Chapter 380
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The jagged and jagged rocks formed a gravel zone that looked like the remains of a mountain that had collapsed. The yellow sand that filled the sky surged into the rebel camp like a gust of wind.
In the simple barracks built with crude iron frames, a low-wattage lampshade swayed back and forth. A crude map was placed on the table. Farafula leaned against the table, using a dirty rag to wipe the prosthesis on his right hand. His eyebrows were scrunched together.
Since the rebel army was split into two, with one side surrendering to Crocodile and quickly turning against each other to block the main entrance and exit of the gravel zone, the remaining rebel army could only curl up in the gravel zone.
"Damn it, Kou Sha was right. This is a blatant conspiracy."
The split and rebellion of the rebel army was too fast. Farafula could not help but reflect on Kou Sha's words before his death. In hindsight, there were indeed many unusual and strange things.
"Even if it was a split or a rebellion, it couldn't have happened so quickly. The only explanation is that the rebel army had long been infiltrated by external forces. Those rebel leaders were originally Crocodile's pawns. That explains all of this!" Farafula slammed his fist on the table. The power of the mechanical prosthesis instantly pierced a hole in the table along with the map.
Li Pa walked in from the outside. He glanced at the table with a hole in it and removed the dirty rag from the table. Then, he said slowly, "Obviously, we have been forced into a desperate situation again!"
"I hope you're not here to talk nonsense." Farafula pulled his fist out of the table. "What's the situation outside?"
"Who would have thought that those bastards would turn their guns on their former comrades as soon as they threw themselves into Crocodile's arms. They showed no mercy at all." Lippa pulled the tattered map and marked a few red circles on it. They were all beside the main entrance and exit of the gravel zone. He said gloomily, "All the entrances and exits are heavily guarded, and their weapons and equipment have been upgraded. We have tried to break through several times, but we were all forced back. The only fortunate thing is that the terrain of the gravel zone is complex, which is not conducive for a large force to spread out. Also, Deo can exert more destructive power in the gravel zone. They won't be able to break in in a short time."
"They don't need to break in. They just need to trap us here. We will be exhausted of food and ammunition. In the end, we will all be buried here. These gravel will become our grave." Farafula yelled hysterically at Lipa, "Even if we tighten our belts and only eat one meal a day, the food we have now can only last us for another ten days. If we don't want to starve to death, we have to think of a way to break out."
"It's difficult with our strength!" Lippa narrowed his eyes.
"Aren't you a cadre of the Revolutionary Army? Tell the Revolutionary Army that we, the rebels of Alabasta, are willing to join the Revolutionary Army and overthrow the tyranny of the World Government together, but only if they come to rescue us first. " Farafula couldn't care less. Like a gambler, he tried to put all possible chips on the gambling table.
"Even if the Revolutionary Army is willing, it will be too late to support the situation in Alabasta. Moreover, the Revolutionary Army is a big problem for the World Government. Any move will attract the joint attack of the World Government and the Marine. That will be a real disaster for Alabasta." Lippa played the role of a cadre of the Revolutionary Army.
"Then tell me what to do, wait for death here, or go out and surrender to Crocodile?" Farafula gasped and roared.
"Of course not!" Lippa pointed to the corner of the map and said coldly, "After 6 days, we will launch a general attack on this blockade. At that time, there will be reinforcements to help us break through the blockade from the outside. Then, we can settle the account with those traitors."
"Reinforcements? Where did the reinforcements come from? "Farafula asked in amazement.
"The army of the Drum Kingdom." Lippa replied to the shocked Farafula, "Our ally, the King of Valbol is still alive!"
Six days later.
The night came as promised.
The shrill cannonballs tore through the sky and landed on the blockade line built by the iron net of the trenches. The divided rebel army changed into the military uniforms on the ships and hid inside the trenches as if they were prepared. After waiting for a round of bombardment, they quickly climbed out and poured violent firepower on the rebel army that was breaking out of the encirclement from above.
The dense web of firepower intertwined with each other, forming a fan shape. It was as if countless twisting fire snakes were choosing their targets to devour. Shredded corpses were lying on the sand slope. Splashing blood seeped through the sand and dripped into the dark underground.
"Another foolish attempt to break through. That's why I said that following Farafula will only lead us to the end. On the contrary, surrendering to the national hero Crocodile is a wise move." The commanding officer on the sand slope said.
Wave after wave of breakthroughs were defeated, leaving behind a ground full of corpses. Farafula stood at the back, his eyes filled with dense blood vessels as he roared at Lippa, "Where's the reinforcements? Where's the army of the Drum Kingdom? "
The artillery shells that were fired back from the opposite side drew a burning parabola in the air, and then heavily smashed into the gravel ground. The gravel and dust were everywhere, and the smoke and dust covered everything. There were mournful howls and curses everywhere, and the rumbling of guns and cannons drowned out everything.
Lippa glanced at the smoke and dust in all directions. He didn't know when he put on a pair of goggles, but a pair of cold eyes stared at Farafula's face. He quietly pulled out a large caliber flintlock from his waist and pointed it at Farafula's temple.
"You …"
Bang!
The muffled gunshot was accompanied by the muffled sound of a head exploding. Half of Farafula's face was blasted by a bullet, and his body fell heavily to the ground. Lippa looked at the body under his feet and said coldly, "I don't need you anymore. The remaining rebels will be under my control."
A muscular figure like a small giant walked in from the gray smoke. Dai Ou lowered his head and glanced at the body on the ground.
"Yes, instead of letting a useless person control the troops, it's better to let me take over. It's more convenient to command." Lippa said darkly, "Although I made the decision without authorization, but this is also to better cooperate with Colonel Yarlin's plan."
Lippa quietly put the flintlock back to his waist. In his eyes, Dai Ou was just a killing tool with simple thoughts, just like those cold and numb murlocs in the prison of 153 Branch. They only listened to orders and didn't have much subjective consciousness.
Dai Ou stared at the body on the ground indifferently, and a black line flashed in his eyes. His expression was as emotionless as a carved rock.
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