The sea calendar is 1511, February 12. Look. Mao. Line. 中.文.网

Unconsciously, it is already the sixth day that the Kingdom of Fielding issued the Xihai surrender.

The rising sun is rising, the sky is not yet bright, and most people start a new day as usual.

However, on this day, a news that kept the attention of the forces of the West Sea incident and the journalists' spirits was heard.

The kingdoms and forces of the West Sea, who have been quiet for five days, have finally acted!

As if it had been discussed long ago, almost all the kingdoms in the West Sea had come out of their nests, forming a huge fleet that the world could not help but be shocked by, and flocked from all directions to the Kingdom of Fielding.

At this moment, everyone suddenly understood!

The kingdoms of the West Sea, even intending to fight against the Kingdom of Fielding, even for this, secretly formed the West Sea Joint Fleet!

When the news came out, it swept the world like a gust of wind.

The sky is just bright, almost everyone knows this news!

The major forces have shaken the huge scale of the Xihai Joint Fleet!

The reporters are also excited about the unprecedented lineup of the West Sea!

In this kind of gaze in the world, 360 huge Xihai joint fleet formed a large network to surround the Kingdom of Fielding...

......

Kingdom of Fielding.

New country.

Wang Ting, a luxurious hall full of classical style.

"His Majesty!"

Stanley's footsteps hurriedly walked into the hall, and Luo Tiangong, who was half-squatting on the throne of the throne, said: "The news has been confirmed by the dark people. The forces of the great kingdoms of the West Sea have indeed formed a joint fleet. Form an encirclement circle to my kingdom of Fielding. Look at 'Mao. Line, China, Wen.

"What about scale?" Luo Tian held his head in one hand and asked in a whisper on the throne.

"There are nearly 250,000 troops, at least three hundred warships!"

Stanley swallowed the throat and couldn't help but see the cold sweat on his forehead.

Don't think that this number is very small. After all, this is a fleet that can fight at sea, not an army that fights on land. More than 300 warships, even if they fire once at a time, are enough to bring two new islands. The horrible power, this terrible force, is definitely not the frustration of the fleet of the Kingdom of Fielding, and it is not enough for the Western Navy’s joint fleet.

(bbbe)

"Oh? More than three hundred?"

Luo Tian looked a little stunned, but he was not as nervous as Stanley.

In Luo Tian’s view, in this world, the final result of almost all wars is determined by the strong. The fleet of more than 300 warships seems to be terrible, but for those who really have power, in fact Not a big deal.

Perhaps it is very reluctant for white teeth, but for the more wooden swords, it is not too difficult to solve such a fleet, although it takes some time and trouble.

Even if Luo Tian puts on the Pluto God coat and puts a few large-scale gods in the past, it can easily defeat this fleet!

After all, the so-called West Sea Joint Fleet is nothing but something that can scare ordinary people!

However, Luo Tian did not intend to send more wooden swords to go out this time, nor did he have any plans to do it himself. Instead, he planned to try the new collection of funeral units.

"Stanley."

Looking at Stanley, who was nervous and nervous under the hall, Luo Tian changed his posture and sat on his body. He said: "You are nervous?"

"Your Majesty, I am not..."

Stanley suddenly got a shock and quickly looked up to explain.

"Let's relax, I didn't blame you."

Luo Tian smiled and said: "I just want to remind you that as the head of the Kingdom of Fielding, I don't need you to have strong power, and you don't need to lead the kingdom army to fight for me, but one thing I hope you can do. To."

"Don't question any of my decisions! Don't just show this timid look, or else..."

The smile on Luo Tian’s face gradually disappeared. He looked at Stanley faintly: “I can make you a head of the army, and I can let other people replace you at any time. I mean, do you understand?”

"Yes, Your Majesty, I understand!"

Stanley trembled and quickly lowered his head.

"well."

Luo Tian nodded faintly, paused, and then said: "So, inform the funeral unit, let them fight!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Stanley quickly stood up, and after bowing to Luo Tianqi, he wiped his cold sweat and swam away.

Looking at the back of Stanley's fearful departure, Luo Tian touched his face and snarled with a hint of incomprehensible smile: "Is it normal, I seem so scared?"

......

Soon after.

In the southern part of the new capital, a new memorial team was built.

Luther Ben looked at the back of Stanley's departure, looked up and looked into the distant sky, under the antelope-shaped white skull mask, and the eyes were very cold.

"It’s an honor for you to be willing to rule you, and it’s an honour for you to attack your Majesty. It’s just that you don’t know how to live!”

"Alright, if that's the case, let me help the underworld to crusade you, and give you the burial of death!"

The mouth whispered coldly, Luther Ben pulled out the sickle from the waist, and placed the blade in front of him, and the indifferent voice came from under the mask.

"Grow it up! Eucalyptus!"

boom! ! !

The embarrassing spiritual pressure spewed out from Luther's body. In an instant, the ominous spiritual pressure was far less exaggerated than the more wooden swords, but it still enveloped the whole new country in an instant. Almost everyone suddenly felt a sensation. The creepy faint pressure made them unable to resist the horrible, unremarkable arguments, and they sounded around.

"Look. What is that!!?"

Suddenly, a resident was shocked and shouted at the sky in the south.

Everyone quickly looked up and suddenly grew up one by one.

I saw a newly-built white tower-shaped building in the south. Countless white people rushed out like a locust, like a sun-drenched sky to the island of Fielding...

PS: The right hand finger doesn't know if it is twisted or how painful it is. The code word time can't stand it for a long time. This chapter is also stopped and stopped for more than three hours to finish writing. Today is even more so. More, as for the issue of the Legion that everyone cares about, everyone does not have to worry about my deliberate hydrology. At most, I will start summoning at about 105 chapters. I originally planned to have two more chapters in the afternoon, but the fingers can’t stand it. Today, I only have four more chapters. I am really sorry.

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