The gravel zone formed by rugged rocks and canine teeth resembles the remains of a mountain after the disintegration of a large mountain, and the sky is full of yellow sand and the wind is rushing into the camp of the rebel army.
In the simple barracks built with rough iron shelves, the low-wattage lampshades swayed back and forth, and there was a crude map on the table. Farafra leaned against the edge of the table and used a dirty His rag was wiping the prosthesis of his right hand, and the brows on his face were squeezed into a lump.
Since the insurgents were split into two halves, part of them surrendered to Crocodile, and quickly turned to each other to block the entrance and exit of the main road on the gravel, the remaining insurgents could only be curled up Struggling on whilst at death's door in the stone zone.
"Damn it, Koza is right, this is a naked conspiracy."
The division of the rebel army and the speed of the rebellion were too rapid, making Farafra I have to reflect on Koza's words before his death. In hindsight, there are indeed many places with unusual weirdness.
"Even if it is a split or a rebellion, it is impossible to be so thunderous. The only explanation is that the interior of the rebel army has long been infiltrated by external forces, and that part of the rebel leader of the rebel army was originally placed by Crocodile. Only the incoming chess pieces can explain all of this!" Farafra slammed a fist on the table, and the power of the mechanical prosthesis instantly pierced the map and the table with a hole.
Lipa walked in from the outside, he glanced at the hole in the table, removed the dirty rag from the table, and then slowly said, "Obviously we were forced into it again. desperate situation !"
"I hope you are not talking nonsense." Farafra pulled his fist out of the table, "How is the situation outside?"
" Who would have expected that as soon as those guys fell into Crocodile's arms, they would turn their guns quickly and aim at their former comrades in arms, without leaving any affection." Rippa pulled over the broken map and marked a few red circles on it. , They were all next to the main road in and out of the gravel zone. He grimly said: "All the entrances and exits are heavily guarded, and their weapons and equipment have been upgraded and replaced. We were forced to return after several breakout attempts. Fortunately, the terrain of the gravel zone is complex, which is not conducive to the spread and deployment of large forces. However, Daiou can exert more powerful destructive power in the gravel zone, and they will not be able to penetrate in a short time."
"They don't need to invade, they just need to trap us inside, we will be exhausted, and we will be all buried here, and these gravel will become our graves." Farafra hysterically yelled at Rippa: "Even if we tighten our belts and eat only one meal a day, the existing food will last up to 10 days. If we don't want to be starved to death, we must find a way to break through. "
"It's difficult with our strength alone!" Ripa narrowed his eyes.
"Aren't you a cadre of the Revolutionary Army? Tell the Revolutionary Army that our Alabasta rebels are willing to join the Revolutionary Army to overthrow the tyranny of the World Government, but only if they come to rescue us first." Fola has no more care, like a red-eye gambler trying to put all possible chips on the gaming table.
"Even if the Revolutionary Army is willing, it is too late to support the situation of Albasta. Moreover, the Revolutionary Army is the scourge of the World Government. Any action will provoke a joint attack by the World Government and Marine, and it will truly destroy Albasta Disaster." Ripap Qiao played the role of a revolutionary army cadre.
"Then you tell me what to do, wait here to die, or go out and surrender to Crocodile?" Farafra yelled, panting.
"Of course not!" Ripa reached out to the corner of the map, coldly said: "6 days later, we will launch a general attack on this blockade. When the time comes, there will be reinforcements to help us rush from the outside. Break the blockade, and then we can settle the account with those betrayal."
"Reinforcement? Where did the reinforcement come from?" Farafora blurted out in astonishment.
"The army of the Drum Kingdom." Rippa replied to the shocked Farafra: "Our ally King Wapol is still alive!"
Six days later.
The night is coming.
The stern shells tore through the sky and fell on the blockade constructed by the trenches and iron nets. The split insurgents transformed into the military uniforms on board, hiding in the trenches as if they were prepared, waiting for a round of attacks. After the bombardment, he quickly crawled out of the inside, venting violent firepower against the breakout insurgents.
The densely woven firepower net strips are vertical and vertical, forming a fan, just like countless winding and twisting giant fire snake nets choosing people to eat, and the torn corpses fall in pieces on the sand slope. The splattered blood penetrated the sand layer and dripped to the dark underground.
"It was another stupid breakout, so I said that I can only walk to the dark with Farafra. On the contrary, it is wise to surrender to the national hero Crocodile." Shapo commanded the battle. The officer said so.
After waves of breakouts and dashes, they were defeated and returned, leaving behind a corpse. Farafra stood at the back with dense bloodshot eyes and roared at Ripa, "Where's the reinforcements? What about the army of the Drum Kingdom?"
The shells returned from the opposite counterattack drawn one after another burning parabola in the air, and then slammed them heavily on the gravel ground, the stones fell apart, and the dust rose everywhere. The smoke and dust scattered with gravel and gravel obscured the sight, and there were screams, curses, and rumbling guns covering everything.
Ripa sweeps the smoke and dust on all sides. I don't know when the pair of goggles looked at Farafra's profile. He quietly drew a large caliber from his waist. The flintlock rifle hit the opponent's temple.
"You…"
Boom!
The dull gunfire was accompanied by the muffled sound of the explosion of the skull, half of his cheek was shattered by bullets, Farafra's corpse fell heavily to the ground, Lipa looked at the corpse under her feet icily said: "You don't need you anymore, the remaining rebels will accept my control."
A muscle in the gray smoke is knotted like Little Giant's silhouette walking in, and Daio lowers his head and sweeps the ground. Corpse.
"Yes, instead of letting a waste control the troops, it is more convenient for me to take over directly." Lipa Yin said sternly, "Although it is a good idea, but this is also for To better cooperate with Yarlin Captain's plan."
Li Pa quietly inserted the flintlock rifle back to his waist. In his eyes, Dio was just a Slaughtering Tool with simple thinking and 153 prisons. Like the cold and numb Fishman transformants, they only obey orders and do not have much subjective consciousness.
Dai Oumeran stared at the corpse on the ground, the black lines in his pupils flashed, and the expression on his face and the carved rock generally did not have any emotional fluctuations.