The smart gyroscope swept across with the elf carving knife, and the assault rifle fired in an orderly manner.

They can't handle AOE damage.

Empty the steamer instantly.

On the last remaining steamer, before the Portuguese soldiers could realize what was going on, Zhao Chuanxin completed the group's annihilation.

They turned around to look in horror, and saw Zhao Chuanxin standing on the side of the ship, waving to them.

The Portuguese soldiers had goosebumps.

As soon as he turned the gun, Zhao Chuanxin leaned forward. Before they could shoot, the man disappeared again.

The Portuguese soldiers suddenly felt desperate.

If someone feels something, they nervously twist their stiff necks and want to look back.

Sure enough, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Zhao Chuanxin's playful eyes.

At this time, Portuguese soldiers stood in rows on the bow of the ship, and the smart gyroscope pulled the elf carving knife from left to right.

The end is full of blood!

There were no more survivors on the three steamers.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the old sacred altar and saw that the power of faith inside was completely exhausted.

But the gathering speed is also very fast, because in the past two days, he has been very noisy.

As long as he is willing to struggle, the power of faith will increase.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the small awning boat before, and was shocked to find that a dying old man put a wet arm on the side of the boat, but was unable to climb up.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the telescope and looked at it, showing a look of surprise.

It turned out to be the old man who sold him the shark skin water bottle.

He jumped out of the boat, rushed to the fishing boat, and pushed the little old man onto the boat.

There was a shocking bullet hole in the little old man's shoulder. The skin and flesh were rolled and bleeding.

The wound was badly covered in blisters, his face was bloodless, and he looked like he was dying.

Zhao Chuanxin lit up a cigarette: "Can you still hold on?"

The little old man moved his head weakly, his expression was relieved, and his voice was hoarse: "The fish and dragon are damaged, the Dragon King is going to take me in."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the hollow of his shoulder, and sure enough, the fish and dragon tattoo was broken into two pieces.

He sat on the side of the boat and said calmly: "My name is Zhao Chuanxin, and the Portuguese soldiers who injured you are dead."

The little old man looked back and widened his eyes: "Okay, okay, okay!"

Seeing this, Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and smiled. He took a deep breath of cigarette, raised his head and exhaled like a sword.

After dusting the ashes into the water, his voice became distant and hollow: "When the soul comes back, go to Xiumen. When I work to recruit you, I will go back first. When the soul comes back, I will return to my former home. There are more traitors and traitors in the world..."
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Everyone in the world says that he is a mage. Today, he will perform a ritual to summon the souls.

Listening to his voice, the little old man saw in front of his eyes the scene of his childhood on a fishing boat with his parents and the vast mist on the sea in the early morning.

At that time, as long as he could eat an egg, he would be happy for a whole day.

He lived by fishing, and it seemed that he knew how to swim from the moment he was born. After living on a boat for half his life, he saw the smoke on the shore, the white smoke that covered the sky and the sun from the ships of the great powers, and saw fire and blood.<

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I can always hear other people talking about Cixi, Li Hongzhang, and Zeng Guofan, saying that teachers use their superiors to control barbarians. Today, the Qing Dynasty also has ships and naval forces, but in the end they still cannot control the barbarians.

After landing ashore, I experienced the warmth and warmth of human kindness, and was also bullied by foreigners.

His brain is more flexible than other people. He has learned to deceive people and make a living by selling water. Although his life is tight, he does not have to suffer from wind and waves every day like his ancestors.

Thinking of this, the little old man had tears in his eyes, slowly closed his eyes, and breathed his last breath.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin recited the last sentence: "There are orchid and thin trees, and qiongmu fences. When the soul comes back, why go so far!"

He stood up, threw away the cigarette butts, pushed the fishing boat to the shore using the smart gyroscope, carried the little old man's body, and put it aside first.

Looking down at the old sacred altar, half of the power of faith has been stored in it.

Zhao Chuanxin twisted his neck, moved his hands and feet, and practiced balancing techniques on the shore to warm up.

The total number of Portuguese soldiers in Macao may exceed 2,000 after supplies.
Chapter completed!