LRAB Chapter 130 Are there still survivors?
Chapter 130 Are there still survivors?
Chapter 130 Are there still survivors?
"No!"
Amidst the stone ruins, Mo Yuan cried out in despair, while two of his less fortunate underlings frantically searched for a hiding place.
But it was no use; they still subconsciously trusted Mo Yuan too much.
Believing Mo Yuan's words that the territory was safe, they began to hide and lie in wait within it.
If they hadn't been hit immediately and had run out of the stone fortress and gone some distance, they might have survived.
Now, there's almost no chance at all.
A huge mushroom cloud slowly rose from the beach.
This time, there was no room for luck.
The entire stone fortress collapsed completely amidst the violent explosion, turning into a pile of rubble billowing black smoke.
As for Mo Yuan?
At the center of that terrifying heat and shockwave, even the toughest man would have turned to ash.
[System notification: You have successfully destroyed a (Level 3) survivor territory.]
Su Jin lowered his binoculars and lightly blew away non-existent gunpowder smoke: "Tsk, trash, dare to mess with me? You're asking for death!"
As soon as Su Jin finished speaking, Lin Xuan naturally leaned closer to him, almost pressing half of her body against his arm.
She took off her crooked goggles and looked at the still-smoking ruins in the distance, her face showing no sympathy whatsoever.
It's as if what was just blown up wasn't a group of living people, but a nest of termites.
Or rather, in her eyes, there are very few good people left. Now, apart from Su Jin, she is unwilling to trust anyone.
Perhaps this is why women are particularly insecure. In any case, after killing the sea serpent last time, she has become much more mature.
"Its power is still a bit lacking."
She pulled a small notebook from her pocket and muttered to herself as she scribbled and drew, "The ratio of nitrocellulose can be increased by another 5%. The current explosion radius is large enough, but the lethal density is insufficient."
"I just saw that several large rocks were only blown away, not shattered into powder. Next time, we can try reducing the amount of iron used in the outer shell and stuffing in more shrapnel or steel balls."
"Hmm, the rusty kind would be best, with tetanus damage, so that even if they don't die now, they'll die later."
Listen to this, is this even human language?
Sun Daqing, who was standing next to him, felt his hair stand on end.
He stared wide-eyed at the row of red cannons still smoking, a wave of fear washing over him.
He initially thought these flashy-looking cannons were just decorative items welded onto the ship to scare people; after all, what cannon is light red? They even look kind of cute.
Moreover, these days it's already quite an achievement to be able to make an axe, who would have thought this thing could actually make a sound!
The result? That explosion was devastating!
Sun Daqing swallowed hard, feeling that he needed to change his pants.
He remembered the time he was buried in the ground and sleeping, when he felt the earth shaking. It turned out that this thing was firing.
If the captain had even slightly shaky hands back then, even just a few meters off course, he'd probably be a gray figure hanging on the wall now.
Thinking of this, his eyes were filled with complex pity as he looked at the ruins.
Why did you have to mess with this guy?
Why can't I just be a proper mountain bandit?
They insisted on playing retro games like catapults, and now look what happened—they've been completely outmatched and can't even get a proper burial.
Sun Daqing wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, scurried over, and pointed to the remaining box of ammunition, asking, "Hey—Captain, we still have nine shells left. Shall we fire another round while they're still hot?"
"I see there are still a few pillars over there that haven't been completely knocked down. It's unbearable for someone with OCD to look at them."
Su Jin rolled her eyes at him and said irritably, "You spendthrift! Do you think these cannonballs are free? You have no idea how much gold is at stake when cannons roar! This single cannonball is incredibly expensive!"
He pointed to the iron axe on his nail plate, then to the still-smoking island: "Save your energy for work later. Get ready to go ashore and see what good things these lucky charms have left us."
Su Jin felt relieved. He was confident that under such bombardment, almost no one could survive.
As the ship docked, the smell of gunpowder filled the air.
Su Jin didn't plan to disembark. He simply patted Sun Daqing on the shoulder and said, "Daqing, go check it out. If anything happens, run back. Don't be afraid. See those two ballistae? They're deadly!"
Sun Daqing glanced at the ballistae No. 1 and No. 2 beside him, shrank his neck, blinked, and asked, "Captain, you're not going to miss, are you?"
"Oh? Do you want to test my aim now?" Su Jin raised an eyebrow and said.
"Of course I don't want to!"
"Then hurry up and go!"
So, the little fat guy rolled off the boat, with an iron axe in his left hand and an iron shovel in his right, and walked tremblingly toward the smoke-filled ruins.
Su Jin and Lin Xuan waited on the boat. With Sun Daqing around, he no longer needed to do these things himself.
To his surprise, Sun Daqing came out less than five minutes later, followed by two women and a man.
Are there any survivors?
The chubby guy waved his hand and said, "Captain, they say they're innocent and not with the group up there—"
Sun Daqing came running over excitedly, then explained breathlessly, "When I went in, I heard someone shouting, which startled me. I found them in the cellar, and the cellar door was blocked with stones."
"After I opened the door, I looked at them, but they didn't seem hostile, so I brought them over and left it to you, Captain, to decide."
As he spoke, he nervously raised his iron axe: "If the captain says to kill, give the order, and I'll chop them down right now!"
Although he spoke with some hesitation, once Su Jin said it, he was truly capable of doing it.
He'd rather kill the innocent than let the guilty go free; he wasn't stupid enough to believe everything.
Upon hearing this, the three people behind him immediately panicked and knelt down on the spot.
One of the women, who looked to be in her early twenties with a disfigured face, said with a sob in her voice, "Brother, we are law-abiding citizens! We were captured by Mo Yuan and forced to work like slaves under his control. We work in the morning and are raped at night. We live a life worse than dogs."
"We absolutely did nothing wrong, we are innocent."
"Yes, yes, the young lady isn't lying." A disheveled middle-aged woman next to her immediately chimed in, "Those beasts didn't even spare me! They've already killed two pretty girls."
"They're not human at all, especially that Mo Yuan. Not only does he look fierce, but he's also incredibly long and smelly, and he even forced my head on him!"
Su Jin had been expressionless throughout the first few sentences, but when he heard the last sentence, his eye twitched involuntarily.
Okay, it doesn't seem like a lie, that he's even saying something like that.
Lin Xuan also frowned, feeling nauseous. She had never been forced to move her head by Su Jin, even though Su Jin was almost out of his mind at that time.
As a woman, she felt great sympathy for these two women who had such tragic experiences.
Of course, she has also seen some unreasonable and disgusting things, like Wang Qingmei. Who knows if the two of them are acting?
In any case, the decision is not in her hands; it depends on how Su Jin decides.
Su Jin narrowed his eyes. He was starting to believe the two women. After all, in a bandit den dominated by men, women were usually the victims.
But—there's another man right there!
He gave the middle-aged man beside him a sharp look and asked coldly, "And what about this person? Surely none of them like performing Sichuan opera?"