Gao Wu: Traveling through the heavens in dreams, a professional rebel!

Chapter 102 The British Fourth Fleet, the cruel scene at the port was exposed, and Admiral Harris was horrified.

They break through the waves from the vast blue depths, break through the boundary between dawn and dusk, and move forward with the waves, heading directly for the treasure island port hidden in the gentle embrace of the coastline.

On the ironclad ship, the adjutant was reporting the situation.

"Admiral Harris, we are already near the Colonial Treasure Island. We will be able to enter the port in about two hours."

Hearing this, the admiral in the British general's uniform smiled.

"Hahaha... That's great! After nearly a month at sea, we finally reached land!"

"The Eastern Kingdom is too far away from us!"

"If it weren't for this, we would have completely occupied this land long ago."

Hearing this, the adjutant nodded in agreement.

"That's right! But General Harris doesn't need to worry. It is said that the steam engine device has been successfully improved again. It should be put into use in some time."

"By then, the speed of warships will increase several times, and all the lands in the East will surely have new masters."

"The country of Great Britain, on which the sun never sets, will also go down in history with everlasting glory."

The two looked at each other, both with arrogant smiles on their faces.

After a few breaths.

Admiral Harris's roar echoed throughout the ironclad ship.

"Notify all fleet captains, advance at full speed!"

……

However, about two hours later.

A magnificent fleet consisting of dozens of majestic ironclad ships slowly sailed into the deadly harbor.

At that moment, the cruel scene before their eyes made all the foreign soldiers and generals who came from afar dumbfounded.

At the same time, indescribable shock and horror surged in my heart.

"Oh my God! What…what's going on? What the hell is going on here?"

"Oh my god! Crows... piles of dead bodies..."

"Sea water... How could the sea water turn scarlet..."

"It stinks! I can smell it from so far away! How many people died!"

"..."

The port of Formosa was littered with the cold corpses of foreigners.

Layer upon layer, piled up like a mountain, it looks like a huge and terrifying hill of corpses.

Their faces were distorted, solidifying the final pain and fear of their lives.

A pair of empty eye sockets look up at the gray sky, as if telling the unwillingness and despair at the end of life.

The air was filled with a sickening smell of blood, mixed with the salty taste of sea water, pungent and heavy.

Countless crows circled in the sky, screaming miserably.

“Ga…Ga…Ga”

The overlapping noises seemed like the wails from hell.

They flapped their black wings and swooped down to peck at the incomplete and rotten bodies.

The ground of the port was stained with blood, showing a deep dark red, and every drop of blood seemed to be a cry of life passing away.

Broken limbs were scattered everywhere, and torn clothes fluttered helplessly in the wind.

In addition, near the port, several ocean-going merchant ships were anchored alone, as if shrouded in the shadow of death.

Every inch of deck and every mast of these merchant ships were hung with horrifying corpses.

Some of the mutilated bodies were hung randomly by ropes, while others were leaning against the side of the ship in twisted postures. The wounds were shocking, and the scarlet blood flowed along the hull, leaving dark red dried marks on the hull.

In addition, there are countless terrifying holes on these ships, as if they were smashed by some unknown creatures with brute force.

Of course, these merchant ships that look like ghost ships are also filled with flocks of greedy crows.

They made a sharp and shrill sound.

The black figure shuttled among the corpses, pecking at them non-stop, its feathers stained with blood and flesh.

At this moment, as a gust of sea breeze blew by, the sail ropes swayed weakly in the wind, making a creaking sound.

As if wailing for this tragic scene.

And the broken sail trembled in the wind like a soul-calling banner.

The whole picture is like a scene from hell, exuding endless horror and despair.

Dozens of ironclad ships remained where they were, and countless foreign soldiers, looking at the cruel scene on the opposite side from afar, fell into deathly silence.

In the past, they had massacred the indigenous people in the colonies. There were piles of corpses and rivers of blood, but they didn't feel anything.

Now, I don’t know if it’s because they are of the same ethnicity, but these foreign soldiers feel a little fear in their hearts, and their souls are shrouded in a layer of haze.

After a long time, Admiral Harris, the commander of the entire fleet, was the first to regain his sanity and gave orders.

"Fourth Fleet, Ironclad Ship No. 001 entered the harbor alone to inspect..."

"The shore operations are under the full command of Captain Michael Knuckles, Captain of the 001 ship."

"Report after finding out the specific information!"

……

Soon, an ironclad ship broke away from the fleet, approached the port alone, and carefully established a passage through the deck.

After that, thousands of foreign soldiers carrying fire control rifles went into the port in teams to gather intelligence.

At the same time, the huge noise of the arrival of the armored fleet also alarmed the star power practitioners wandering nearby.

But after they discovered it from afar, they did not rush forward blindly to fight, but quietly hid in the dark and observed.

After a while, these star power practitioners began to communicate with each other.

"The foreigners... all carry fire control devices... there are a lot of them... at least tens of thousands... lead them over there... test them..."

The few remaining words in the sea breeze seemed to confirm that these guys had begun to have inappropriate thoughts.

In this way, an hour passed, and the thousands of foreign soldiers searched the area around the port thoroughly inside and out.

As a result, nothing else was gained.

Captain Michael Knuckles of the 001 ship, who was carrying out tasks assigned by his superiors, also made a professional report based on comprehensive analysis of the information.

"Report to the General...Except for corpses and crows, no other abnormalities were found in the entire port!"

After a few dozen breaths, new orders came from the admiral.

The commander of the battleship 001 led all the soldiers to clean up the debris on the coast.

Hearing this, Colonel Michael Knuckles' face turned black, but he had no choice but to do it.

One hour... two hours... three hours...

The unfortunate thousands of foreign soldiers on the No. 001 ship, suppressing their nausea and fear, continued to throw the corpses into the sea.

In their opinion, this is the most convenient and best way to deal with the problem.

As for whether it pollutes the sea and causes harm to the natural environment, these British people don't care.

As the sun sets, countless rotting body parts either sink to the bottom of the sea or float towards the depths of the sea with the waves.

(End of this chapter)