Chapter 268

Night, cold rain.

A large airship is like a giant shark in the deep sea, passing slowly under the thick black clouds.

Dozens of bright beams of light shot out from under the airship's pod, tearing open the night and rain, and illuminating the center of the portusese's Wharf camp.

The rain drops of the size of soybean particles slide through the light column, and the raindrops are bright by the light column, which makes people feel cold like a knife.

In the potusese camp, men and women screamed like ghosts.

They rushed out of the camp, following the survival instinct handed down by their ancestors, with a little belongings, trying to escape in the dark.

On all sides there was a heavy sound of horse's hooves and noisy footsteps. On one open carriage, a large gas lamp burst out a strong blue white light. After being reflected by a glass mercury concave mirror, it turned into a light column with a diameter of several feet into the camp, making the whole camp as bright as day.

The cavalry of large groups waving scabbard sabers, like the demons rushing out of hell, galloping in the dark.

The scabbard struck the fleeing botusel on his shoulder, and the sound of the heavy blow spread far away in the night. The beaten potusai uttered a shrill cry and tumbled on the ground.

The cavalry yelled and roared.

"On your knees, on your knees!"

"No running Son of a bitch, get down on your knees

"Kill the rebels, kill the rebels! All on your knees

A large number of botusels were beaten to the ground in a howl, and many more knelt on the ground.

In the dark behind the pillar of light, in the chariot surrounded by four wheeled carriages, a large group of armed soldiers lit torches and surrounded the whole camp.

A wise man left his belongings and rushed to the trestle of the wharf in two or three steps, ready to jump into the river to escape.

On a giant airship less than a thousand feet above the ground, a series of giant bombs fell like a pheasant laying eggs. Round bombs with a diameter of more than 1000 millimetres splashed tens of feet of water on the river. Then, with a dull roar, huge water jets exploded two or three hundred feet high.

Several bright beams of light shone on the trestle, and some intelligent botusels raised their hands high and slowly knelt down in panic.

Who dares to jump into the river?

Who dares?

The war airships of the Royal airship brigade were all used. When they met, they dropped a series of at least hundreds of giant bombs!

The cost of these bombs

Several bottuses on the trestle wanted to cry.

They estimated that if they were killed, Stuart IX would claim at most one or two gold marks But these giant bombs, how much does a bomb cost?

A bomb, can replace them more than ten bad lives?

Why?

What did they do?

What did they do?

Is it some dumb bastard who touched the bottom of the imperial princess in the street?

Even so, it's not like this, right?

In the camp, the cavalry galloped, their sabers pounded, and their whip whipped. A large group of ordinary potusais knelt on the ground with water. Following the survival instinct handed down by their ancestors, they cried and begged for mercy.

There are more clever ghosts. They point to the people around them and tell them all the good things they have done these days.

Who stole a wallet the day before yesterday.

Who robbed the kid's lollipop yesterday.

Who plotted against the girl in the alley the day before yesterday.

Who gathered the clansmen last month and sneaked into a rich merchant's house to steal, and was chased down three streets by vicious dogs.

There is no need for interrogation. In the face of such a large battle of "encirclement and suppression", these potusais took the initiative to "confess and be lenient.".

In the heart of the camp, in a strong warehouse, hundreds of strong and powerful young men closed the heavy warehouse door, in order to resist.

Those ordinary people are just petty thieves who commit petty crimes and live on their own.

However, these guys are the backbone of the lion tail tribe. They have committed numerous felonies such as violence, robbery, kidnapping, extortion, and even trafficking in human beings.

All the clansmen know what they have done. These crimes, in the potusai tribe, are equivalent to military exploits. The more people who commit felonies, the higher their status in the tribe, the higher their treatment!

According to the laws of the Durham Empire, if their crimes are carried out, they will surely be hanged!

If the judges are more "traditional", they may enjoy the VIP treatment of the guillotine.

Dozens of old-fashioned muskets protruded from the narrow windows of the warehouse, and a hysterical voice roared: "asshole, we are innocent We are innocent We didn't do anything Merciful muteste Look at these Empire dogs They slaughtered good people My God

A row of twelve field guns of 100 millimetre calibre were pushed up from the rear, and each of them was illuminated in the middle by the light reflected from a carriage.A gunner with a small torch, heavy pestle in the fire door.

On rainy days, the gunpowder was damp, and none of the twelve field guns was successfully fired.

On the ground, a major general wrapped in a poncho swore a dirty word, raised the torch in his hand and swayed three times toward the sky.

A giant airship flew over the warehouse, and ten giant bombs fell from a thousand feet.

Boom!

The earth trembled.

The whole warehouse was blown to pieces in a dazzling fire.

The major general who sent out the signal whistled softly: "it's perfect Today's accuracy of these bastards is as good as the textbook of military university

On the outskirts of the camp, on a small hill, a team of night patrol officers from the southern suburb police station rode on their horses, staring at the blazing camp.

"Stuart IX, who is this offending?"

"No matter who he offended He and his people, it's over Ha, this winter, the security evaluation of our branch office should be good. "

"In other words, we can get more bonus at the end of the year?"

A group of policemen were laughing happily, and some even sang Happy opera tunes.

When the lion tail tribe of Stuart IX was destroyed, the emperor glared at the hydra, which was the badge of the imperial inspection department.

Michaelle's body was shaking violently, his abdomen was squirming, and he couldn't help urinating.

The five girls screamed with one voice: "kind muteste It's disgusting What a shame

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