1563 Who Is The Traitor? Who Is It?
Red Beard's grin grew broader the more he saw the situation before him... Though his heart told him otherwise.
Why? Why did it keep giving a million warnings?
He had halted and stopped operations just because of his nerves.
Was it getting old? Was that it?
Well, at age 41, he was indeed old... 'Grandpa' old... Some people his age still saw great-grandchildren.
Married at 14... 25~27, you feel like a true man, seeing your children marry too. By 35, your great-grandchildren also marry or have slept around and birthed children. And before you know it, you're a great-great-grandparent by 45~55 if you make it that long.
So at 41, could it be that his body was getting old and worrisome? Red Beard felt it ridiculous, pushing his intuitive thoughts behind.
It was time to move out!
He raised his blade, allowing it to glisten in all directions.
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Charge!
The first wave pushed their feet against the sand, taking with them the little tools they constructed amongst themselves. And the 2nd formation line was right behind them.
Everyone rubbed their hands with the coarse hand for friction.
Well, here goes nothing.
Holding the puny objects with all their finger strength, the pressure only felt heavier the higher they went.
Inwardly, many were cursing these Baymardians.
'Bastards! It's no wonder you don't want to guard these regions. With fences like these, even we are sweating buckets. F***! You could have at least made a place to put our toes in!.. Rotten bastards!'
Relying on arm strength alone while only using your fingers and not your entire palm made many pop veins on their necks.
1, 2, 3... Climb!
Those in the 1st formation line had already gone up, followed by the 2nd and 3rd waves.
Red Beard glanced at his watch, satisfied with their speed.
Time was not their luxury right now. The earlier they get on the other side, the faster conquering Baymard's capital would be.
Still, he and the others behind had victorious smiles, feeling relaxed by tonight's operations.
So far, so good... Or so they thought.
When the first group was inches away from the barbed wires at the top, something magical happened.
One of the men was about to take another lift upwards, wanting to taste sweet glory.
However, a terrible power suddenly flooded his system.
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What?
Zzzzzzzz~
His teeth began chattering in a closed position, his eyes rolling maniacally and his body in absolute pain.
What was going on?
Ahhhh!!!!!
He felt his hairs stand erect and his heart threatening to burst into a million pieces.
Alright.
He, a strong man, wanted to cry.
It was as though he was amid a deadly thunderbolt!
Worst, he felt his muscles weaken and his body losing control over every control he built.
Trickle. Trickle.
He fell to the ground while feeling a hot fluid flow out his bottoms mid-air.
Ah!... Son of a b**ch!
Bam!
Like so, Humpty Dumpty fell on the sandy shores, in need of diapers to hide his shame. And as he lay there, not able to gain control of his body, he made a poisonous oath in his heart.
'I swear to the God of war that even if it's the last thing I do, I must get revenge for the shape these Baymardians have caused me! Mark my words, Baymardians... Your uppings will come!'
**Faint**
The man fainted.
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[Red Beard, his men]: What just happened here?
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Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!
The first 3 rows of fighters fell to the ground like droplets on a rainy day.
They fell, shaking and constantly twitching to no end.
When the shock first happened, they were first in a daze, having respiratory arrest and seizures from it all.
It was only a few people from the 1st wave that survived.
If one looked at the fence carefully, they would see the fence was distributed into many levels the higher one climbed.
That's right.
The voltage at the very top was far deadlier than those below. As one goes up, so does the voltage.
Now, 95% of those in the 1st wave were dead. The other 5% were severely burnt and scarred, with deep internal injuries. The long-term damage to their nerves was something that couldn't be saved in a hurry.
As for the 2nd wave, 60~70% of them died. The 3rd wave was the luckiest, with only about 3~4/10th of their lot dying.
'Sling!'
Swords were immediately drawn, as everyone didn't expect the situation would be completely different from what they assumed.
"I know it!... It was bloody too good to be true!"
Red Beard's words flew by, and everyone's expression was solemn.
If that's true, how did these Baymardians know of their plans? Who was leaking the secrets to them?
As if to further confirm it was all an elaborate setup, a majestic voice echoed out from heaven-knows-where.
[Pirate Captain Red Beard!... We have you and your men surrounded!... Surrender now, and we'll give you a chance to live]
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Boom!
An explosive bomb went off in everyone's mind.
These bastards have been waiting for them all along!... Some backstabbing Morg must have done it!
Everyone's eyes glowed, secretly planning to skin the bastard alive when they found him, not knowing the enemy knew about his name from all the drones and high-tech sound machines that listened in on the conversations his men spoke of aboard the ships.
What traitor? The traitors were themselves!
But why would the Baymardians want to spoil this good misunderstanding? It's best if they think this way.
Sure enough, Red Beard even began wondering if the Morg who bettered Baymard was actually held hostage or doing so willingly.
No! He had to report this matter...Retreating was their best opinion. However, his Morg pride and ego as a powerful legend with a reputation, made him feel an itch to battle it out.
Retreat?
Huh.
The Baymardians sneered from their hidden places.
What a joke. Is Baymard a place one can go into and exit whenever they feel like it?
"All units move in!... Guard towers, show them what you've got!!"
