Chapter 141 Slaughter

On the sea, thirty ships surged out of the harbor, heading straight for international waters. These ships were seized by Chang Song's men during the beach landing, taken from the southern side of the island. At the time, the island's armed force numbered less than two hundred, making it impossible for them to defend the small harbor.

Most of these ships were speedboats and small transport vessels, none of them particularly large. The rescued captives were crammed onto the boats, with even the hulls lined with black people who had climbed aboard later.

On a speedboat, Chang Song shouted toward a nearby transport ship, "Maintain order! Don't fight, don't panic!"

"Don't push us, I can't hold on!"

A middle-aged man clung to the edge of the ship, his hands gripping the iron railing tightly, shouting incessantly.

"Save me, let me climb up!" A black man below had no leverage, only able to grab the middle-aged man's legs.

"Let go! I'm going to fall too!"

"Please!"

"Get lost!" The middle-aged man kicked downward twice.

"Go to hell, let's die together!" The black man frantically grabbed the middle-aged man's legs, his eyes red as he tried to climb.

"Splash!"

After struggling for a moment, the two fell into the water together, pushed away by the waves.

"Save...save me...glug glug!"

The two struggled and shouted in the sea, slowly sinking beneath the waves.

Chang Song witnessed the tragic scene but could do nothing. The pursuit was not over; more than a dozen helicopters had taken off near the beachhead, flying at low altitude.

How could the speed of a small boat compare to that of a helicopter? The two sides rapidly closed the distance on the sea.

"Da da da...!"

The helicopter squadron approached and, taking advantage of their aerial superiority, began to strafe the boats below.

Instantly, the unarmed ships, under the intense aerial fire, were like fixed targets, able only to take a beating without mounting an effective counterattack.

"Boom, crash!"

Two speedboats were instantly blown up, the forty or fifty people crammed on board engulfed in flames. Their screams merged into one as they were either blasted away or jumped into the sea, disappearing without a trace.

A helicopter approached a small transport ship. A Eastern European soldier on board, his face twisted, operated the aircraft-mounted flamethrower, aiming at the most crowded part of the ship's right side and pressing the fire button.

"Whoosh!"

The fire poured down, its burning length reaching fourteen or fifteen meters. The captives gathered on the ship's right side were too crowded to hide, only able to watch as the scorching flames rushed toward them.

Sixty or seventy people were set ablaze, wailing and scrambling about aimlessly. Eventually, some could no longer bear the pain of the burning and jumped directly into the sea.

The cruel massacre continued!

In reality, the personnel pursuing from Islands Six and Eight did not know what they should be doing or what their specific mission was. The islands had been too chaotic; nearly ten thousand people had rushed out of Building One. Some were trapped on the islands and unable to escape; others had taken to the sea in boats. With so many people mixed together, it was unrealistic to try to capture them all with just a few hundred men.

If they couldn't stop the captives, should they capture the armed personnel who had attacked the island? That was also difficult! Helicopters couldn't land on the sea, and soldiers couldn't rappel down because there was no place to land. With so many boats running together, who could distinguish which were enemy soldiers and which were commanders?

So the pursuing helicopter squadron was also confused, unsure how to stop so many people from retreating together. But one thing was certain: they were full of anger and resentment. Being ambushed in the middle of the night and beaten so badly meant that the entire archipelago's security department would bear responsibility. Moreover, many of their comrades and friends had been killed. Their indiscriminate slaughter was, to a large extent, an act of venting their anger.

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Inside the hidden command post.

General Fu held a communication device, his face anxious as he urged, "Li Dayanzhu! How much longer until your support arrives?! If you don't get here soon, all thirty of my ships will be sunk!"

"They're already on their way! Don't rush me, we need to detour, we can't enter from the patrol area, otherwise, we won't be able to explain it later," Li Dayanzhu responded immediately. "Soon, very soon!"

"I'm watching you. If your support doesn't arrive, I won't retreat either. I'll go down the mountain to meet them," General Fu replied stubbornly.

"Soon, I'm watching too."

After the two finished communicating, General Fu immediately waved his hand. "How much longer until the people I sent to the living village side arrive?"

"Ten minutes!" The adjutant next to him replied immediately. "There aren't many guards left at the command post now."

"That doesn't matter anymore." General Fu waved his hand, his eyes fixed on the real-time feedback of the ships, his voice hoarse as he said, "Wait for the results on the sea."

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On the sea.

A lead helicopter from Island Six circled the perimeter, broadcasting a message.

"Release Mr. Carl, or we will kill you all!" The Eastern European soldier in the co-pilot's seat shouted in English, his tone full of threat.

On the boat, the old black man turned to look at the side. "What the hell is he saying?"

Bald Fei frowned and translated, "They want the leader from the island, otherwise they'll continue the massacre."

"Damn it, I'll shoot him down!" The old black man raised his automatic rifle, squinting as he aimed, hoping to get lucky and hit the helicopter's cockpit.

Around them, five or six speedboats had already been sunk, and the screams of those who had fallen into the water and the raging fires were everywhere.

On each ship, the basest side of human nature was on full display. To protect themselves from harm, many people instinctively pulled weaker people in front of them as shields or kicked those who were on fire into the sea.

Yes, the helicopter's machine guns brought slaughter, but the self-struggle among the people on the boats also caused significant casualties. Quite a few were pushed off the boat alive.

Of course, there were also those who were trying their best to rescue their companions, helping others as much as possible. In short, the scene on the sea at that moment was like a microcosm of society.

"Release Mr. Carl!"

The helicopter squadron roamed in the air, continuing to fire on the boats, slaughtering them.

"Swoosh swoosh swoosh!"

Just as the one-sided slaughter was reaching its most intense stage, several streaks of light like long dragons suddenly appeared from the distant international waters.

There were ten streaks of light, whistling in at extreme speed, entering the pursuit area in the blink of an eye.

They were Wing Loong II unmanned combat aerial vehicles flying from the Lurong.

"Swoosh swoosh swoosh...!"

More than a dozen aircraft-mounted missiles lit up in the dark sky, flying indiscriminately toward the helicopters.

"Report to headquarters, they have outside support, they have unmanned combat aerial vehicles, carrying mounted missiles, requesting...!"

"Boom!"

Before the observer in the lead helicopter could finish his report, the cockpit was instantly shattered, and the helicopter plunged into the sea.

Chang Song looked at the Wing Loong in the sky and finally breathed a sigh of relief, lying down and saying, "Damn it, it's finally here!"