Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Li Zhitao led the adjudication team to ambush.

The entrance in the southwest corner can be used as a bunker on both sides, while the west wall is unobstructed.

Which one is better and which one is worse will be judged.

But Li Zhitao and the others only had a slight advantage, and the Portuguese soldiers began to retreat while shooting.

The distance was only a few tens of meters, and a dozen corpses were left behind. They successfully retreated to the northwest corner, which was as tragic as the Shura field.

The two sides were shooting randomly from a distance of a hundred meters. If you look at it from a high altitude, you can see the two corners below, with tongues of fire bursting out from time to time. The fight was lively, but no one was killed.

The Portuguese soldiers in the northwest corner were inevitably a little desperate.

Someone said: "Divide half of the people and ask for help from the southeast corner fort, and ask them to go around and surround the southwest corner fort."

This is a war fought in circles.

He thought that the Portuguese soldiers on the southeast corner fort were still alive. After all, just now they were yelling at them in a rage.

Just do what you say, half of the Portuguese soldiers walked halfway along the north wall, and happened to run into Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin dodged to the side, and then followed behind them, reducing their numbers while running.

By doing this, they didn't notice anything wrong when the group was about to be wiped out.

Until the last person tilted his head slightly and said, "Why is there no movement at all?"

He just turned around, his eyebrows hurt, and he lost consciousness.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't even look at the corpses on the ground, turned around and continued running.

In the northwest corner of the fort, the sound of life-seeking gunfire disturbed the night. The torches inserted in the drainage holes were completely exhausted. The moon in the sky was frightened and hid in the clouds. Only the tongues of fire occasionally illuminated the surroundings.

The Portuguese soldier with curly black hair had just finished firing his bullets and stepped back to pull the bolt. His teammates stood on top to prevent the fire from being interrupted.

He wiped the sweat from his face, and his nose was filled with the smell of sea water, burnt, offal, and blood.

On the four-sided fort that was like a death circle, he was undoubtedly lucky. He was still alive. He even seemed to have hit the arm of a gunman on the opposite side just now, because after he fired, he felt that the muzzle of the opposite gun suddenly lifted up and fired a round into the sky. .

After loading the bullet and pulling the bolt, he raised his head and glanced behind him, and was shocked to find that the shadowy formation of his comrades in the darkness had disappeared.

A dark fear suddenly arose in his heart, and there seemed to be a huge and sneaky danger hidden in the darkness.

"There are enemies..."

These were the last words he said.

The rest of the Portuguese soldiers turned around in surprise and found that all the Portuguese soldiers clinging to the battlements fell down one by one.

Starting from the outside, no matter whether you raise your gun to resist or shoot, you can't stop them from dying.

In an instant, despair spread in the endless darkness.

There seems to be only one way out, which is to leave the northwest corner and enter the western wall.

Behind him is the invisible black hole devouring human life, and in front of him are the visible bullets of the Judiciary that kill people.

All the surviving Portuguese soldiers weighed for a moment and then rushed towards the Western Wall.

People are still more afraid of the unknown.

On the other side, Fuki Suiko covered his arm that was bitten by a bullet and shouted: "They are coming."

Just now, he was unlucky enough to be hit by a bullet when he was shooting. His flesh was raised and rolled, and he was bleeding profusely.

But in the noisy environment and tense atmosphere, Chui Shuiju didn't feel much pain.

Li Zhitao pulled him away and fired a shot. A running Portuguese soldier fell forward.

Li Zhitao discovered that there was a Portuguese soldier running towards this side, and he turned around and fired.

Zhao Chuanxin, who was hesitating whether to pursue him or not, was startled. The bullet fired by the Portuguese soldier missed him and hit the wall in the northwest corner, causing sparks to fly.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't want to go out anymore, so he simply lit a cigar and sat on the battlement, waiting for the ruling team to consume all the poor stragglers.

The sound of gunfire didn't last long, and Li Zhitao took someone out to check if there were any survivors alive for additional shots.

Zhao Chuanxin took off his shadow cloak and did not move. He just took out the wind lantern and lit it with a match in the leeward place, and stood on the battlement.

Chuishuiju came with arms crossed: "Master, are you okay?"

Zhao Chuanxin raised his head and puffed out smoke: "Baozi, have you failed?"

Chuishuiju grinned and bared his teeth: "For a man, it's just a minor injury."

Li Zhitao arrived, and Zhao Chuanxin handed him a medical kit made of oak wood: "Sew up the wounds of the blowing horse, disinfect and bandage them."

When Li Zhitao and Chui Shuijiao went to Lugang Town for "further training", they had already mastered these skills.

While Li Zhitao was sewing up Chui Shuiju, he said to Zhao Chuanxin: "Master, there may be people in the three-story tower in the center."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "Send someone to search, in groups of several, and be careful."

He had been playing from day to night and was a little tired.

Perhaps it was the end of the battle, and the moonlight in the sky emerged from the scattered clouds again. The cold light shone on the fort. In addition to the blood on the ground, there were also some cigarette boxes and matches scattered on the ground because the pockets were chopped into pieces. , wine bottles and even needles and threads.

Zhao Chuanxin leaned over and picked up a large Mexican silver dollar with an eagle and snake pattern. It was a relic of a Portuguese soldier and was stained with blood.

Not knowing what he thought of, Zhao Chuanxin sneered.

The remaining adjudication team cleaning the battlefield looked at the leader in awe.

When he showed a strange and cold smile, they couldn't help but shudder.

They scolded and fought vigorously, but in fact, most of the Portuguese soldiers on the fort died at the hands of this man.

The four words "murderous" are rendered with a strong personal color.

Maybe when such a person goes to the Hall of Hell, the King of Hell will give him a bit of a thumbs down when he sees him, because he can't afford to offend him.

"Master, I'll give you some water." A member of the Judiciary brought a water bag to the ground to please him.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the mud and blood handprints on the water bag and shook his head: "I will never be thirsty in my life."

"..."

Not long after, Li Zhitao came back with someone: "Master, there is no one left, they are all dead."

"Very good." Zhao Chuanxin was shocked. He was now convinced that this island really seemed to have the surname Zhao. "Take people to clean up the battlefield. We will rest on the fort tonight. We can't let the Portuguese occupy it anymore."

He had had enough of hide and seek.

Zhao Chuanxin did not join in the fun with the others. In order to avoid the loud snoring, he went to the roof of the tower, took out a blanket, wrapped himself in it and fell asleep.

Paper pigs stand guard on the rooftops and eaves.

Early the next morning.

The Portuguese residents of Fengshun Hall and the pastor of the nearby Santiago Church, who had been awake almost all night, quietly went out when the fish belly white appeared in the east.

They hesitated and gathered in front of Fengshuntang Street.

Finally, the priest adjusted the Roman collar around his neck and said, "Let's go. Maybe Governor Rosada has taught those barbarians a lesson. Maybe they are celebrating their victory, and we can still ask for a victory drink."

Someone showed a very forced smile and said: "But I heard rumors from deserters that Rosada had been killed by the butcher Zhao Chuanxin."

Apparently there were Portuguese deserters hiding in his house.