Witch Wind

Chapter 96: Falling into a trap (Part )

When the Dongyun army was dispatched, both the local rich people of Saint Ross and the Dongyun ronin became obedient.

The merchants and guards of Saint Rose were thrown into the prison of White Clam Port in the morning. Just after noon, a sharp alarm was sounded on the watchtower built on the top of the mountain in White Clam Port.

The sound of a low whistle drifted slowly from afar along with the sea breeze.

Pillars of black smoke rose up, and a huge fleet appeared off the coast of Bai Clam Port.

Eight 10,000-ton battleships, eighteen heavily armored fast cruisers, dozens of large destroyers, and a similar number of high-speed frigates. The huge fleet formed four standard battle lines, took an offensive posture, and headed straight for the White Clam Port.

Behind these warships, more than 500 passenger and cargo ships of all sizes were moving in neat arrays at a slightly slower speed, approaching the port little by little.

Xing Tianli stood on the roof of the Baijiao Port garrison headquarters, squinting his eyes and looking into the distance.

Beside him, Nanshan Qingye suddenly cursed: "Damn it, it's the Prince Frederick, these damn Saint Ross people, are they here to provoke?"

Xing Tianli looked at the green leaves of Nanshan Mountain.

Beihe Xiuyi hurriedly explained the origin of the 'Prince Frederick' - this was an old battleship built by the Saint Ross Empire with a displacement of 15,000 tons and had been in service for 28 years.

This warship was originally built by Saint Ross for the "World War" between the Far West Hundred Kingdoms thirty years ago. However, the war ended just after the warship was launched for sea trials. Without an opponent, the "Prince Frederick" was sent to the Far East by the Saint Ross Empire and became the flagship of the Far East Squadron of the Saint Ross Home Fleet.

This battleship inherits the tradition of the Saint Ross people of being "big, black and rough".

With a displacement of 15,000 tons, twelve ten-inch main guns, and hundreds of large and small secondary guns, this big guy is top-notch in the naval sequences of various countries today, whether in terms of displacement, number of guns, gun caliber, or even armor thickness, and is enough to crush the battleship of any country!
And what do the people of Saint Ross do with it in the Far East?

Crush the Dongyun fishing boats on the Seven Beiming Islands, ram the Dongyun patrol boats on the Seven Beiming Islands, bombard the Dongyun noble manors on the Seven Beiming Islands, or even bring a group of Saint Rose fishing boats to "set up checkpoints and collect taxes" on the return route of the Dongyun fishermen, and directly plunder the high-end fish catches of the Dongyun fishermen!
In the country of Dongyun, the reputation of the "Prince Frederick" is worse than dog shit!

At this moment, the ship that stood at the front of the Saint Rose warships and raised its battle flag was the Prince Frederick.

"Send a signal and ask them what they are here for." Nanshan Qingye roared angrily, "Get all the coastal defense guns ready. As soon as they fire, catch the Prince Frederick and fire at him with all your might. If any gun position can hit it with one shot, there will be a reward of 100 little silver dragons!"

The official currency of the Dongyun Island Union is various silver coins minted with a mixture of copper, iron and other metals.

Because the front pattern is "eight demon dragons stepping on the sea and swallowing the sun", Dongyun people habitually call it "Silver Dragon Coin". The small silver dragon is worth one tael of silver, while the big silver dragon is worth five taels.

The Dongyun Island Union also officially mints gold coins, and their designs and face values ​​are general names.

On the sea, the fleet of Saint Rose was getting closer and closer. When it was only a dozen miles away from the port, the battle flag on the "Prince Frederick" was suddenly lowered, and colorful signal flags slowly rose up.

The Saint Rose sailors in white uniforms appeared on the deck, with their heads held high and standing in line on both sides of the ship.

'Beep, beep!'
The whistle sounded melodiously, and on the highest mast of the Prince Frederick, a signalman waved a small flag, sending a signal requesting to enter the port.

Nanshan Qingye cursed under his breath and kept giving orders.

In the White Clam Harbor, civilian ships quickly left their berths and whistled their way out to sea. Dozens of tugboats sailed out of the harbor, gave signals, and slowly entered the harbor with huge ships.

