Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

"The voice gradually became quieter." A Union City officer touched his pocket. The stack of black converter's filial tobacco leaves had been completely wet. He shook his head regretfully, "The battle over there is almost over. Well...what do they call the Iron Dome?"

The soldiers around him all echoed.

The sound of rain continued, and the officer was obviously talking about the sounds of fighting in the city.

"Sir's hearing is still as good as ever," a soldier knew that his boss was a close associate of Xi Dong's faction. He sighed and praised him pointedly, "But come to think of it, with General Xi Dong here, what else can go wrong? ?”

"Hey, there's General Cos. He's also working very hard." The officer waved his hand, not wanting to be criticized, but it was obviously very useful. "Of course, we were probably the first to break into the Iron Dome..."

"Yes, yes... I just hope that after the generals demolish the Iron Dome, they will remember us little soldiers and take the big guys in to keep warm..."

After saying this, the soldier shuddered.

The black converters were familiar with the swamp environment, and when they were led to secretly move into the warehouse, they always chose relatively sunny weather - even then, the soldiers complained endlessly.

I never thought that I would see the true face of this dense forest now.

In the past, the weather was dull and hot, but when it started to rain, the water flow quickly took away the heat from the body, and the phenomenon of hypothermia gradually appeared. However, he had to wear a suit of iron armor, and his physical strength was exhausted even more quickly.

Only then did everyone understand.

Obviously there is a blacksmith industry in Shark Village, but the armor rate of members of the Hound Gang has always been very low, mainly light armor and medium armor, so that they suffered a big loss in frontal conflicts-this is the habit they develop in daily life. .

After all, if it weren't for the black converter, the mole.

They generally do not descend into direct conflict.

However, the Union City soldiers who have now captured the four sentries and defense lines.

He also became increasingly exhausted.

"Cheer up, this is the end." The officer noticed the condition of the soldiers and encouraged him, "We still need to keep a good watch on these bastards."

After saying that, he glanced at the dozen or so members of the Hound Gang who were bound around him.

They were all the original guards of this post, and there was also a cadre among them.

"These are all our trophies." He laughed, and the surrounding men also cheered.

According to convention, these captives will be converted into Kai coins, usually as slaves——

The merchant guild to which the family belongs is joined by the Slave Chamber of Commerce, which is specifically responsible for this industry. It is said that not only the serfs and domestic servants of the noble lords of the Union City purchase goods from them, but also many other areas on the continent, as long as slavery exists, they are inseparable from the Slave Chamber of Commerce——

And they themselves are not responsible for 'producing' slaves.

The sources of goods are diverse. A large number of them are the prisoners of war plundered by the Union City; and the coins paid by them are also a major source of military expenses for the Imperial Army to some extent.

to these soldiers.

It means you can make a small profit.

Their comments were not shy, and when they reached the ears of the captured gang members, some were trembling, some were ashen-faced, but some were just dismissive.

The cadres of the Hound Gang were all tied up and could only hold their heads high, shake off their wet hair to avoid blocking their eyes, and try their best to see the surrounding situation clearly in the wind and rain.

"Strange, why did we form an alliance in the first place..." He murmured, but now he suddenly remembered this issue.

The wounds all over his body were cracked, washed white by the rain, and looked hideous and terrifying.

Up to now, I can no longer feel the pain at all; the excessive blood loss has made my brain a little confused.

He knew that he had no chance to escape. If the prisoners made any movement, the soldiers guarding them could kill them at any time. The reason why he didn't want to do this was because he planned to sell them as slaves.

But for some reason, just now.

There was a strange feeling in the cadre's heart.

'This is……'

At this moment, some people finally couldn't bear it any longer and took off their military boots to dump out the accumulated water; there were also many Union City soldiers wearing helmets who took off their masks and pulled out their underwear to wipe their faces.

The officer did not stop.

Because letting the rain obscure your eyes will actually affect the efficiency of the warning.

But that's it.

"my eyes!"

A cry of pain came from behind, and a soldier suddenly covered his right eye, wailing loudly in fear and pain. A small bamboo stick emerged from between his fingers, and its tail feathers were wet and sticky in the rain.

It's an arrow!

"Enemy attack!"

The alarm was sounded, and almost at the same time, several more soldiers were hit by arrows.

However, the officer could not even see clearly where they were coming from - he was guarding his home on the wooden sentry platform, and the only plank road leading here had been occupied. Below him was a pool of water that had been muddied by heavy rain. There was no trace of the enemy anywhere.

