Slaughter

The next morning, Bagana led hundreds of his brothers, carrying those boxes of bombs, to the Red Hat headquarters. Pero saw Bagana arrive and laughed, "Old brother, you're finally here. You've made me wait until my hair turned white. Did you bring all those bombs?"

Bagana patted the boxes behind him and laughed, "Would I lie to you? Every single one is right here!"

Pero burst into laughter, "Hahaha, this time the Dark Sea Throne will pay for their mistakes! How can a mere hundred men fight us?"

Bagana said to his subordinates, "Open the boxes and let Brother Pero inspect the goods!"

The Iron Hook Gang members opened the boxes, revealing rows of jet-black bombs. Their dark, lustrous casings made Pero exclaim, "These are like works of art!"

Bagana laughed, "Hahaha, Brother Pero, if the Dark Sea Throne men eat all these boxes, it'll surely make them shit and piss themselves!"

Pero grinned ferociously, "Distribute these bombs to everyone. Today is the day we get our revenge!"

If Jiang Chuan saw the bombs in the Red Hats' hands, he would surely laugh until his stomach hurt. In Jiang Chuan's eyes, the destructive power of these bombs was no different from slightly larger firecrackers. The principle behind their damage was the explosion shattering the bomb casing and the resulting thrust pushing the fragments outward. Their power was far inferior to the First Army's grenades. The First Army's grenades were manufactured with steel balls inside. Although the principle was the same as the Red Hats' bombs, the lethality was on a different level. Furthermore, the Red Hats' bombs required igniting a fuse before throwing, a significant weakness. The moment you lit the fuse, a sniper could blow your head off! And the First Army had no shortage of snipers. When the squads were initially formed, each squad consisted of a heavy machine gunner, a sniper, an observer, and two assault troops. The First Army was not afraid of any battle.

Pero slung an arm around Bagana's shoulders, "Let's have breakfast first. I've already ordered food. After breakfast, we'll take our time teaching the Dark Sea Throne a lesson."

Jiang Chuan's side had also distributed breakfast to every position. The bunkers were set up, and everyone was holding their posts, waiting to beat the Red Hats soundly. The exhilarating prospect of battle stimulated everyone's adrenaline. Malzi leaned against the wall of a rooftop, shouldering his machine gun, "Why aren't those sons of bitches here yet? Last time, the Iron Anchor Gang was wiped out before I even had my fill of fighting. I hope the Red Hats don't disappoint us this time."

Bruno curled his lips, "Be careful not to have your head blown off by someone else!"

Malzi roared with laughter, "Hahaha, the Red Hats don't have anyone capable of blowing my head off. Snipers, besides us, I really don't know which gang has them..."

Bruno wiped his Mauser Gun, "Who knows? Doyle, did you see anyone coming?"

Doyle was the observer in Malzi's squad. Doyle put away the binoculars Jiang Chuan had given him and said, "Not yet. The streets are empty. All the civilians have disappeared."

Assault trooper Eli chuckled, "Those sons of bitches are probably scared. Wasn't the lesson we taught them last time enough? Speaking of which, these grenades are really great, better than artillery."

Another assault trooper, Moses, said, "Artillery isn't as good as these things. The grenades the President developed are simply man-reapers, let alone devastating weapons like machine guns."

Bruno took a bite of bread and said, "The Red Hats really don't know what's good for them. The President gave them a chance, and they didn't cherish it. The streets are now full of traps, and we even have enough ammunition to fight for several days."

Moses laughed, "This suits that bastard Malzi just fine. He'll get to have his fill of fighting."

Malzi laughed, "This time I'll go all out!"

Jiang Chuan stood in the camp, looking at his pocket watch, "By now, the Red Hats must have started their advance."

"Tell everyone to prepare for battle!"

A child next to Jiang Chuan took out a whistle and blew three times. This was a pre-arranged signal, indicating the enemy was approaching and to prepare for battle.

Bruno heard the whistle, quickly finished his bread, and took a sip of water. "The President has given the signal. Prepare for battle. Those Red Hat scumbags are coming soon."

Everyone at their positions straightened up, watching the street in front of them. Half an hour later, people filled the entrances of every street. They stood trembling at the street mouths, as if facing an endless abyss. These were the cannon fodder Pero had rounded up from the surrounding areas. The traps last time had cost him dearly, but this time he had made thorough preparations!

Pero watched the battlefield from the rear and laughed, "You're all dead this time! You can't mess with me, Pero!"

The group of cannon fodder trembled as they walked ahead, moving very slowly, afraid that a single misstep would pull the fuse of a bomb!

Jiang Chuan naturally saw the cannon fodder. He did not order them to open fire; these people were merely innocent bystanders.

Pero saw the cannon fodder safely exit the street and laughed, "Brothers! They're scared, so scared they can't even hold their guns steady. Charge! Whoever brings me the head of a Dark Sea Throne member, I'll reward him with eight hundred Gold Coins! Now, throw those bombs onto the rooftops!"

Red Hat and the Iron Hook Gang members took out bombs, lit the fuses, and threw them onto the rooftops. The First Army saw these things and immediately ran off the rooftops, taking cover inside the rooms. Since the First Army had a way to attack with these grenade-like bombs, they also had a way to defend against them. Even the First Army's grenades couldn't bring down a wall, let alone those of Red Hat and his men. Black smoke from the explosions enveloped the entire rooftops, but the First Army members did not suffer fatal injuries.

After a while, the black smoke dissipated. Pero saw no movement on the rooftops and laughed, "Charge! Whoever can kill the leader of the Dark Sea Throne, I'll reward him with a thousand Gold Coins!"

Faced with the temptation of money, no one could control themselves. Even fear was blown away by gold. The four streets were instantly crowded, everyone charging forward. Jiang Chuan watched the surging crowd without a trace of fear. Slowly, these people ran into the range of the bunker's design. Jiang Chuan ordered, "Fire!"

A sharp whistle pierced the air above the street. The First Army returned to their positions and opened fire. Machine Guns spewed tongues of flame, and those in the bunkers triggered traps. In an instant, explosions and gunfire erupted continuously on the street. Although Red Hat and the Iron Anchor Gang raised their guns to counterattack, they were at a disadvantage from their high position on the rooftops, making it difficult to retaliate. Before they could even aim, they were killed by snipers.

Bagana saw this scene and trembled with anger. He grabbed Pero by the collar and cursed, "Bastard, you're sending my men to their deaths! This isn't a fight! This is a damn massacre!"

Pero broke free from Bagana's grasp and ordered, "Tell them to retreat! I'll give you an explanation, Bagana." Red Hat and the Iron Hook Gang members pushed and shoved their way out of the street. A survivor stood before Pero and said, "Boss, our bombs were useless. The Dark Sea Throne people definitely didn't suffer fatal injuries. Their firepower is too strong. There are three strange weapons on the rooftops firing at us from different angles. Their rate of fire is too fast, and their powerful bombs are like they're free! We only sent in a few hundred men, and they dropped over ten bombs! My brothers can't break through!"

Bagana said coldly, "Pero, you need to give me an explanation. I brought four hundred brothers this time!"

Pero's expression was also grim as he said coldly, "This was my mistake. I will compensate you, but don't think I didn't see your men all cowering in the back!"

Bagana said in a chilling voice, "We can't deal with this Dark Sea Throne in a day or two. We need to make a long-term plan. I'm leaving."

It had to be said that Bagana was very skilled at playing it by ear. Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, he immediately led his men in a retreat.

Pero cursed, "This damned thing! We're retreating too!"