Portugal has more than 2,000 soldiers stationed on Australia Island.

But some of these people are responsible for public security, and some are to protect the rights and interests of the Portuguese in Macau, so only more than 500 people came.

Even so, there are ten times more people than the adjudication panel.

Perhaps because he felt that he was fighting on the mainland of Ao Island, Gao Dingyu did not send anyone to investigate in advance.

In fact, in his opinion, this can be regarded as giving Zhao Chuanxin face.

If it were another gang making trouble, at most twenty or thirty people would be able to handle it.

"Governor, that's Zhao Chuanxin, are you sure we want to target him?"

Gao Dingyu has curly hair, a somewhat white beard, is not tall, and has rough skin.

His tone was indifferent: "You don't really believe the legend that he can fight one against a hundred, do you?"

"But American newspapers have reported it."

"Reporter, don't you know?" Gao Dingyu dismissed it: "They like to exaggerate the most."

He rides an Andalusian horse. Its white, thick and long mane makes it look aristocratic.

He lit a cigarette and continued: "The arrival of five hundred people is already killing a chicken with a sledgehammer."

As soon as I finished speaking, gunshots rang out.

A cavalryman in front was shot and fell to the ground.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack..."

They never expected that they would be ambushed on Ao Island, on their own territory.

After hearing that it was just a gang fight, they didn't take it to heart at all, and so many teammates made them feel confident.

But they didn't expect that someone had been watching their every move, and as soon as they set off, the situation was reported to Zhao Chuanxin.

The two sides began to exchange fire, and there was loud gunfire.

After all, there are 500 people here, all well-trained regular troops. If they panic for a moment, they immediately adjust their team to find bunkers to fight back.

The cigarette Gao Ding Yu had just lit fell to the ground.

Such a gaffe made him very angry.

There are so many subordinates watching.

So he yelled: "Hit me hard."

Zhao Chuanxin did not fire. He was watching the battle, but he did not leave the battlefield.

The one who hit a cavalryman before was Chui Shuijiao.

This guy was so proud that he hid behind the bunker and bragged to others: "Look, in Lugang Town, everyone praises me as a sharpshooter and so powerful that even the Japanese are afraid of me..."

Lugang Town was now a legend among the adjudication team. When Li Zhitao and Chui Shuijiao were training them, they often talked about the Lugang Town Insurance Team.

Bang!

A bullet fired a cloud of dust beside the wall made of ash from clam shells that Chui Shuiju was hiding from.

The bragging stopped abruptly, and he shrank his head in fear.

This happens over and over again.

After all, the opponent had the numerical advantage, so they took the lead here, but the distance was too far and they failed to cause too many casualties to the opponent, and they were suppressed after a short time.

When Li Zhitao saw that Zhao Chuanxin did not take any action, he said, "Master, I can't hold on like this."

Zhao Chuanxin lit a cigar: "Don't worry, hold on a little longer."

Anyway, it was a lively battle, and there was some fighting.

The other party has the upper hand, is unforgiving, and rains down bullets at no cost.

There are just sporadic counterattacks here.

Only Zhao Chuanxin was leaning against the wall, sitting on a stone pier with a golden sword, his fingers tapping his knees leisurely.

Everyone was a little worried at first, but seeing him like this, they calmed down and fought back in a decent manner.

The Portuguese, who had been slapped in the mouth by Zhao Chuanxin before, had not run far when he suddenly saw another group of cavalry, carrying a red and white skull and crossbones flag, which looked quite intimidating.

The skull and crossbones flag was blown by the wind, but the knights on horseback were indeed a bit shorter, which seriously reduced the overall intimidation of the team.

But this group of people is well-equipped, each armed with a golden hook rifle, also known as the Thirty Style, and the ferocious look on their faces makes up for some lack of momentum.

Each of them carries a Southern Type 14 pistol at their waist.

In addition, there are cavalrymen with Madsen machine guns on horseback.

The Portuguese looked at this group of knights in surprise, who are these?

The Light Cavalry Skeleton Combat Team finally arrived at the battlefield from the side when the Judgment Corps was almost unable to withstand it.

Zhao Chuanxin could see the dust flying from afar.

When I saw the blood-red skull and crossbones flag, I finally grinned while holding my cigar in my mouth.

He stood up holding his knees: "It's time to show real skills."
Chapter completed!