Amidst the black smoke, countless corpses were piled up in the originally empty village. They had been killed by bullets, slashed by swords, and scattered among the corpses. There were even more corpses that had trampled each other to death. Blood flowed and gathered into a black stream, turning the gray stone road into mud. It was dead silent.
The pile of corpses trembled slightly, and a dark hand pushed the corpses away and crawled out, revealing a blood-stained face. He slowly moved the corpses on top of him, pulled out his stiff legs and stood up, staring blankly at the village that was ransacked by pirates.
"Cough …"
With a dull cough, he suddenly turned his head and rushed madly towards the direction of the sound. From a burned wreckage, he pulled out a man with half of his face burnt.
The burnt man stared blankly at the black sky, as if he didn't notice the man who was digging next to him. His eyes were bloodshot because of the black smoke.
Step Step …
The sound of footsteps came, and the man who was digging suddenly turned his head. The first thing that came into his sight was white trousers, and he stiffly moved his neck and eyes.
It's a Marine!
"There are still people alive!" The Marine shouted, and several soldiers rushed over to dig the burnt man out of the ruins and put him on a stretcher.
During the whole process, the burnt man was motionless as if he was dead, and the man who was digging didn't seem to know what to do next. He just stood there in a daze, and his spirit seemed to have been drained at the last moment.
"There are still unlucky people who survived!" A Marine with the rank of lieutenant on his shoulder sighed.
"What did you say?" The man who was digging screamed, and several Marines who were carrying the stretcher also paused, and the eyes on the stretcher seemed to tremble slightly.
"The whole village was killed by pirates, and only the two of you survived. You certainly don't feel the joy of surviving, but you feel that you didn't die." The lieutenant pulled out his sword from the scabbard, and the cold blade swayed in front of his eyes: "It's easy to die, just take the sword and wipe your neck, and there will be no living people in this village."
Huhu …
Silence, despair; gasping, anger!
"If you know anger, it means you are still alive!" The lieutenant handed the hilt to the opposite side, and the man subconsciously caught the hilt, and his five fingers slowly grasped it.
"Live, join our Marine!" The lieutenant said in a deep voice: "Use the sword in your hand to clean up this great era of pirates!"
The hand holding the hilt made a nervous joint sound, and the burnt man on the stretcher breathed heavily …
… ….
A lone warship was hovering on the sea, and a merchant ship was swaying towards it from a distance. A shadow was moving under the sea, and the Navy on the deck didn't seem to notice it.
The merchant ship hit the side of the warship, and the murlocs whose limbs were strangely attached to the hull quickly boarded the deck.
At the moment when the murlocs boarded the deck, the deck was suddenly pulled open, and a dense number of Marines were lying in ambush below. Black gun holes were raised, and dense bullets poured down like rain towards the murlocs.
Behind the island in the distance, several huge warships were quickly approaching. On the deck of the warships, there were rows of Marine soldiers armed with guns. On the last warship, there were more than a dozen Marines in school uniforms staring at the battlefield in the distance with cold eyes. The corners of their mouths were imperceptibly hanging in a cold arc.
"The murlocs are really brainless idiots. With just a little trick, these murlocs foolishly stepped into the trap." Forbigan said proudly.
"Hahaha, it's all thanks to Colonel Forbigan's strategy." Several colonels next to him echoed.
"Now we can avenge Colonel Hatti and those dead Marines." Yarlin walked over and stood at the bow of the ship, holding a telescope and looking at the warship. Under the bombardment of bullets, the murlocs who stepped on the warship had blood splattered on their scales, and their bodies fell on the deck one by one.
However, despite being ambushed, these murlocs still fearlessly charged towards the Marines. After throwing away almost half of the corpses, they rushed into the Marines' gun formation and used their sharp claws, strange hooks, and even sharp teeth to kill the surrounding Marines.
However, there were still a few officers who suddenly rushed out from the Marines' camp, waving the blades in their hands and fiercely stabbing into the murlocs' chests, tearing their bodies apart. Soon, the number of murlocs standing on the deck rapidly decreased.
On the surrounding warships, more Marines also jumped onto the deck to join in the killing of the murlocs.
When the afterglow of the setting sun fell on the sea, the cold sea water was dyed red with blood. There were no murlocs who surrendered. All the murlocs were executed by the Marines, and their broken bodies were thrown into the sea.
"They're really stubborn. Even when they died, none of the murlocs revealed why they attacked the Marines." Forbigan's face was gloomy, holding a large-caliber flintlock in his hand, the bullets shot through the murlocs' hard skulls, leaving a fist-sized hole.
Forbigan stomped on the murloc's corpse as if he couldn't vent his anger. Then, he asked the soldiers to throw these fishy monsters into the sea.
"What a terrible fighting power. They fell into an ambush and even killed dozens of Marine soldiers. The loss rate is almost one to one." The Marines who counted the casualties of the battle still had a lingering fear.
On the deck of the warship, the corpses of the Marines were also piled up like a small hill. The Marines who were killed by the murlocs basically didn't have a whole body.
"In short, we finally killed this group of murlocs!" A colonel laughed.
Several colonels next to him also echoed. This group of murlocs that specialized in killing the Marines made them suffer a lot during this period of time, and now they could finally vent their anger.
"Ah, I forgot about it!" Forbigan suddenly slapped his head and apologized to Yarlin. "We shouldn't have thrown away the murlocs' bodies like this. They should have been transported to 153 Branch and given to Lieutenant Colonel Yarlin to irrigate the flowerbed."
Standing in the middle of the pool of blood, Yarlin indifferently stared at the sea. He turned around and looked at Forbigan. "Thank you for your kindness, Colonel Forbigan, but there's no need. I don't like the smell of fish in the flowerbed."
The smell of blood spread into the depths of the sea, and the fish that were attracted to the murlocs' bodies crazily gnawed on them. In the deep sea, a huge shadow quickly rose to the top, and a ferocious meandering giant horn stirred the sea to form a bloody whirlpool …
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