Song Hei-faced had already fought to the point where the oil was exhausted, and there were less than two hundred people standing around him.

But even these two hundred people still held the last line of defense at the dock.

This was a battle that was extremely hard, and Lao Song had almost never encountered such a fierce and desperate enemy.

Moreover, he also saw the cruelty of the enemy. Not long ago, he saw a personal guard around him dragged him out by the Japanese for fear of his life. He watched the Japanese drag him away, while dragging him off his limbs, and finally pierced his head on the branch and lifted him high.

Seeing this scene, Old Song knew that he could not survive and could even die in the battlefield. If he was accidentally captured by those Japanese, the consequences would never be much better than being Lingchi.

So he ordered his messenger to ask for help from the ship.

Of course, this does not mean that the fleet will send troops to support him, but that the fleet will cover the entire dock with artillery fire. He plans to use the two hundred people around him to drag the Japanese into the water together and everyone will go to see the King of Hell together.

"General, I, I'm back!" I was thinking about why the messenger hadn't come back yet? Why was the messenger back when the fleet's artillery fire had not yet hit the dock, and the messenger came back with an excited look on his face.

"How is it?" Old Song asked nervously with his hand and stabbed a Japanese man who was rushing to death with his military stab.

"The fleet agreed and told us that we will live our military spirit forever!" The messenger seemed to have no idea that if the fleet fired the artillery, he would die, and his face was still smiling so brightly.

"Do you regret following me?" Old Song had been injured several times, and blood was almost soaked in his military uniform, but he was still fighting and took the time to ask.

"I don't regret killing the Japanese!" The messenger shook his head first, then hesitated, and then said, "But... General, if we die, will you still take us with you when we go to the underworld?"

"Of course, if you are willing to follow me, I won't blame me for taking you to death!" Old Song also showed a smile on his face, looking very sunny. You know, he is just a young man under thirty years old.

"Boom..." Just as Lao Song finished speaking, a muffled thunder sounded from afar. Countless black iron balls were smashed like raindrops on the dock, followed by a violent explosion.

"Brothers, I told His Highness the King of Qi that people are at the dock. Today, it's time for us to fulfill our promise. If anyone is afraid, I will block you and jump back to the fleet immediately and have a way out." As the explosion, Song Hei-faced looked at the two hundred people beside him and shouted.

"Let you go, mom, no, I won't leave. My dick is dead. When the old man comes home, he must beat me to death. I want to avenge my dick!"

"That's right, I won't leave. After the underworld, I will settle the score with you!"

"Yes, you just promised to invite me to drink, don't miss the debt!"

The answer to Lao Song was countless cursing voices, but none of them turned around!

At this time of war, death no longer scares them, and the size of their official positions is not taken seriously by these people who know they will die.

Three thousand defenders and the three hundred navy troops that had just come down from the ship, a total of 3,300 people. There are only less than two hundred dead now. These two hundred people are said to have crawled out of the pile of dead people. How could anyone be afraid?

"Okay, since there is no coward, then follow me and kill all this donkey. If there is a next life, I will go from house to house to make cows and horses for you!" Old Song was infected by the death intentions of a group of people, and finally let go of everything. He laughed and took the lead in killing the Japanese who rushed up to the desperate.

"Kill..." Behind Lao Song, more than two hundred men roared and held their swords and fought again.

Although the Japanese were not afraid of death, this did not mean that they were stupid. While the fleet fired fire, their first reaction was that the Tang Dynasty would never fire at their own people, which means that Lao Song and the others should be the safest.

Therefore, the Japanese who kept rushing towards the dock were even more fierce. In order to grab the position, some Japanese even waved their swords behind their own people.

But this time they were wrong, and they were very wrong. Just when they thought they could take Lao Song and the others as hostages, countless shells fell down again, but this time the position was the center of the battle between the two sides.

"Boom..." The flames were raging, and they harvested life regardless of their enemies.

The two hundred defenders were almost instantly covered by the fleet's artillery fire, and there were nearly five hundred Japanese people in contrast.

Crazy, the people of the Tang Dynasty were really crazy. For a pier, they actually fired fire at their own people. Su Wojilu could hardly believe their eyes.

"Young master, withdraw your troops. It seems that the Tang people are going to fight to the death." A middle-aged man following Su Woru looked at the figure struggling under the black and red flames and said expressionlessly.

"No, I can't retreat. If the people just now were withdrawn, wouldn't they die in vain? Although I don't feel sorry for them if they die, I will never give up like this even if they can occupy the dock." Su Woru also had a expressionless expression on his face.

He is the son of Suwo Ekima and will inherit his position in the future, but he is always dissatisfied with his performance, so no matter what he said, he will do this matter more beautifully and let him see that he is not the legendary stupid, huh.

"But……"

"Nothing, but if you say something more, believe it or not, I will kill you!" Hearing that the middle-aged man seemed to suggest him withdraw his troops, Su Woji asked with a gloomy smile.

"Ah!" The middle-aged man stepped aside and stopped talking.

The war situation at the dock continued. After the artillery fire, there was almost no living person in the entire center of the battle. The Japanese people coming up around began to worry about their lives.

After losing the enemy, their rationality gradually recovered. They clearly realized that if they did not retreat, they would be very likely to be destroyed by the terrible weapon on the Tang army warship.

After this strong desire to retreat arose, the Japanese began to be in chaos. After all, no one wanted to line up and be shot, so they began to flee into the woods behind them regardless of Shangguan's orders.

The shelling continued, and the deafening explosion came into the ears of the messenger, awakening his consciousness.

He pushed away the person pressing on his body, looked up and looked around, and there was no living person around him, and the one who just pressed on him was nothing but his general Lao Song.

Looking at everything in front of him, the messenger was almost crazy at that time, his dull eyes were full of madness, and he grabbed a sting from the ground, howling and rushing towards the Japanese who were fleeing to the woods.
Chapter completed!