C102

Chapter 102 - We Are Not Sheep

Ever since Xiao Letian's ten battle squads had officially entered the battlefield, the situation of that Ba had become complicated. Three hundred people against more than a thousand waves of people, in terms of military strength, they would definitely be at a disadvantage. However, because Xiao Letian's tactics were advanced and his weapons were advanced, he was not at a disadvantage even after a few conflicts.

Xiao Letian and the rest did not suffer a loss, but the tyrannical people had suffered, the wave people's burning, killing and looting, coupled with the Molotov's cocktail that Xiao Letian had prepared, completely turned the Naha Harbor into a sea of fire. The fire began in the business district and the warehouse area and quickly spread to the residential district.

There were people sprinting everywhere. At this time, it was already hard to tell the difference between Japanese, Chinese and Ryukyu, everyone was hiding and hiding in order to survive.

Of course, there were exceptions. When the chaos had just started, the people who had ulterior motives had already started to follow the raiders and loot while they were in the open, especially the Japanese.

The situation that Xiao Letian feared the most had finally happened. The number of Japanese s in the Naha Harbor was already more than the number of Chinese.

Unfortunately, the wealth accumulated by the Chinese Shang for the past few hundred years had long become the target of greedy people. The desire to rob them was so strong that even the Spencer Gun was unable to suppress it.

"For the Great Japan … For the Emperor … For the God of Heaven... To kill these Chinese and take away their wealth, the Ryukyu will forever belong to Japan … " E Balang was the first to shout out such a slogan, he even threw all the blood treasures that he snatched towards the crowd.

"Kill all Qing Guo Nu s... "Take their money, take their women …" The city was filled with terrifying ghostly cries and miserable struggles.

Xiao Letian clenched his teeth and led his brothers towards the place with the loudest sounds of battle. He knew that he had lost control of the entire riot, and Naha Harbor with several hundred thousand people was not a place that three hundred people could calm down. At first, there were only a few dozen Japanese thugs in front of him, but soon, there were only about three to four hundred people charging at the primary matrix.

"Saving ammunition... Throw the flask into the most concentrated place... "Who else has grenades? Blast his mother …" Xiao Letian was like a madman currently commanding the battles in the primary matrix. The raging fire and his anxious emotions had caused his throat to be so dry that it was about to stick together.

Right now, Xiao Letian's primary matrix had already fallen into the whirlpool of thugs. With four consecutive raids by a hundred people, they had used up a huge amount of ammunition. Xiao Letian had no choice but to use his final secret weapon, the chili powder grenade to expel them.

The Gun had already consumed two-thirds of its bullets, and now, Xiao Letian's death command was that one shot had to explode the head, and that every bullet must not be wasted.

The God of Fortune could not forever bless Xiao Letian, and injuries and injuries were already inevitable. Right after repelling the hundred thugs, three guards who were severely injured and could not be cured fell to the ground.

"Take our brothers and leave …" After Xiao Letian finished speaking, he extended his hand out to support his, but unfortunately, the injured person pushed his hand away.

"Brothers, lead the mister away, we'll protect you from the back …" The three wounded men jumped up from the ground with all their might, and rushed towards the group of thugs that was gathering in front of them. In their hands, there were three burning bottles of Molotov's cocktail s, dragging out long tails of flames.

"Even if I die, I'll drag a few behind me …" Three flames illuminated the night sky, and the enemy's screams rose and fell.

"Ah …" Xiao Letian was crying so hard that his face was covered in flowers. The three special forces who rushed over were the most outstanding veterans in the Tanggu riots, and every single one of them were Xiao Letian's precious bones. However, in just a few months, they died in that tyrant's hands.

A wave of grief and indignation rose from the bottom of his heart. The scenery in front of Xiao Letian was as if he was walking on horseback, the pitch-black night sky, the city shrouded in flames, the commoners who were fleeing in all directions, and the thugs who were burning, looting. In the distance, the foreign merchant ships had all set sail, and the Shouli City on the mountaintop was brightly lit. "Hahahahahahahaha …" "Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah!" Everything reminded Xiao Letian that he himself was in hell.

No one knew where the anger came from in his heart, but he suddenly escaped from the support of all the guards and rushed into the crowd of primary matrix s. He grabbed a robust middle-aged man in one go and roared, "Why didn't he resist? "Just why didn't you resist …"

The ashen-faced man looked like a normal dockworkers. His strong body had never thought of fighting with anyone. He had only carried a heavy bag on his back for the first half of his life in exchange for a small salary, barely allowing himself to live.

The man knew that Xiao Letian was someone with a great identity, and the fear of power that was growing in this commoner's bones flared up once again. He mumbled to himself and could not say anything, his knees went weak and he was about to kneel down.

Xiao Letian was now tearing up. Not only did he grieve for the lives of his subordinates, he also hated the cowardice of these people.

"This old man will beat you up …" Xiao Letian raised his big palm wanting to slap him, but when he saw the man's obedient expression, he suddenly felt pain in his heart, and was no longer able to do so.

Who has deprived the Chinese of their warlike spirit? Was it because the Mongolian had to take away the kitchen knife, or was it because the Manchu did not leave any hair on his head when he entered the stage? Or perhaps it was simply the three kowtows and nine kowtows of the bunch of cynicists?

