"Ah?! Save , save !"
"Shark! Shark!!!"
The soldiers of the Southern Drug Dealer Governnt floundered on the surface of the water, frantically shouting in terror, clumsily swimming toward the shore, provoked by the sll of blood in the water, the sharks below were already agitated.
A bull shark, waving its tail, suddenly spotted a leg slipping nearby, bared its teeth, charged forward, bit down, and dragged it directly into the sea.
"Ah!! Save ! Save ! Steve, save …" The unfortunate victim waved his hands vigorously, shouting towards a companion running ahead, who had entered the brothel together but now didn't even turn back.
"You won't end up good…"
He hadn't finished his sentence when he began to gurgle, bubbling in the water.
Those sharks were well-fed.
Thanks to the drugs delivered by Victor, the Top Boss...
But there were so exceptions.
A dozen soldiers crawled onto the shore and lay there, gasping heavily, eyes wide with terror as they watched the fighter jets in the sky.
"Run! Here they co again!" a Sergeant shouted, glancing at the sky then spun around to run.
They saw a Warthog about 70 ters above, boldly and audaciously licking the ground!
The fire god cannon underneath began emitting a muffled sound, buzzing~
Suddenly, bullets chased after them, spraying their backs.
The fire god cannon's bullets, though only 20mm, when they hit, it's a ss to collect the bodies later, primarily because it's a six-barrel. Thinking of running?
Unless you're a Gundam!
"Scatter and run!!" But so weren't fools, the leading sergeant, his face red, roared loudly, his feet moving like a tornado, nearly leaving afterimages.
Hearing his command, those behind understood they would all die if they kept running straight and instinctively sprinted to both sides.
Yet, the Warthog kept tailing the sergeant.
"Fuck! Why is it only chasing !!" he scread in despair, his breath shortened in an instant, his feet faltered, and he stumbled to the ground, struggling to get up.
The fire god cannon instantly pinned him to the ground!
In bits and pieces…
The pilot of the Warthog clearly had OCD, and only after killing his target did he pull the joystick, propelling upward to the heavens.
anwhile, at the port, it was ablaze!
The bombers had dropped high-explosive bombs, and missing the target was difficult, two Fletcher-class destroyers, one Brownstein-class frigate had their decks blown off, the bridge severely damaged.
Counterattack?
Being alive was already a miracle.
A Fletcher-class destroyer nad "King of Iturbide" couldn't take it anymore, began keeling over with a wail. This ship, nad after xico's most brutal king, was the first to go down.
As it sank, it created a whirlpool.
The soldiers who had just jumped down scread, but in the face of nature, they were terribly weak, instantly sucked down, not even leaving whole bodies.
Five kiloters from the port, in the city's market area.
The discipline of the Southern Army was lacking; think about it, their father was a Yank, how good could it be?
6,000 people, officers, NCOs all went out to eat, drink, visit brothels, significantly boosting the local economy.
Brigade Commander Alex Phillips, a xican-Arican, was sitting with so deputies in a Japanese restaurant watching Japanese won dance.
"This Geisha dance is really quite sothing!" He clapped his hands, drank his rice wine, and watched the barefoot Geisha spread her legs, his eyes suddenly lit up.
She wasn't wearing anything underneath?!
He got excited, suddenly grabbed the Geisha by the wrist, pulled her into his arms, and as she softly moaned, Alex Phillips imdiately touched her earring, "You sll so nice."
"Stop it~"
Geishas aren't prostitutes, right? Just like eating civet coffee doesn't an eating shit?
Just as Alex Phillips was about to dive deeper, what tiger? Obviously a white tiger, urgent knocking sounded outside, almost breaking the door.
The Madam sitting by the door stood up hurriedly.
The Madam still had so charm, her breasts sagged but were quite large, wearing a V-neck, looking quite provocatively.
She opened the door, and a lieutenant colonel rushed in, his eyes filled with tension.
"Commander! The port has been bombed!!!" he yelled sharply!
Thud~
The Japanese Gui Gong holding the musical instrunt at that mont broke a string, he stared wide-eyed, clueless, the geisha house went suddenly silent.
Just like…
Alex Phillips's eyes slowly widened, then he suddenly pushed away the prostitute, and scread as he rushed out.
His mood…
Back when the Emperor had MacArthur as a guard while the latter flirted with his wife, he was in the sa mood outside.
Alex Phillips ran out of the geisha house, his deputies hurriedly followed, one even frantic and desperate to pull up his pants, running outside.
On the street…
Utter chaos!
Hundreds of people stood on the streets, watching the Northern Army in the sky.
"Ah!! Fucking hell!" Alex Phillips's eyes reddened, wanting to run back to the port but got pulled back.
"My ship! My ship..."
Those were the few ships the Southern Navy had, all blasted to ruins.
Going back on his own…
Wouldn't he be shot?
"Commander, Commander, calm down!"
These few n grappling with each other, a Warthog saw them from afar, made a semi-circle in the air, then charged at them.
Alex Phillips, originally pinned to the ground, shrieked.
"Get up! The plane is coming, run!!"
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