Ever since Xiao Letian's ten combat teams officially entered the battlefield, the situation in Naha has become complicated. Three hundred men versus more than a thousand ronin were definitely at a disadvantage in terms of strength. However, due to Xiao Letian's advanced tactics and advanced weapons and equipment, he did not suffer any losses in several conflicts.
Xiao Letian and the others did not suffer a loss, but the people of Naha suffered. The robbers' burning, killing, looting, and the Molotov cocktail prepared by Xiao Letian completely turned Naha Port into a sea of fire. The fire first started burning in areas concentrated in commercial areas and warehouses, and quickly spread to residential areas.
There were people running wildly everywhere. At this time, it was impossible to tell the difference between Japanese, Chinese and Ryukyu people. Everyone was hiding in order to survive.
Of course, there are exceptions. When the chaos first started, people with ulterior motives had already begun to follow these ronin and take advantage of the situation, especially the Japanese.
Xiao Letian's worst fear finally happened. There were already more Japanese than Chinese in Naha Port. If these ordinary Japanese joined in, the few soldiers he had would not be enough.
It is a pity that the wealth accumulated by Chinese businessmen over the past hundreds of years has long been the target of greedy people. The robbery was so big that even Spencer's foreign gun could not suppress it. Under the instigation of these ronin, the Japanese finally began to collectively Become crazy.
"For the Great Japan...for the Emperor...for Amaterasu...Kill these Chinese and take away their wealth. Ryukyu will always belong to Japan..." Ohachiro was the first to shout such a slogan. He even put The bloody treasures they robbed were scattered to the crowd.
"Kill all the slaves of the Qing Dynasty...rob their money, rob their women..." Naha City was full of terrifying ghost screams and miserable struggles.
Xiao Letian gritted his teeth and led his brothers to rush to the place where the fighting was loudest. He knew that the entire riot was out of control, and the Naha Port with hundreds of thousands of people could not be quelled by 300 people. Wave after wave of Japanese thugs appeared in front of them. At first, there were only dozens or hundreds of people, but soon they became three to four hundred people who gathered together to attack the main formation.
"Save ammunition... Throw Molotov cocktails at the densest places... Who has grenades? Blow them up..." Xiao Letian is now directing the battle in this formation like a madman. The raging fire and emotional tension have made him nervous. My throat was so dry that it felt like it was sticking together.
Now Xiao Letian's formation has fallen into the whirlpool of thugs. Four consecutive hundred-man assaults have consumed a large amount of ammunition, and even there are not many Molotov cocktails left. As a last resort, Xiao Letian could only use the last secret weapon, chili powder grenades to expel them. Update as soon as possible
The Japanese killed one group and then rushed on another. After scaring away one group, another group rushed in. Two-thirds of the bullet reserve of the foreign gun had been consumed. Now Xiao Letian's death order is that one shot must be a headshot. Never waste every bullet.
The god of luck cannot always favor Xiao Letian, and casualties are now inevitable. Just after repelling a hundred thugs, three guards died of serious injuries and were already lying on the ground.
"Take our brother with you..." Xiao Letian said and reached out to help him, but unfortunately the seriously injured man pushed his hand away.
"Brothers, take your husband with you. We will give you the rear..." The three seriously wounded men used their last strength to jump up from the ground and rushed straight towards the mob that was gathering in front. Three bottles of burning Molotov cocktails in their hands trailed long tail flames in the dark night.
"I'm going to have to pull a few people on my back..." Three balls of flames lit up the night sky, and the enemy's screams came one after another.
"Ah..." Xiao Letian cried with tears all over his face. The three special forces soldiers who rushed over were the veterans who performed best in the Tanggu riot. Each one of them was Xiao Letian's baby, but they died in just a few months. In Naha.
A feeling of grief and anger surged from the bottom of his heart. The scenery in front of Xiao Letian rotated back and forth like a revolving lantern. The dark night sky, the city in flames, the people fleeing in all directions, and the mobs burning, killing and looting. All the foreign merchant ships in the distant harbor have weighed anchor, and Shuri Castle on the top of the mountain is brightly lit... Everything reminds Xiao Letian that he is already in hell.
He didn't know where the anger in his heart came from. He suddenly broke away from the support of all the guards, rushed into the crowd behind the formation, grabbed a strong middle-aged man, and yelled, "Why don't you resist? Why don't you guys resist?" resistance……"
The ashen-faced man looked like an ordinary dock stevedore. With his strong body, he had never wanted to fight with others. He spent the first half of his life just carrying heavy bags back and forth in exchange for a meager salary. Keep yourself alive. Please come to more and faster chapters.
The man knew that Xiao Letian was a high-profile person, and the fear of power in the common people's bones broke out again. He muttered but couldn't say anything, and was about to kneel down when his knees went weak.
Xiao Letian is now bursting into tears of grief, not only because he feels sorry for the lives of his men, but also because he hates the cowardice of these people.
"I'm going to slap you..." Xiao Letian raised his hand and wanted to slap him, but when he saw the man's resigned expression, he suddenly felt a pain in his heart and he couldn't slap him anymore. Update as soon as possible
Who on earth deprived the Chinese people of the martial spirit in their blood? Is it the ban on Mongolians who have to take away even their kitchen knives, or is it the Manchus who leave their hair on when they enter the country? Or is it simply the three-kneel-nine-kowtow approach of those cynics?
