In the black smoke of gunpowder, countless dead corpses piled up in the originally empty village, killed by bullets, hacked to death by swords, and more scattered corpses trampled on each other to death, the blood flowing and converging into a black creek that smashed the soil into the ashes. The stone road was muddy and silent.

The stacked corpses trembled slightly, and a dark palm opened the corpse and crawled out with difficulty, revealing a cheek covered in blood. He pulled out his legs and stood up, staring blankly at the village looted by pirates.

"Cough..."

With a dull coughing sound, he turned his head suddenly, rushed towards the position of the voice like crazy, and pulled out a man with half of his face scorched from the wreckage burned by the flames.

The burnt-faced man stared blankly at the black sky, as if he didn't notice the man beside him who was struggling to excavate him, his bloodshot eyes filled with black smoke were empty.

Tread....

There was the sound of footsteps, and the man who was digging suddenly turned his head. The first thing that came into view was the white trouser legs. He stiffly moved his neck and eyes.

It's the Navy!

"There are still people alive!" The navy shouted, and a few soldiers next to him rushed over to dig the burnt-faced man out of the rubble and put him on a stretcher.

During the whole process, the Jiao-faced man was motionless as if he was already dead, and the man who was digging didn't seem to know what to do next, so he just stood there blankly, his energy seemed to be drained at the last moment. .

"There are still unlucky people who survived!" A navy with the rank of lieutenant on his shoulder sighed with emotion.

"What did you say?" The man who was excavating hissed, and the navy who carried the stretcher also paused, and the eyes on the stretcher seemed to tremble slightly.

"The whole village has been killed by pirates. If you two survive, you will definitely not have the joy of surviving. Instead, you feel that you are not dead." "It's easy to want to die. Just swipe your neck with a knife, and there will be no living people in this village."

woohoo...

Silence, despair; gasp, anger!

"Knowing your anger means you're still alive!" The lieutenant handed the hilt to the opposite side, and the man subconsciously caught the hilt and slowly grasped it with his five fingers.

"Stay alive and join our navy!" The lieutenant said solemnly, "Use the knife in your hand to clear this era of great pirates!"

The hand holding the handle of the knife made a tense joint sound, and the snoring of the scorched face on the stretcher became heavy...

Similar or similar scenes are being staged frequently in this East China Sea. They suppress their inner roar with their anger towards the times, and gradually gather the hilts of the swords they have taken over to the 153rd branch of the Navy, as if they were swallowing a whale. The anger of the sea is silently brewing in the despair of the times...

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A solitary warship hovered at sea, and a merchant ship swayed swaying over in the distance. The shadows moving under the sea were rapidly approaching, and the navy on the deck seemed unaware.

The merchant ship slammed into the side of the warship, and the water splashed in all directions, and the murlocs with limbs clinging to the hull quickly boarded the deck.

Just as the murlocs boarded the deck one after another, the deck was suddenly pulled open, and a dense navy was ambushed underneath. The dark and faint gun holes were raised towards the murlocs. Drain down.

Behind the island in the distance, several huge warships came quickly. On the deck of the warship, there were rows of navy soldiers with guns on alert, and on the last warship, there were more than a dozen navy men in school uniforms. Staring at the battlefield in the distance with piercing eyes, the corners of his mouth are imperceptibly hung with a cold arc.

"The murlocs are really mindless idiots. They just use some tricks, and these murlocs foolishly step into the trap." Fubigan said proudly.

"Hahaha, thanks to Colonel Fubigan's strategy." Several colonels next to him echoed.

"I can take revenge for Colonel Hattie and the fallen navy soldiers." Yaerlin came over and stood at the bow of the ship, holding the binoculars and looking at the warship. Under the bombardment of the bullets, blood splattered on the scales of the body, and one body fell on the deck.

However, despite being ambushed, these murlocs still slayed towards the navy without fear of death. The sharp fangs kill a terrified navy around.

However, there were still several school-level officers who were ambushed among the soldiers and suddenly rushed out of the camp, waving the blade in their hands and stabbed the murloc's chest fiercely, tearing up the murloc's body while stirring, and soon stood on the deck. The number of murlocs is rapidly decreasing.

On the surrounding warships, more navies jumped on the deck to join in the killing of the murlocs.

When the afterglow of the setting sun fell on this sea area, the icy sea water was dyed red with blood, not a single murloc surrendered, all the murlocs were executed by the navy, and the broken bodies were thrown into the sea~www .lightnovelpub.net~ It's so hard-mouthed, even to the death, no murlocs confided why they attacked the navy. "Forby held a large-caliber flintlock gun in his hand with a sullen face, and the bullets shot through the murloc's hard skull through a fist-sized hole.

Fubigan stomped on the murloc's corpse as if he was inexplicably angry, and then asked the soldiers to throw these fish-smelling monsters into the sea.

"It's really terrifying combat power. It fell into an ambush and even killed dozens of navy soldiers. The battle loss rate was almost one to one." The navy who counted the battle casualties still had lingering fears.

On the deck of the warship, the corpses of the navy were also piled up like a hill. The corpses of the navy who were killed by the murlocs basically did not have complete corpses, but were all fragmented corpses.

"Anyway, it's good to finally kill this group of murlocs!" a colonel laughed.

A few colonels next to them also agreed, saying that this group of murlocs who attacked and killed the navy had caused them a lot of damage these days, so now they can finally relieve their anger.

"Hey, I forgot about it accidentally!" Fubigan suddenly slapped his forehead hard, and apologized to Yaerlin: "I shouldn't just throw away the murloc's body, it should be transported to the Branch 153, irrigating the flowerbeds for Lieutenant Colonel Yarlin."

Standing in the middle of the pool of blood, Yaerlin stared at the sea indifferently. Hearing this, he turned around and glanced at Fu Bigan with a smile: "Thank you Colonel Fu Bigan for your kindness, but no need, I don't really like the fishy smell in the flowerbed. Son."

The smell of blood permeates the depths of the sea, and the attracted fish madly bit the murloc's body. A huge shadow in the deep sea quickly rises toward the top, and the sinuous giant horns stir. Forming a blood-colored vortex with the sea...