"There is a signal from the port!"

On the watchtower of a four-masted Metaki, a pirate shouted towards the deck.

In the darkness, a small mountain figure slowly stood up, walked to the bridge, and took out a binoculars to look at the distant sea.

The flickering light made the figure silent for a moment, then he raised his right hand and waved it forward.

The first officer standing aside, upon seeing this, shouted at the pirates: "Master Barbarossa has an order! The fleet target-Port West, the whole army assault!"

The excited pirates raised their gathered sails, tore off the camouflage linen, and pushed out the dark muzzle.

One after another oil lamps were lit on the ship, instantly illuminating the entire sea surface.

Looking down from the sky, nearly a hundred large and small ships are full of busy pirates. They shouted the battle chants and looked at the land far away with greedy eyes, the brightly lit and dazzling harbor. .

With the wind breaking through the waves, the pirate's forward fleet broke the barrier at the entrance of Muxi Port, knocked over all kinds of ships parked at the berth, and directly rushed into the shallow area of ​​the port.

The springboard and rope were lowered from the deck. Nearly a thousand pirates from different forces and using various languages ​​rushed to the plank road in the port and set foot on this sacred land.

Looking at the huge machines, row upon row of houses in the harbor, and the goods piled up like mountains, the faces of every pirate unanimously showed shock and excitement.

"I have heard people talk about the prosperity and wealth of Twilight City. Some people call this place "God's Blessed Land"." A pirate leader with gold teeth and a blindfold said dumbfounded: "Originally, I still I thought that man was bragging, now I understand that what he said is true..."

"Master Barbarossa is here!"

Hearing the call coming from behind, the pirate chief was full of spirits, and quickly stepped forward to give way, lowering his eyebrows and hiding aside.

With a majestic posture, flabby muscles, and fierce eyes, as soon as the man known as Barbarossa walked into the port, all the pirates were chilled immediately, and the original noisy voice suddenly dropped.

Barbarossa raised his head and looked at everything in the port, as if a senior connoisseur was admiring a perfect artwork, smiling and nodding slightly.

The first officer followed from behind, walked to Barbarossa's side, and whispered: "The group of nobles sent envoys."

Barbarossa put away his smile, frowned, and said in a deep voice, "Let them come."

Two well-dressed and anxious messengers, while looking at these crude pirates with disgust, walked to Barbarossa and said loudly: "We are here to meet the great pirate king on behalf of my master. !"

Barbarossa waved his hand casually.

A middle-aged man of the two envoys said: "The naval barracks in the northern part of the port area are undergoing fierce battles. Those stubbornly resisting kingdom navies are trying to get two warships out of the port!"

Seeing Barbarossa's expressionless face and no action, another young messenger, unable to bear his temper, rushed to say: "At the naval barracks, we are seriously understaffed. The battle has been at a disadvantage. There is no way to seize the remaining ships. Lord Barbarossa, you and your men should get there as soon as possible and help us capture the naval barracks..."

Listening to the urging of the two messengers, Barbarossa smiled, but still did not move.

The middle-aged man said sternly: "Master Barbarossa, will you not forget? You and we once made a sacred contract! We provide gold in exchange for the support of your army!"

Barbarossa looked at the middle-aged messenger who was talking to him, then glanced at the young messenger behind him, and slowly said, "Go back and tell your master that I don't want the gold he originally promised."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone almost dropped their jaws in shock.

The pirates screamed together, but unexpectedly, no one dared to jump out to question Barbarossa's decision.

The middle-aged man slowly recovered from the shock. He stared into Barbarossa's eyes and said in a puzzled tone: "Great pirate king, I don't understand what you mean by this?"

Barbarossa touched his chin with one big hand, and pointed to the port behind him with the other finger, and laughed loudly: "I want this port."

The middle-aged man opened his eyes in surprise: "What did you say?!"

"Are you deaf?" Barbarossa yelled: "I want control of the Port of Twilight West!"

The middle-aged nobleman turned angrily and smiled: "My lord, this is completely different from our prior agreement!"

Barbarossa said indifferently: "Go back and ask your master. If he disagrees, I don't mind doing it myself. Maybe... I can also meet the King of West Side. He might be more impressed by my proposal. interest."

The middle-aged messenger blushed and yelled as he jumped his feet: "This is a threat! This is a despicable deception! It is absolutely impossible for us to agree to such a request!"

"Listen! You foolish pig! I'm not asking anyone for advice, I'm just looking for someone to help me spread the word!"

As Barbarossa spoke, he stretched out his hand to his first mate, who did not hesitate to hand him the musket at his waist.

boom!

After a loud noise, the head of the middle-aged man was like a watermelon smashed by a sledgehammer. Red and white things were scattered everywhere, and the corpse fell straight to the ground.

The young messenger who had witnessed all this turned pale with fright, and staggered to the ground, screaming like a woman.

Barbarossa threw the musket to the first officer, looked at the young man who was slowly leaking water from his crotch, and said with a smile: "One person who spreads the word is enough."

On the high clock tower, Rutledge nearly fainted in anger when he listened to the news reported from the bottom of his hand.

"That treachery villain! That daredevil bastard!"

Rutledge overturned the map and debris on the table to the ground, and yelled: "I will lead the soldiers myself and drive the dirty pirates into the sea to feed the sharks!"

Dawson's old butler, looking at the furious Rutledge, softly reminded: "Master, now is not the time to get angry."

Rutledge panted heavily, gritted his teeth, and looked at Muxicheng in the night in silence.

"The barracks of the Knights of the West and the security forces have been completely controlled by us; the nobles have controlled the traffic arteries in the city; the city hall, the cathedral, and the knight council building have been captured; although the war in the North Island Knights is unfavorable~ lightnovelpub.net~ But the resistance of more than two hundred people will not have much impact at all."

Listening to the analysis of the old butler, Rutledge sighed: "You are right. The group of pirates gives them a little sweetness now, and it is not necessarily a bad thing. Let them take the port now, and I will be completely You can grab it back again!"

The old butler nodded: "Right now, there are two things that are most troublesome. First, the riots in the city have made those cabinet members alert. Most of the people we sent to be responsible for the arrest have returned without success..."

Rutledge said in a low voice: "This is not a big problem. We now control all the roads out of the city. No matter where the cabinet members are hiding, they will definitely still be in the city. After Twilight City is completely stabilized, I They have a lot of time to turn over this city inch by inch and search it thoroughly. They will definitely not be able to escape!"

The old butler whispered, "Then, Master, there is only one thing left."

Rutledge raised his head, looked at the palace on the top of the distant mountain, and sneered: "Yes, there is only one last thing left."