Pirates are born to be king

"Lick...!" Dalton only said one thing to stop himself, his whole body trembling with excitement, "Your Majesty, let me kill him!"

"Wait a minute..." The corners of Valpo's mouth curled up slightly. In all the time in the two worlds, this was the first time that he had been asked to do 'such a thing'. His Majesty the King became happy.

"Tell Ryan, pay attention to that admiral, break his hands, break his feet, don't kill him..."

The three ministers looked at each other.

Chromamon swallowed, and the clerk, who was about to reunite with Dalton, asked cautiously, "Your Majesty...are you...?"

Valpo's smile could no longer be maintained.

"Me? I'm about to burst with anger!" He casually took a bite of dirt and chewed it, with a vicious look as if he was eating the meat of 'Olonbus', "First you attack my king, and then you want to Let me lick him...what to lick?"

Valpo glanced at a few people, and those who were looked at could not help but tremble slightly, and said slowly, "This person must, must, live."

"Yes!" Everyone responded in unison.

Dalton spoke again, "Then, Your Majesty, when will we go?" He pointed.

At this moment, Valpo, three ministers, as well as numerous royal guards, snow-armed troops, and even well-equipped Labans are staying in an underground passage about 2 people high and 4 people wide. This passage stretches for a long time. , not far from the direct access dock from the drum kingdom’s military camp.

The total length is nearly 10 kilometers and it took six days. Even with Valpo's increasingly powerful Tuntun Fruit, he was exhausted. This was only completed with a lot of help.

The underground passage at this moment also has a road similar to a railroad track, which is used to transport swallowed sand, gravel and soil, and wooden piles appear from time to time on both sides, which are used to prevent landslides.

Due to time constraints, he did not even have time to turn these 'resources' into bricks and extract the possible metal substances.

We can only leave it to the soldiers and Laban to put them behind the military camp.

And the army of nearly 500 people who was despised by 'Olumbus' was Dalton...

One person’s achievement?

Valpo vaguely felt that he had forgotten whose contribution it was.

Forget it, no matter what, let's take care of the present first.

These men were not part of the king's army, not one of them.

They are all slaves who are hostile to the kingdom or have other ideas.

In addition to the war slave group, it also involves industry, military industry, and even Cromalimon's political team.

5000 people, 500 people,

The 'loss rate' of nearly one tenth made Valpo angry and felt that his control over intelligence and slaves was not as strong as he imagined.

They were driven by businessmen's desire for freedom, money, hatred, etc., and they developed emotions that they shouldn't have originally.

From a human perspective, he couldn't say that what they did was wrong. If he became a slave, it might not be much better.

But as a magnetic drum kingdom, the butt determines the head, and the betrayal of the slaves has determined their outcome.

In line with the principle of recycling waste, Jace and Chromamon starved the rebellious slaves to death and cut out their tongues.

Before the pirates of the large ship group landed, they were asked to wear the shabby military uniforms that had been prepared long ago, take the obsolete standard long swords, and rush to the dock like herds of sheep.

Some dust fell with the vibration, and people could still vaguely hear the noisy footsteps even underground.

Those footsteps had no sense of rhythm, like a strong wind blowing through a wheat field, from far to near,

The same goes for the kill cry.

Dalton clenched his weapon and looked a little nervous. He looked at His Majesty and then at the Affairs Officer from time to time, pursed his lips and said nothing.

According to plan one, it's not time to attack yet.

They not only want the lives of all the pirates, but also their ships, so they have to wait until the pirates have settled on the island before taking action.

On the ground, the two groups finally fought together.

As expected, it was a completely one-sided situation.

The sound of the impact of the weapons almost never sounded, instead, the flesh and metal played a permeating music together.

Accompanied by the smell of blood, the pirates became more and more wanton.

Wails and laughter intertwined, and delicate red flowers bloomed on the white snow, and then connected into one piece, slowly expanding, merging tightly, and there was no gap.

"Starving ghosts! Eat the knife!"

A pirate yelled wildly and thrust his sharp blade into the body of the hungry 'slave soldier' ​​who was only skin and bones in front of him.

"Ah!!! Wuwuwuwu!!" The slave soldier screamed miserably. He never handed over the knife to the pirates until the last moment, and even threw it to the ground before they came. He wanted to tell the pirates that they They were in a group, but without a tongue, they could only scream randomly.