Xiao Letian shook his head, pushing all the distracting thoughts to the side, and took out a snow white dagger from his waist. The stowaway thought that the lord wanted to kill him, and was so frightened that he knelt on the ground, kowtowing as if he was pounding garlic. "Master, spare me, please spare me …" Behind him, a group of tribesmen were kneeling on the ground and begging with all their might.

Xiao Letian said with a wry smile. "No one will blame you, because you have never learned how to resist in your entire life. Your home has been burnt, your family and friends killed. If you still don't dare to resist right now, then no one will come and save you … "

Xiao Letian suddenly stood up and shouted, "My brothers' lives are also their lives, their blood cannot be lost in vain. "I can save you once, but I can't save your entire life. If you want to live, then follow my team and fight for your lives. Even if you die, you'll only be an honorable person …"

"Look at you, you want to kneel on the ground and be chopped to death by your enemies without any resistance? If so, how will you explain it to your ancestors after death? Could it be that he was telling them that he was a slave, that he had been chopped to death while kneeling? Are you even worthy of being people? "

The dagger in Xiao Letian's hand slid to the ground, releasing a clear sound of impact, and the sound was like a bell that struck everyone's heart.

Yeah, what the hell were we doing in the whole riot? The people present were all torturing themselves. He watched as his family and friends were killed, while he just hid in a corner and cried. Looking at the enemy's steel knife slashing towards his head, all he knew was to kowtow and beg for mercy. What about the result of being a cowardly citizen? Has anyone ever put away a butcher's knife with kindness in their heart?

Xiao Letian looked at the group of people who were hesitating, he shook his head and sighed before turning around and leaving. There were still countless Chinese people waiting to be saved in this city, even though he could save them for a while, he couldn't save them for a lifetime.

Just as Xiao Letian and his comrades were about to charge forward, a strange howl came out from behind them, "Damn it, people only live for a few decades. I am not willing to die as a dog slave." The man who Xiao Letian berated rushed forward with the dagger in his hand. Behind him were over a hundred frenzied men and women.

"Fellow villagers, don't run anymore. Fight with them and kill these beasts …" Boss Liu, don't kneel to them. Even if you kneel to them, they won't let you go. Take out your knife and fight them to the death … "

"Blood for blood, life for life. Even if I die, I'm still a man …"

The crowd was enraged. The Katana s, costal deviation s, broken doors, wooden sticks, and even bricks on the collapsed wall had all become people's weapons. All of their anger was poured out towards these Japanese thugs who were wreaking havoc.

Xiao Letian excitedly wiped his tears off with his sleeve, "Damn it, I am so tired, the morale of the people has finally risen, after this battle, no one wants to be a slave anymore … Dragon Lord, did you see? The Chinese people's bloodlust did not disappear, they were only being suppressed, no one is born a slave! "

Under Xiao Letian's instigation, the nature of the revolt in the Naha Harbor gradually changed. Under the cheers and encouragement of the countless Chinese villagers, and with Xiao Letian's ten powerful assault troops, the Sheep like Chinese people actually formed a group. They held all the weapons they could use and followed Xiao Letian's attacks to stir up the entire Naha Harbor, shaking it.

E Balang and his subordinates were already dumbstruck. In their memories, there had never been a memory of a Chinese rebellion. Ever since the Ryukyu Kingdom had fallen under the control of the Shimadzu Family, the Chinese sea cuttlefish had once been arrogant, and these commoners were forever synonymous with cowards.

But today, these sheep had suddenly turned into a group of lions. Even women and children dared to throw rocks at them from behind the crowd.

"That person is a devil. That flag is the Devil's banner. Everyone charge forward to seize the flag …" Duck! " E Balang didn't even know that at this moment, his shouts had already started to tremble.

Currently, the person facing E Balang was Xiao Hexin, the head disciple under Xiao Letian. The young man, who always claimed that he was a scholar or a wise general, had already become a god of death. He rushed to the front of the primary matrix, and his entire body turned into a blood gourd.

"Save the bullets, save the cocktail... Array formation, array formation! Push these beasts into the sea and let them die … " Blood had already splashed onto Xiao Hexin's back, just like the soul flag in the hands of the god of death, all the people who were gathered under the flag were fanatically ignoring death.

No weapons, no weapons, we still have sticks, no sticks, we still have fists and teeth, dockers, merchants, gardeners, farmers, cooks, waiters … All the Chinese who used their hard work to build this city were now crazy.

"This is a city that we built with our own hands. Even if we destroyed it with our own hands, we wouldn't give it to you beasts … Burn it! Kill! "Even if this city is completely destroyed, as long as we Chinese are still alive, we can personally build a better one. However, there won't be a single inch of land in Japanese there …"

He was at the pier already, there were already 400 to 500 Chinese people gathering behind Xiao Hexin. In front of them, there were even more Japanese thugs, including E Balang. However, what frightened these thugs was that even though they had the advantage in numbers, they were still pushed forward. Behind them was the sea, and all the merchant ships on the sea had anchored and left the port. No one would be able to help them.

"Eight!" "Crack …" Did you guys eat your rice ball into a dog's stomach? Unexpectedly, he couldn't even defeat the Qing Guo Nu. "Go inform Lord Yamamoto. We've done our best, it's all on him now …"

"One, two, three!" Push... One, two, three! Push... "Avenge our fellow villagers! Push these bastards into the sea …" Xiao Hexin held onto the blade with one hand, and looked like a god of death, with a banner fluttering behind his back.