Nanshan Qingye led many officials from Baijiao Port, a large group of honor guards, and a military band to line up on the dock. Dongyun's military band soldiers held Western instruments that were taller than them, and played with red faces and ears.

The Prince Frederick dropped anchor and dropped the cable.

The heavy gangway was lowered from the deck with a metallic clattering sound. Dozens of Saint Ross sailors, carrying guns and taking heavy steps, quickly landed and lined up on both sides of the gangway.

A bearded Saint Ross man wearing a black and blue marshal's uniform, over six feet five inches tall, as strong as a bear, laughed "haha" and proudly waved a marshal's staff made of pure gold, as thick as an ordinary person's wrist, about four feet long, and inlaid with at least a hundred gems of various colors, and walked down the gangway in a proud manner.

"Hahaha, it's really interesting to say that the 'Prince Frederick' and you Dongyun people are old friends. But for me, Balkin, this is the first time I have truly set foot on the territory that belongs to you Dongyun!"

Standing on the dock, Balkin stretched hard, and suddenly his whole body made a "crackling" sound like popping beans. He sneezed and stamped his feet heavily, and there was a muffled sound. He stamped a half-inch deep footprint on the reinforced concrete dock ground.

Nanshan Qingye, who was about to go forward, subconsciously took two steps back.

Behind him, several sturdy Dongyun men took a step forward, staring at Balkin with murderous eyes. In the crowd, several priests wearing black hunting clothes quietly walked out, gently waving the sinister round fans in their hands.

"Don't be nervous, we are here for 'peace'!" Balkin laughed wildly. He seemed to think that he had told a very funny joke. He laughed wildly for a long time before he panted and said, "Don't worry, we are allies. We are allies now. 'Peace' and 'friendship', do you understand what I mean?"

Nanshan Qingye and Beihe Xiuyi, finally surrounded by a large group of guards, went forward with gloomy faces.

Balkin, who was over six feet five inches tall, and a large group of Saint Ross officers who were about six feet tall, deliberately raised their heads and even tiptoed to greet these Dongyun officials, who were about four feet two or three inches tall on average.

Well, the scene of a group of bears greeting a group of hyenas cordially is really a bit funny.

'Boom'!
The flash lights went on. It turned out that the people of Saint Rose had arranged reporters in advance to take pictures of this "historic" scene when Balkin, Nanshan Qingye and Beihe Xiuyi were greeting each other.

We saw Balkin standing in the middle, with his hands outstretched, holding Nanshan Qingye and Beihe Xiuyi on the left and right. He looked like a strong old father, strolling on the street with his little grandson.

Xing Tianli pursed his lips tightly and managed to control himself from laughing out loud.

This group of Saint Ross people did it on purpose, absolutely on purpose!

More warships docked.

A large group of Saint Ross sailors shouted slogans, deliberately quickened their pace, and marched down from the warship in a line, carrying various guns.

Farther away, large cargo ships were slowly approaching the shore. Onto a passenger ship that could normally accommodate a thousand passengers, the Saint Ross people had crammed two thousand huge army soldiers!

Teams of St. Rose Army soldiers, dressed in simple clothes and carrying only rifles, staggered down the passenger ship, one foot high and one foot low, and quickly formed neat lines on the dock amid the loud curses of the officers.

The telegram was received long in advance, and White Clam Port had already made preparations.

As soon as the Saint Ross soldiers on a passenger ship finished lining up, several Dongyun officials came forward and led these Saint Ross soldiers in a line away from the dock and walked towards the barracks prepared for them outside the port area.

Passenger ships docked one after another, dropped off the soldiers they were carrying, then left their berths and headed for the open sea, followed by new passenger ships docking soon after.

Amid the noise, several large cargo ships docked at the pier. A large group of Saint Rose engineers shouted slogans, set up a simple hoist crane on the deck, and continuously lowered large-caliber artillery.

Everything seemed so hectic yet so orderly.

Just when it seemed that the day would pass peacefully, an angry roar suddenly rang out from the crowd: "Dear Barkin, my old friend, you must do justice for us!"

Xing Tianli finally grinned.