Xiao Letian shook his head, put aside the distracting thoughts in his mind, and took out a sharp dagger from his waist. The stevedore thought the big boss was going to kill him, so he was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and kowtowed, "Sir, have mercy on me, Sir, have mercy on me..." Behind him, a group of ordinary people knelt on the ground and begged desperately.
Xiao Letian smiled bitterly and said, "No one will blame you, because you have never learned what resistance means since you were a child, but today... your home was burned down, and your relatives and friends were killed. If you still don't dare to resist now, Then no one will come to save you again..."
Xiao Letian suddenly stood up and shouted, "The lives of my brothers are also lives, and their blood cannot be shed in vain. Please come to more and faster chapters. I can save you once, but I can't save you for the rest of your life. If you want to live, just follow us." The team works hard together, and even if they die, they will still be an upright person..."
"Look at you, do you want to kneel on the ground and let the enemy hack you to death without any resistance? If so, how will you explain to your ancestors after you die? Do you want to tell them that I am just a slave who was killed while kneeling? Hacked to death? Are you still worthy of being human?"
The dagger in Xiao Letian's hand slipped to the ground and made a crisp impact sound. The sound struck everyone's heart like a bell.
Yeah, what the hell were we doing during this whole riot? The people present were questioning themselves. Seeing his relatives and friends being killed, he just hid in the corner and cried. Seeing the enemy's steel knife slashing at his head, all he could do was kowtow and beg for mercy. What are the consequences of cowardly being a submissive citizen? Has any enemy ever put away his butcher knife with good intentions?
Xiao Letian looked at this group of people with hesitant faces, shook his head, sighed, and turned away. There were countless Chinese in this city waiting to be saved. He could save them temporarily, but he could not save them forever.
Just as Xiao Letian continued to charge forward with his brothers, a strange wolf-like howling sound suddenly came from behind them, "Damn, people only live for a few decades, I don't want to die as a dog slave..." ..." The man who Xiao Letian scolded picked up the dagger on the ground and rushed forward. Behind him were hundreds of men and women who were already going crazy.
"Folks, don't run away, fight with them, kill these beasts...Boss Liu, don't kneel to them, even if you do, they won't let you go, grab a knife and fight with them..."
"Blood for blood, life for life, even if I die, I will still be a man..."
The crowd became angry. The discarded tachi and ribs on the ground, the broken door panels and wooden sticks on the street, and even the masonry and tiles on the collapsed walls became people's weapons. All the anger was poured out towards these Japanese thugs who were causing trouble. . Update as soon as possible
Xiao Letian wiped his tears with his sleeves excitedly, "Damn, I'm so exhausted. The morale of the people has finally been boosted. After this battle, I don't think anyone will want to be a slave anymore..." Master, have you seen that the bloody nature of the Chinese people has not disappeared at all, it has just been suppressed, no one is born a slave!"
Under Xiao Letian's instigation, the riots in Naha Port gradually changed their nature. Encouraged by the shouts of countless Chinese folks, and under the iron-blooded encouragement of Xiao Letian's ten assault troops, the Chinese who used to be like sheep actually hugged the group. They picked up all the fighting weapons around them and followed Xiao Letian's troops to stir up the entire Naha Port and shake the entire Ryukyu Kingdom.
Ahachiro and his men were dumbfounded now. In their memories, there was never any memory of Han rebellion. Since the Ryukyu Kingdom came under the control of the Shimazu family, Han pirates had been arrogant in certain periods, and these common people It will always be synonymous with cowardice.
But today, this group of sheep suddenly transformed into a group of lions. Even the women and children dared to throw stones at them from behind the crowd. The men gathered under the flag, and they were all crazy.
"That person is a devil, that flag is a devil flag, everyone rushes to grab the flag... give me the duck!" Evil Hachiro himself didn't even know that his shouts were trembling at this time.
At this time, the person facing the Evil Eight Lang is Xiao Hexin, Xiao Letian's subordinate who considers himself a disciple. In the past, the young man who always claimed to be a Confucian general and a wise general has turned into a murderer. He rushed to the front of the formation, and his whole body was reduced to a bloody gourd.
"Save bullets, save those cocktails... Array, array! Push these beasts into the sea and let them die..." The flag behind Xiao Hexin's back has been splashed with countless blood, just like the soul summoning in the hand of death. Like a flag, everyone who gathered under this flag fanatically ignored death.
Without knives and guns, we still have sticks. Without sticks, we still have fists and teeth. Dockers, businessmen, gardeners, farmers, chefs, waiters... Every Chinese who used to work hard to build this city is now crazy. .
"This is a city we built with our own hands. Even if we destroy it with our own hands, we will not give it to you beasts... Burn it! Kill it! Even if this city is completely destroyed, as long as we Chinese are still there, we can still Build a better one with your own hands, but there won't be an inch of land for you Japanese..."
This is already the pier. Four to five hundred Chinese have gathered behind Xiao Hexin. In front of them are more Japanese thugs, and Evil Eight Lang is among them. But what frightens these thugs is that even though they have the upper hand in numbers, they are still pushed forward. Behind them is the sea, and all the merchant ships on the sea have anchored and left the port, and no one will provide them with assistance.
"Baga! Baga...have all your rice balls gone into the dog's belly? You can't even beat the slaves of the Qing Dynasty. Go and inform Mr. Yamamoto that we have tried our best, and now it's up to him..."
"One, two, three! Push... One, two, three! Push... Avenge our dead folks, push these bastards into the sea..." Xiao Hexin held a knife in one hand, like a god of death, and in his The high identification flag behind him was flying in the air, and even though it was soaked in blood, it still made a loud sound.