The officer quickly ordered the soldiers to find cover, while rejoicing in his heart——

Fortunately, these small arrows were not shot from a powerful bow or crossbow.

It looks like a homemade arrow made by swamp people. It can hurt people, but it is not powerful enough...

"Plop!"

Before he could finish being happy, there was a sound of falling water.

——The soldier who had been hit by an arrow in his eye suddenly stopped wailing, foaming at the mouth, staggered back a few steps, turned over and fell straight from the sentry post.

"It's a poisonous arrow!" Someone finally reacted.

People who had been injured before began to show signs of excess.

The next moment, there was a new round of feather arrows, piercing the wind like a charm.

"Hahahahaha!"

At this moment, a burst of untimely laughter suddenly sounded.

This laughter was hoarse, filled with ecstasy and resentment, coming from the vast rain and fog, making people shudder.

The officer turned his head sharply and saw that he was a prisoner of the Hound Gang.

"It's them, it's them! Choose this time!"

The hound leader huddled on the ground, laughing in the fierce wind. The rainwater poured down his throat and made him cough. However, the swamp man still didn't stop laughing, as if he wanted to laugh out all the air in his lungs. .

"What are you talking about!" The officer was shocked and angry.

He drew his sword and rushed forward, placing it on the prisoner's neck. He intuitively felt that the prisoner knew something - he knew about these elusive enemies hiding in the dark.

"I see, they haven't forgotten it," the hound cadre finally finished laughing. He didn't care about the steel knife on his neck at all. He just stared blankly at the sky. The rain hit his eyes and overflowed, streaking across his cheeks like tears. , "They have been eyeing Shark Village for a long time, but they have never had a chance. It is really..."

He remembered the origin of this alliance.

The legend that suddenly blew up in the wind and floated in the swamp was the shadow that once weighed on everyone's heart.

"...It really deserves its reputation."

"Tell me! Who are they?" The officer grabbed him and fiercely pressed the blade into the hound cadre's neck. "Tell me the information about these enemies and I will spare your life!"

The officer was frightened - he had always had good hearing.

He heard the sound of fighting that had gradually subsided before gradually resurgence, like wind and sand, and even the heavy rain could not cover it down.

But this time, he heard screams mostly from Union City soldiers.

It's not just my sentry post.

There are more and more places...their defenses are under attack.

"Want to know?" The Hound Gang leader chuckled, "I am indeed familiar with it."

As an old man in the gang, he has had many dealings with these opponents. Over time, it may be possible to trace them back to the time when Daharsh was king.

"Stop talking nonsense!" The officer grabbed the knife and almost roared: "Speak quickly!"

"You..." the man paused, "Don't even think about it!"

Chi.

A handful of blood splashed on the officer's face.

When he wasn't paying attention, the cadre of the Hound Gang used all his strength to directly hit the steel knife in his hand and killed himself.

The Union City officer only heard his last words:

"Even if I lose to these old friends... I can't give it to you..."

These last words were as thin as a mosquito's breath, but they were extremely clear to his ears.

The rain was pouring, and the blood on the officer's face was still warm, but for some reason he felt his heart getting colder inch by inch.

"Oh shit!"

He stood stunned for a moment, then reacted and cursed loudly.

I was completely fooled by this prisoner who wanted to die, and I was shocked by the fervent and genuine expression on his face for a moment - maybe he was just being mysterious, but in fact he didn't know anything at all.

"Don't mess around."

The officer kicked the body away.

The situation on the outpost gradually stabilized. The soldiers each found bunkers. In addition, the enemy's small arrows were not powerful enough to penetrate their own armor. Even if they were poisonous, their effect was very limited. They were just harassment. one time.

What's more, even when facing the enemy head-on, the officer is completely confident.

I guess they are just remnants of the Hound Gang.

The worst thing is, just defeat them again like we did at the beginning——

"Bang!" Suddenly, the sentry in the distance made an explosion.

In the wind and rain, my vision was blurred and I couldn't see clearly.

The officer could only hear the sound of water splashing.

"what happened--"

But soon, he understood.

Because, his feet stagnated, and his whole body was suspended in the air——

Their sentries fell straight down to the water!

The soldiers on the wooden sentry post and the suspended plank road were originally prepared to meet the enemy head-on, but unexpectedly, the 'ground' that should have been solid under their feet collapsed!

Continuous sounds of falling water.

