The Sims Begins as a Pirate

Holy place, seawater pipe mouth.

The confrontation between the three parties made the whole scene silent.

The passion that Sean had aroused quickly retreated. He carried the Draco with one hand and dragged the unconscious Tezolo to the side slowly.

The figure walking out of the shadows gradually became clearer. Fisher Tagore led a group of slaves, mainly fishmen, toward the navy.

They were all in ragged clothes but with firm expressions, holding sticks and stones they picked up casually in their hands, and resolutely followed Tagore to escape with the determination to die.

"No one in this world can stop a heart that pursues freedom. We haven't seen the sun by the sea for too long!"

Tagore's words were low and powerful. As he passed by Sean, he grabbed the unconscious Tezzolo and threw it to the fishman boy behind him.

"If you are willing, entrust your companions to me. How can you escape with a fainted person?"

Sean looked at the tall figure in front of him and followed him without hesitation. Now he had no choice but to believe in the plot he had seen before and take a gamble that he and others could follow him and escape from this hell on earth.

"Tagore, the boss of Fishman Street, are you here on behalf of the mermaids?"

the Vice Admiral shouted.

"I come here on behalf of those who want to seek freedom. I only represent myself, but since these people have entrusted their lives to me, I must protect them and take them out of here!!"

Tagore took another step forward without hesitation: "Does the navy want to stop us?"

"Raise the gun and aim!"

The navy soldiers raised their spears in unison. Although they didn't say much, their actions had already indicated that this conflict was inevitable.

In front of them were the navy aiming their guns, and behind them were the guards of the Holy Land and the slave hunting team approaching step by step. Seeing the opportunity to escape right in front of them, the slaves clenched their weapons one after another. They didn't know who would take action first, but as they cheered for themselves, they Roaring, a group of people rushed towards the naval position past Tagore who was standing at the front.

"shot!"

There was a burst of crackling gunfire, accompanied by thick smoke, and the dozen or so people at the front fell to the ground bleeding, but this did not weaken the fighting spirit of the rest. The crowd that accelerated again took advantage of the gap between the navy's reloading to rush in and fight at close range.

"Lords of the World Government, get out of the way!"

"Give us our freedom, we have to get out of here!"

"It's like dying here. It's better to die outside. At least you can leave here."

Although the navy as a whole is far superior to the slaves in terms of physical fitness and team spirit, these slaves who are desperate for freedom never fight the navy head-on, and are often taken away even if a knife is inserted into their bodies. The other party's life was destroyed. Seeing that they were surrounded, they rushed into the crowd with the cannonballs they grabbed and detonated them. For a while, the navy also suffered heavy casualties.

Upon seeing this, the Vice Admiral who led the team took action boldly. He changed his previous attempt to capture alive and struck at the vital parts. After a while, there was a circle of slaves lying around, holding their broken arms and thighs and wailing. .

"The Fish Man Karate Three Thousand Watts Right Fist."

Tagore steadied his horse, retracted his strength with his right hand, and punched forward suddenly. The air was squeezed and exploded, and an invisible shock wave blew away the navy and slaves in front of him, instantly controlling the situation.

"Navy, we are all a group of poor oppressed people, why should we stop!"

Facing Tagore's question, the Vice Admiral remained silent for a moment, then shouted with red eyes:

"Soldiers do not ask for reasons. It is our duty to carry out orders!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already ducked behind Tagore and knocked him to the ground with a heavy punch.

Boom!

A large pit suddenly appeared on the ground. Blood spurted out of Tagore's mouth. His left and right hands were covered with domineering force, protecting his head and alternately blocking the countless punches that followed.

Clap clap clap.

An unknown number of fists fell on Tagore's body, making his bones crackle and crack on the ground.

"Give up. As long as you stop, I will lock you all in the big prison and you will not stay here!"

The Vice Admiral waved his fists while persuading that although he could not let these people go, he could take them away as prisoners. This was the only way of justice he could practice.

“We’ve endured a lot!”

Tagore's words were somewhat unclear due to his crooked mouth.

"Hope is the most precious thing to us. If you ask us to give it up now, that is absolutely impossible!!"

Tagore shouted, standing upright against countless heavy blows that could not be seen clearly. His eyes radiated a strong fighting spirit. His armed and domineering aura covered his hands, and he clenched his fists hard, regardless of the pain of giving up the block and being directly attacked. Throw a hard uppercut!

boom! ! !

"Let us embrace hope!"

Tagore's punch hit the Vice Admiral hard on the chin, causing the opponent's fists waving in the air to freeze in the air.

"Hey! This is the heavy blow of freedom!!"

The ground beneath Tagore's feet was suddenly crushed, the bones of his legs were broken, and the majestic power gathered was transmitted from his lumbar spine to his right palm.

"The secret technique of fish-man karate is to hit the water with a thousand-watt punch!"

puff!

Tagore violently pushed out a palm that compressed his whole body, and drops of water flowed on the palm, hitting the Vice Admiral's chest and sinking deeply into it.

The lieutenant general raised his head and spat out a mouthful of blood, only to feel a surge of impact flowing through his body and then exploding from his lower back.

Woo~pop!

A shock wave visible to the naked eye erupted from the place where the Vice Admiral was hit. Flying sand and rocks along the way plowed a deep ravine on the ground. People around him, whether they were marines or slaves, were ejected by the shock wave.

By the time the dust fell to the ground, the lieutenant general had fallen to the street. Tagore's right hand was dripping with blood, and he was kneeling on the ground breathing heavily.

"Go, let's go."

Tagore was carried by his fishman brother and he held on to shout to everyone.

"Bring everyone together and set off for freedom together."

Hearing his voice, the escaped slaves who were still able to move, especially the fishman slaves, staggered towards the mouth of the seawater pipe with their unconscious companions beside them.

"Freedom! Freedom!!"

The remaining slaves laughed and laughed. When they heard the slaves shouting for freedom, the still angry navy also fell silent. This kind of joy from the heart made them unable to continue fighting.

The navy along the way did not stop him. A few of them moved quickly to check on the Lieutenant General's injuries and perform some preliminary first aid treatment. They were clearly distinguishable from the escaped slaves.

"Be free, be free!"

Many cheers resounded throughout the Holy Land. Against the backdrop of the distant firelight, the remaining slaves' faces glowed red, and some even shed tears of emotion.

As the first slave jumped into the mouth of the seawater pipe, the crowd erupted in louder cheers.

Thump, thump.

One by one, the crowds quickly dwindled, and imagination for a better life in the future gradually appeared on everyone's faces.

The sound of entering the water is the trumpet of freedom, blowing on the holy land.