In the crowd, a fat man from Saint Ross, whose belly could almost fit four adult Dongyun men, was wearing a rough outfit and violently knocked away seven or eight Dongyun soldiers who were on guard, and strode into the welcoming scene. Black Borneo was so hot and so humid, and this fat man was actually wearing a full set of traditional Saint Ross aristocratic costumes.

Although this guy's noble robe was mainly made of silk, the seven or eight layers of clothing inside and outside made Xing Tianli feel inexplicably hot all over. He wondered how he could bear it.

Following this fat man, several other tall and strong fat men from Saint Ross also rushed in arrogantly.

There was chaos all around, and a large group of Dongyun soldiers, waving swords and spears, rushed towards this side.

Balkin was already waving his hands in anger: "Damn it! Let them come over! Let them come over! Batule, my old friend, why are you so embarrassed? You damn big mine owner, why are you as embarrassed as a tramp?"

The fat man Batule flew in front of Balkin and roared angrily: "Damn you Dongyun dwarfs, they arrested our people. Damn our friends, those friends who came to Baijiao Port to welcome you, they were all thrown into the Dongyun prison!"

Balkin's eyes widened, and he looked at Nanshan Qingye fiercely: "Commander Nanshan, please give me a reasonable explanation."

In the distance, about a mile and a half away, there was a Dongyun wooden building. Tata was lying on the attic, whistling softly, holding a Dongyun standard rifle, quietly aiming at Balkin.

"I like Lord Li Li!" Tata laughed softly, "The way he does things is very much to my liking."

"Hide behind the scenes and start a war, letting them kill each other and weaken their strength."

"When both sides are defeated, no, when all sides are defeated, then, Supreme Amitābha, your followers will be able to take over this world easily, and our people will not need to shed too much blood."

"I just love Master Li Li so much for doing things this way."

Tata smiled and pulled the trigger nonchalantly.

'Snapped'!
After the crisp gunshot, Tata dropped the Dongyun standard rifle in his hand and easily, like a swimming fish, lightly jumped out of the attic. He was like a phantom, passing over the roofs of the Dongyun wooden buildings very lightly, and soon disappeared without a trace.

A splash of blood splattered on Balkin's chest.

The Dongyun people's standard rifle has a long barrel and small caliber. The bullets leave the gun at an extremely fast initial velocity and have considerable penetrating power.

Tata's shooting skills were amazing. From a distance of one and a half miles, the bullet accurately hit Balkin's chest, passed through between his two ribs, flew past his heart one centimeter away, and then got stuck in the strong and tough muscles on his back.

Balkin, undoubtedly, also possesses a certain amount of extraordinary blood.

His body was extremely strong, and the bullet failed to penetrate him.

His majestic body swayed, and his heart spasmed. Balkin's face suddenly turned pale. He staggered back a step and suddenly looked down at Nanshan Qingye. Balkin, with fierce eyes, roared, swung the heavy marshal's staff made of pure gold, and smashed it towards Nanshan Qingye's head.

Xing Tianli flipped his palm and activated a seal. Nanshan Qingye screamed and his body slid seven or eight steps to the side. A guard beside him, who was as sturdy as an anvil in a blacksmith's shop, appeared inexplicably in his original position.

'Boom'!
The guard's head was smashed by the blow, and the upper half of his body was shattered by Balkin's heavy blow.

Nanshan Qingye reacted extremely quickly. The moment the guard's brain matter mixed with blood sprayed onto him, he had already pulled out his service pistol - it was an extremely sophisticated self-defense pistol specially developed by the Dongyun people for high-ranking generals!
After all, he was the second elite student to graduate from the Dongyun Empire Military Academy. Nanshan Qingye's muscle movements even exceeded his own consciousness. When his mind was still blank, he had already aimed at Balkin and pulled the trigger at him.

Gunshots rang out, and a volley of bullets hit Balkin's chest.

Nanshan Qingye's shooting skills were excellent. Eleven explosive bullets with specially treated bullets all hit a small area the size of a teacup on Balkin's chest, smashing the flesh and blood into pieces. Countless bullet fragments penetrated deeply into Balkin's chest and tore his heart into pieces.

Barkin cried out in pain.

He let out a long hissing roar, and a faint red flame gushed out of his body.