They were originally incapable of water and were wearing thick armor, so they had nowhere to struggle!

The tall building collapsed in the water, and its rapid sinking created a vortex, sweeping up all the people who fell into the water, like a giant beast lurking underwater and devouring it.

"It's over!"

The muddy water poured into the officer's mouth and nose, and a moment of despair came to his mind.

But after all, he was very skilled and reacted quickly. He decisively cut off the cooked beef tendons connecting the armor with a knife and let the burden fall to the bottom of the water. Only then did he no longer envy himself for not being like several generals. Wearing that gorgeous yet extremely heavy full-body armor, the symbol of the Imperial Warriors.

The light-weight officer struggled to surface.

This wave of losses was heavy, but many soldiers responded promptly and survived.

However, the collapse of the sentry was no accident.

What exactly is...

The officer's heartbeat froze.

He was in the water and saw a ghost——

Obtrusive big eyes, long nose, mottled iron-gray face, dark green skin...

And the blade that pierces the heart.

"What is this……"

The officer struggled painfully, but the sharp knife protruding from the back of his heart was firmly pierced into his body, and in his mind, the smile of the Hound Gang prisoner before his death suddenly appeared, which seemed to be relieved and mocking. .

"Are these the people he was talking about..."

next moment.

Blood is like flowers splashed with ink, blooming one by one on the water.

The withered figure sank lonely into the water.

A swamp ninja carries a bamboo bow at his waist and a ninja sword in his hand, swinging his legs and diving into the deep water... Such hunting happens everywhere.

Their individual strength is no different from that of ordinary gang members.

But they, who were from the Southern Wetlands and the Water Tribe, were now on their home turf, coming and going like shadows without a trace.

First there was a volley of bamboo bows to attract attention.

Then sneak in secretly and attack suddenly.

This is their standard tactics.

Several swamp ninjas, holding knives in their mouths, jumped into the water from the broken base of the sentry.

They also completed the task successfully.

If it were a hound gang guard, they would definitely know how to guard against underwater enemies - it would even be impossible to let them enter the Shark Village.

Union City, however, was remiss.

Even with Big Black Eyebrow's reminder, ordinary soldiers have no similar combat experience at all.

The forces in the swamp know each other's roots, check and balance each other, and form their own ecology.

Every young man in the swamp will receive this piece of advice from the old man when he comes of age:

——Never think that you have complete control of this jungle.

"Family, another stronghold has been removed." A swamp ninja hovered on the water and reported to a person. They all had the same breathing mask and dark green straps, and there was no difference.

Only people in the Water Tribe can distinguish between each other's rank.

"Oh, I see."

The person responsible for commanding the operations in this area is a jounin, who is equivalent to an elder level in the Water Tribe. They are also called "brain tank nin". They are usually responsible for making decisions in the southern wetlands. This time The action was actually carried out in person, which shows the level of attention taken.

Of course, this time even their leader Shadow Man took the risk first.

Their own consciousness seemed nothing in comparison.

"There's another one." The Jonin quickly made a plan.

"Brother, aren't we going to support Iron Dome?" Hearing this, his subordinates asked in confusion.

He noticed that the targets of the raid were almost all on the outskirts of Shark Village, but they bypassed the iron dome, the core of the battlefield. For the Swamp Ninja personally, as a member of the Water Tribe, it was his first time to enter Shark Village, and he even had the opportunity to Seeing the high throne of the entire swamp... Apart from victory, this is an exciting thing in itself.

"Don't question the family's decision," the jounin said coldly.

Toughness is his habit.

"Our strength is not strong enough to cut off the enemy's alliance head-on," but he was silent for a moment and quickly added, "So we can only be like a sharp knife, seizing the moment of stabbing, and gaining The greatest result."

And this opportunity... was fought for by that person.

When the sharp sword is unsheathed, there will be blood.

"One more thing," the Jonin thought for a while and emphasized again: "Not only can't we land on the Iron Dome, but we also need to tell our people not to approach the water."

"Is it the arrangement of Lord Yingren?"

"This is not something you should know," he glanced at his subordinates through the mask. Due to the other party's authority, he was not allowed to access this level of confidentiality until the operation was over. "You just need to know..."

"Even Your Excellency the Shadow Man can only obey the arrangements."

In heavy rain.

The jounin glanced at the corpses floating one after another on the water.

If we say, at the beginning they were just gambling, fighting to the death, and feeling anxious.

Now it seems that the bet was right.