaka had already pulled out his katana and picked it diagonally. The hand holding the Gurkha scimitar flies in the air!

The bearded squad leader who had no hands was bleeding from the inside, and his eyes were as big as copper bells. But it still roared like a mad tiger and pounced, and only took two steps before falling to the ground. Blood flowed freely down the rocks, soaking the dirt below.

On the sea, Li Xiu was directing the untying of the towed sailboats, which were filled with stones to ensure that their draft was as deep as the Zhenyuan ship. Not only Zhenyuan, Zhiyuan, Laiyuan, Jingyuan all carry such two large sailboats behind them.

When the typhoon first started, Li Xiu was ready to fight. As soon as the typhoon passed through Xinjiapo, he led the fleet to chase the typhoon all the way to Sri Lanka. The violent typhoon destroyed all the ships on the sea route, and with the help of the typhoon, the huge fleet actually came to the sea off Sri Lanka without knowing it, completely achieving the suddenness of the battle.

In total, he was only six hours behind the typhoon.

There was already a touch of fish belly white on the horizon, although the rain was still falling, but it was much lighter. After the storm of the typhoon, the sea seems to be tired, and the wind and waves on the sea surface are much lighter.

The sailboat spread its sails and was driven by the dead men of Cochin to the island of Ceylon.

The four sailing ships were connected by iron cables and marched side by side, and opened a full course of two or three hundred meters.

"Boom!" The first ship was hit by a mine and exploded, and the wooden sailboat was blown to pieces. The big stone on it actually flew out for 100 meters before falling into the water.

"Boom!" The second ship also touched a mine.

One of the ships was blown up, and the boats behind were immediately on top.

It can be seen that Wu Sangui still attaches great importance to Ceylon Island. Outside the port of Ceylon, eight ships were sunk. The remaining two ships had no choice but to sail in a zigzag shape on the fairway.

The route finally opened, and troop carriers full of soldiers immediately drove in. Numerous dinghys descended into the sea, then hoisted their sails and rushed to the shores of Ceylon.

Before the light of day, more than 500 people had already landed on the island with mortars.

After disembarking in formation, the cochins quickly rushed to the port of Colendo. Only after the port is occupied, large ships can dock. Then a large army and heavy weapons will be able to go ashore smoothly.

The battleship shells on the sea were already loaded, and they were waiting for the signal from the shore to fire.

Ruan Lai took the Jiaozhi soldiers and carried the big eight grains with bayonets on them. When they rushed to the port gate, the soldiers guarding the gatehouse were even sleeping. The sound of the explosion on the surface of the sea was mistaken for thunder by them.

The typhoon paralyzed everyone's nerves, and the guards never dreamed that someone would kill them just a few hours after the typhoon had passed, and the waves were still raging.

In line with the principle that you can use a bayonet, you will definitely not use a gun. Ruan Lai brought the unique weapon of the Jiaozhi people, the dagger.

It is a dagger with three blades, more like an awl with three blades. This thing is pierced on the human body, quite like the symbol of the Mercedes-Benz of later generations, and it is a rough version of the three-edged bayonet.

Li Hu likes this bayonet very much, because after this bayonet stabs the human body, even if it is treated in time, it will continue to lose blood. specially found Li Xiu and built more than a thousand of them with refined steel used to make cannons.

The sharp dagger is very hard, and the fierce cross-toed soldier can even go directly through the head of the sleeping Gurkha soldier and nail the person directly to the bed board.

The 500 Cochins were so uninhabited that no one even had time to shoot under the surprise attack.

It is a commercial port and there is not a single military facility in it. Stationed in the port were only dozens of Indian customs officers and a platoon of armed Gurkha soldiers.

Led by the Tamils who led the way, five hundred Cochins quickly surrounded the garrison of the Gurkha soldiers. The Gurkha soldiers, who were in a hurry, did not even have time to get their guns and weapons, so they could only resist with the Gurkha scimitars they carried with them.

Soldiers from both sides engaged in a bloody battle in the two-story building, and several Gurkha soldiers who escaped by jumping out of the window were greeted with big sticks by the Tamils waiting below. No matter how powerful the Gurkha scimitar is, it is no match for the bricks and large wooden sticks.

Ruan Lai heard the sound of a pistol, and the sound was a revolver. However, there were only one or two gunshots, and it was clear that the owner of the pistol had been dealt with.

Presumably the guns of the customs officers, the Indians did not equip the soldiers with revolvers at all, that was the treatment only for officers. It is estimated that only the platoon commander will have a pistol for a platoon stationed here.

Sure enough, the pistol sounded no more. And the sound of a pistol or two is nothing to worry about in the huge harbor, and Colombo City is a full five kilometers away. The sound of pistols, the sound of one or two pistol shots, did not yet alarm the garrison.