Obviously, the pirates would not be willing to listen to his vague explanation in mute. In fact, they did not even want to listen to anyone on the island. Wailing was the most beautiful language at the moment.

Another smarter 'slave soldier' ​​wrote on the ground with great effort with his long sword, "We are internal agents, part of the Chamber of Commerce!"

He pointed at the snow, looked at the pirates getting closer and closer, and showed a flattering smile.

Before he could even open his mouth, a flash of white light flashed, and the trachea in his neck was cut off from the artery. He covered his neck and slowly fell down.

Only then did the conversation between the two pirates reach his ears.

"Hey, why did you just cut it? He seems to want us to read the words in the snow."

Another pirate sneered, "Look at the words in the snow? Now?! Are you sick?"

"Haha, yes."

The slave's eyes were still open, but what he saw was getting darker and darker. Before the darkness enveloped him, he saw that the words he wrote on the snow were trampled into slush, and the blood he spattered,

The smart 'slave soldier' ​​kept his eyes open unwillingly until he died. A tear slipped quietly. Before it fell, it was frozen into ice beads. His last thoughts left only endless regrets.

It was clear that he could be free in just three years, so why did he listen to the rumors from the Chamber of Commerce and become a spy to attack the king?

Originally, it only took three years...

free……

The same scene was played out at this dock. The "tough" "slave soldiers" had no strength to escape and no way to explain, but they all acted heroically under the butcher's knife of the pirates.

No one in the Haize Regiment of nearly 3000 people died. Only one pirate used too much force and injured his wrist when he cut off the head of the 'soldier'.

The battle went too smoothly, and under the cover of blood, this group of pirates who originally didn't know what strategy and vigilance were, completely let themselves go.

The blood-stained knife began to be difficult to unsheath. At this moment, everyone felt that they could weigh one against a hundred!

"Kill and rob! This kingdom is waiting for us! Everyone needs to have a good time!"

"Haha! Here I come, woman!"

"Here comes the treasure!"

"Death is with me!"

"Man, here I come!"

The pirates shouted their 'wish' and rushed across the dock, towards Big Horn Village, towards the slave camp.

"Idiot! Come back! Come back everyone!"

'Olonbus' face looked ugly, "No, it's too wrong." The scar under his left eye was beating. After witnessing the entire one-sided massacre, only one pirate was rarely awake. 'Admiral' shouted With,

"This group of soldiers has no intention of resisting at all. They are not soldiers at all! This is so weird! You all come back!"

But a group of red-killing pirates will not be as obedient as well-trained soldiers.

Except for his own confidants, there were only a few dozen pirates standing there, looking at the admiral for a while and then at the pirates who had rushed into the village, looking a little hesitant.

And when the first few pirates who rushed into the village laughed triumphantly and walked out of the house holding shiny jewelry or a lot of baileys, the pirates no longer had to hesitate at all!

Who is the admiral?

Is he as proud as Bailey?

Even the pirates who were supposed to guard the ship couldn't restrain their greed after discovering that the entire village seemed to have left their finances and fled. They got off the ship one after another and ran anxiously towards the village.

"A bunch of idiots! Idiots!" The cold climate of Winter Island did not stop 'Olonbus' from sweating.

Now, he was absolutely certain that this was a conspiracy against them.

An empty village? !

Tons of treasure! ?

Do not be silly!

People can evacuate, so why leave the treasure behind! ?

"Raise the sail, lift the anchor, and turn around immediately!" 'Olonbus' shouted in panic.

"But, Admiral, we won..." a pirate said, with a puzzled and dissatisfied face.

He is not a direct descendant of 'Olumbus'.

'bump! '

After the gunshot, there was a bloody hole in the pirate's head, and he fell to the ground, too dead to die.

'Olonbus' didn't have time to explain, and he didn't want to explain anymore.

He glanced at the commotion of the crew and said word by word, "I said, raise! sail! raise! anchor! immediately! adjust! head!"

"Yes Yes……"

The sail rose and the anchor lifted off the seabed.

'Olonbus' took a deep breath, and the pirate ship slowly turned its bow and prepared to leave the dock.

"You want to lie to me!? Don't even look at me..." He didn't finish his sentence.

The whole ship suddenly sank,

Accompanied by a crackling sound of wood breaking,

The ship floated again.

He didn't know what kind of attack he suffered.

The green-haired pirate ran over with a pale face, "Boss, boss! It's not good! Our rudder, the rudder... is broken!"

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