Wandering in the world of martial arts

Chapter 110 The Horn of the General Attack (Please order first!)
No. 20 for three days.

The sea breeze is blowing, and the weather is slightly cool.

When there was only a thin line of white belly in the sky, everyone in the camp had already risen.

This should be their last day on this desert island.

Nannan was killed.

It still didn't survive.

There is no way, this is its fate.

From the moment it was born, this fate has long been doomed.

What Wu Chen did before was only delaying the arrival of this day.

There are also a lot of supplies in the camp, all kinds of food, daily necessities, medical supplies, etc., are all exchanged for points.

For all non-combat groups, the points have all been consumed.

Because if you keep it, if you die, all the points will be lost.

These materials will not be taken away all at once.

Some food, water, and medical supplies are all for backup during the voyage. They are temporarily placed in the base camp and will be transported away after the pirate ship is captured.

The breakfast is mainly mutton, supplemented by a lot of ingredients that can be exchanged for points. This last meal must be the best.

After eating and drinking enough, everyone moved some necessities into the stone boat, checked their equipment, and got ready to go.

Wu Chen also packed his things early.

He wore a quiver of bark rope full of rockets all over his body.

In the past two days, the camp has been rushing to make rockets, including a lot of them in the base camp, and the reserves are relatively abundant.

Then he stayed by An Cangmo's side all the time.

Although the two didn't communicate any more, Wu Chen didn't say much either.

However, in the eyes of others, one can clearly feel that Wu Chen is a little different today.

Although he was silent, what kept coming out of his ordinary eyes was a restrained but strong, fiery brilliance. It seemed that he could feel a determination sublimated from the depths of his soul. the power of.

At this time, he seemed to have no difficulties to stop him!
After a night of recuperation, An Cangmo's condition has also improved a lot.

However, she was still unable to move in the left shoulder after being shot, and could only fight with one hand.

For those who practice Wing Chun, they can only use one hand, and their combat effectiveness will of course be greatly reduced.

However, An Cangmo himself seemed very calm.

She just stretched out her hand from time to time to comfort Yin Gang, who was armed but seemed a little restless beside her.

It certainly felt the unusual atmosphere of today.

"set off!"

When everything was ready, He Xiang gave the order loudly.

The 34 people in this group stepped onto the stone boat in a single file and sat in the seats that had been arranged in advance. After all the people boarded the boat, the last one put away the anchor.

There were four wooden oars on both sides of the stone boat, and the eight men in the non-combat group sat on both sides, each with an oar, and began to move vigorously.

No one spoke all the way.

Everyone's hearts were as heavy as a huge boulder.

The black mist has filled the entire half of the island.

As soon as they looked, all they saw was this eerie scene.

Half an hour later, the stone boat finally approached the cow's neck.

Looking at the ghostly ghost ship in their field of vision, they seemed to see the gate of hell lying in front of them.

The boat stopped.

They did not sail straight there, but grounded the stone ship in a nearby shoal, preparing to land from the shore and attack the ghost ship.

"All those who have the ability to make fire, help everyone to light the torches. When you land in a while, everyone must stand together and act together when everyone is together!" He Xiang commanded again.

At that moment, several people with the ability to light fire, including Wu Chen, started to use flint and steel to help ignite the torches in everyone's hands.

It is worth noting that torches are divided into two shapes.

The combat group is one of a kind.

It splits the bamboo from the middle, stuffs it with cedar bark and oiled paper stained with gasoline, and then ties it with hay. The length is only as long as an adult's arm.

The non-combat group made their 06:30 sticks by splitting the ends and stuffing them into fir bark. The length was about [-] meters.

Fire can not only resist the erosion of black mist, but also kill and injure the living dead, so the camp simply changed these 06:30 sticks into special ones.

"After entering the black mist, it will be difficult to breathe. The black mist will start to erode our bodies, but don't be nervous, the short-term erosion will not have any impact. As long as this battle is resolved as soon as possible, we will be fine!"

Wu Chen turned his head to look at the crowd, encouraged him a little, and jumped down first.

After landing, he immediately turned around and stretched out a hand, catching An Cangmo's hand and taking her down as well.

Yin Gang also followed closely, entering the black mist made it a little uneasy, and roared a few times unconsciously.

Seeing that they were all right in the black mist, everyone mustered up their courage, got off the boat one by one, and then gathered together.

In the bunches of bright flames, the heavy breathing of everyone can be heard.

However, this is more of a nervousness.

As the crowd and the flames continued to join, the feeling of being uncomfortable to breathe had been lessening.

After everyone got off the boat, they could see with the naked eye that the surrounding black mist was obviously restrained by the flames and the blood of so many people, and they didn't dare to come over.

"Follow me! Attention, the battle group is outside, the non-combat group is inside, everyone pay attention to maintain a good formation!"

As soon as He Xiang waited for everyone to get off the boat, he immediately raised the explosion-proof shield in his hand and started to move towards the direction of the ghost ship.

The large explosion-proof shield he held high seemed to bring peace of mind.

Everyone followed closely behind, roughly forming a circular formation.

Wu Chen's position is slightly in the middle. After all, he is an archer, so he needs to keep a certain distance.

He took off the bow on his back and carried the torch behind his back.

The rocket is also in hand, ready to be ignited at any time.

The more than 30 of them are like a small army marching at night, constantly advancing towards the goal!

Just when they were about to rush in front of the ghost ship, there was finally movement there!
In the black mist, two broad springboards fell from the deck and landed on the shore. Afterwards, a crowd of undead swarmed screaming, each with fierce faces, rushing towards them like evil spirits!

A few timid women couldn't help screaming, and their bodies were trembling.

Just the visual impact alone made them almost frightened.

"Keep the formation! 06:30 sticks ready to attack!" He Xiang roared, using this roar to stabilize morale.

Wu Chen was even more straightforward. He had already ignited the rocket and shot it with a whoosh, hitting the face of a living dead person who was rushing forward, burning him into a burning man!

(End of this chapter)