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

Chapter 103: Entering the treasure island, night attacks, frequent disappearances, and star power practitioners in the darkness.

"The dock has been roughly cleared. Admiral Harris, please give us your instructions!"

"Go ashore..."

As orders were issued one after another, most of the ironclad ships in the entire fleet landed near the port.

The remaining small part stays on the sea surface at a certain distance and swims back and forth.

Dense artillery fire is aimed at the port coast, ready to respond to various emergencies at any time and prevent them from happening.

Such a well-planned strategy can be said to be foolproof.

A moment later, a large number of foreign soldiers walked in the dock with gloomy faces, especially the leading Admiral Harris, whose expression revealed anger and resentment.

"FUCK! What the hell is going on? Is it the United States? Or other Western countries?"

"Let's go! Go into the city! Find the Governor of Formosa! I want to question this guy!"

"Is that how he managed the colonies for Great Britain?"

As he was speaking, the admiral led a large number of foreign soldiers and poured into the treasure island.

However, when they stepped into the city, a suffocating stench hit them in the face, and shocking scenes were everywhere they saw.

Various broken walls and ruins stood abruptly before our eyes. The originally solid foreign buildings were now riddled with holes.

On the streets, broken bricks and tiles piled up like mountains, blocking the originally wide roads.

The broken stone road creaked underfoot. Many houses had collapsed, leaving only a few shaky walls still standing stubbornly.

The charred wooden beams lay in all directions, their blackened surfaces seeming to tell of the horrific scene of the raging fire that had once ravaged the area.

In addition, the signs of the shops that have not become ruins have long disappeared.

The shop window was broken and the goods inside were looted, leaving only debris and messy footprints on the ground.

The once bustling market is now filled with deathly silence, with stalls leaning to one side and fruits and vegetables rotting on the ground, emitting a foul smell.

The trees along the street were also destroyed, with their branches and leaves falling off, and some trunks were even cut in half and fell to the ground.

Walking to the edge of the square, a statue of Great Britain that once symbolized peace and prosperity was not spared.

The head rolled to the side, the body was covered with scars, and it had lost its former majesty.

In addition, as you walk along, you can occasionally see various foreign corpses laid out randomly.

Some of their limbs were twisted, as if they had experienced extreme pain in the last moments of their lives.

Some of them had their eyes wide open, lifeless, as if they were still expressing their unwillingness and fear at this cruel fate.

Their clothes were torn to shreds and their wounds were bloody.

The coagulated blood was dark in color and exuded a suffocating smell of death.

Obviously, judging by the degree of decay of the bodies, these foreigners were killed only a few days ago.

In fact, he may have died not long ago.

Seeing this scene, Admiral Harris was furious, and his eyes turned bloodshot due to rage and hatred.

After that, he roared with gritted teeth.

"Declare war! This is simply declaring war on the great Great Britain!"

"Investigate! Find out the identity of the killer!"

"Blood debts must be repaid with blood."

A few moments later, a large number of foreign soldiers began to search in teams, going to the ruins to look for survivors and asking questions to find out the truth.

As the search area continued to expand, survivors appeared one after another and were brought to Admiral Harris as soon as possible.

Admiral Harris: "Tell me...what is going on?"

Foreign survivor A: "Devil...Eastern devil...Take me away from here..."

Admiral Harris: "What's going on at the dock?!"

Foreign survivor B: "Ahhhhhhh! Forgive me! God! Please save me..."

Admiral Harris: "FUCK! Tell me! Who is killing people in the colony?" Foreign survivor C: "Die die die... You are going to die... I am going to die too... Everyone is going to die... The demons... are coming... They are coming!"

"..."

After this period of torture, most of the foreigners were either killed by the star power practitioners or driven to mental breakdown.

Because of this, Admiral Harris asked again and again, almost driving himself crazy.

"Oh! FUCK! What on earth is going on? Crazy! A bunch of lunatics! Can't they find any normal people alive?"

at the same time.

In the corners of those dilapidated streets, some foreign soldiers were searching around, vigilantly checking every hidden corner.

However, even so, it could not prevent death from coming.

A series of black shadows as swift as phantoms appeared and disappeared, shuttling through the night.

Then, a dull cracking sound suddenly broke out in the air, and the sound seemed to foreshadow the coming of some misfortune.

Then, one horrifying scene after another unfolded.

In a flash, the neck of the foreign soldier who was still alive just now was suddenly and strangely twisted and deformed.

Then, their bodies collapsed limply and turned into freshly-baked corpses.

Everything happened quickly and silently, like the imperceptible chill in the night wind.

All that was left on this deserted street was dead silence and a faint sense of foreboding.

For those new star power practitioners, they already possess inhuman combat power.

But when facing thousands of foreign soldiers, one can't help but feel heavy pressure.

Therefore, these people chose to attack quietly and secretly under the cover of night.

In the darkness, there were whispers, faintly revealing the smell of blood.

"Seventeen... hehe..."

"Another twenty-six... and the training speed can be doubled again!"

"Kill, kill, kill... These aliens that came to our doorstep cannot be wasted!"

"..."

On the other side, Admiral Harris looked at the dark scene around him and asked his subordinates to arrange overnight arrangements.

Countless torches were lit up, and the foreign soldiers sat down to rest for a while.

As time went by, the soldiers who were scattered searching gradually returned.

However, when calling the roll, the officer noticed something was wrong.

"Oh! FUCK! Wells, Logan, Matt... Why haven't so many people come back? Has anyone of you seen them?"

Hearing this, the other foreign soldiers responded with laughter.

"Who knows where those fools have gone? Maybe! They met the damsel in distress and were exchanging ideas!"

"Hahaha……"

"I'm not familiar with this place, who knows where I've been!"

"Either I'm lost, or I found something good on the way!"

"..."

Even in such a strange environment, these soldiers from Great Britain.

They still maintain the so-called white arrogance and contempt for the territories occupied by the indigenous people.

In their view, their colleagues possessed advanced firearms and could act recklessly.

Moreover, the main force is nearby, so even if there are hostile forces, they would not dare to cause trouble at this time.

(End of this chapter)