Amid the sound of a muffled heartbeat, the few drops of blood in Balkin's body burned wildly. A huge amount of life energy surged, his broken heart was repairing rapidly, and his muscles were wriggling, squeezing out all the bullets and shrapnel in his body.

"Fire!" Balkin raised the marshal's baton and swept it across, hitting the dozen or so stunned Dongyun officers in front of him, causing their brains to splatter and fly around like a bunch of bowling pins.

On the "Prince Frederick", more than a dozen small-caliber rapid-fire guns were rotating in unison, and amid the "clang" sound, the Saint Ross sailors frantically loaded the magazines into the rapid-fire guns. After just a few breaths, the dull "boom, boom" sound of the guns continued to ring out, and the Saint Ross sailors began to frantically fire at the Dongyun soldiers in black uniforms on the dock.

On the sea, dozens of Saint Rose warships that had not yet docked blew their whistles, slowly accelerated, and laid their huge ships across the sea. Countless sailors were busy at the gun positions of all sizes, tearing off the gun covers, pulling out the muzzle plugs, and the huge turrets began to rotate.

'boom'!
A Saint Rose battleship that had not yet docked fired a salvo.

The main guns were too powerful, so the Saint Rose warships did not dare to bombard the port, fearing that they would accidentally injure their own generals. Their target was the permanent coastal artillery position built by the Dongyun people on the distant hillside.

Large-caliber naval gun shells whizzed down the hillside, and in the first round of salvos, none of the shells hit the target. Amid the terrible explosions, columns of smoke hundreds of feet high rose into the sky, and shrill alarms sounded on the coastal artillery positions.

Intensive gunfire rang out from all directions.

The Saint Rose soldiers who were running towards the barracks outside the port received orders from their superiors. They roared like mad brown bears, swung their rifle butts, and killed the Dongyun official who was leading the way with one blow.

Then, they launched an indiscriminate attack on all the Dongyun people around them.

The Dongyun garrison also launched a counterattack.

Because of the arrival of the Saint Ross people, the Dongyun people were already full of precautions, and tens of thousands of garrisons had already been quietly deployed near the port. As the gunshots and cannons rang out, these Dongyun people shouted frantically and pulled the trigger at any creature over five feet tall in their sight!
The entire Giant Clam Harbor was dyed blood red almost instantly.

Xing Tianli fluttered his sleeves to protect Beihe Cangyi, Beihe Xiuyi and Nanshan Qingye, and in a few flashes he rushed out of the dock area where the battle was the most chaotic.

Balkin noticed the presence of Xing Tianli. He roared, and the Marshal's staff in his hand spewed out blazing flames. He and several officers chased after him fiercely. However, Xing Tianli's figure was unpredictable and his speed was too fast, far exceeding Balkin and his group. Balkin and his group frantically beat and killed two or three hundred Dongyun people who blocked the road. When they looked up again, they could no longer see Xing Tianli and his group.

Balkin and others quickly returned to the 'Prince Frederick'.

The anchors were raised, the cables were cut, and several capital ships that were docked quickly left their berths, firing small-caliber cannons at the shore while speeding away from the shore.

After several battleships withdrew seven or eight miles, the main gun of the "Prince Frederick" also locked onto the garrison headquarters in the White Clam Port. Large-caliber shells whizzed out one after another, and in an instant the only two reinforced concrete buildings in the White Clam Port were blown to ashes.

'boom'!
Three large-caliber coastal defense shells almost simultaneously hit an armored fast cruiser named Princess Ekaterina in the Saint Rose fleet. Relying on permanent positions, the caliber of the coastal defense artillery is extremely amazing, and the accuracy of the hit is far superior to that of battleship guns.

Three shells fell, and the keel of the poor "Princess Catherine" was immediately broken.

The ammunition depot exploded, and the armored cruiser with a displacement of more than 8,000 tons exploded into a dazzling ball of fire with a deafening roar.

Xing Tianli stood on the top of a wooden building, looking at the chaotic giant clam harbor with a relaxed and happy mood.

In just a short period of time, more than 30,000 ghosts had been devoured by the Tongtian Yuling Banner.

(End of this chapter)