The flying squirrel recruited adjutants and several officers who were temporarily serving in Rogge Town: "From Rainbow Village to Cider Village, the islands are not in a straight line, but in an arc, curved inward."

"But then?"

A group of people is puzzled.

"If it were you, where would you go next?"

Flying Squirrel raised his head and asked.

The major who was being stared at swallowed his saliva, carefully examined the chart, and muttered: "If it were me, I would follow this arc and go to Vecolo Island. A deserted island, but the island is still inhabited, and it is a trading zone spontaneously formed by many pirates."

"At the same time, the distance is the closest, and there is also a repair shop on the island."

"That's it, it seems clear at a glance."

The flying squirrel nodded with satisfaction, making the major secretly delighted.

"But look again, if you don't take this road, but turn around 180°"

Snapped!

The red pen draws a line on the nautical chart and connects directly to the town of Rogge.

"The Cider Village is not far from us, and the speed of a warship can be reached in a day."

Everyone suddenly realized.

"He wants to make a time difference with us!"

"If the lieutenant general leads his troops to Wicklow Island to hunt down, then he can easily pass through Rogue Town."

"Not only that, I thought why he was looking for a repair shop, because he wanted to change his appearance!"

"After repairing the warship, just change the number, and then use his own undead soldier to pretend to be. I am afraid that when he passes through, we can't think of why, because the lights are dark."

"What a cunning black earl! It took a few days to draw an arrow-like arc, and use the tight advantage of our intelligence network to mislead us in turn."

"Fortunately, Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel saw through all this."

Immediately, a piece of flattery came up.

"If you have time to talk nonsense, don't hurry up to patrol!"

The flying squirrel stared: "Give me a net of heaven and earth in the surrounding waters, and everyone will check their identities with secret signs, understand?"

The beard and horse riding stopped abruptly, and a group of generals stood at attention and saluted with solemn expressions.

"Yes!"

"Ah autumn!!"

Cider Village, a small wooden house not far from the port.

Lowett rubbed his nose, folded his handkerchief and put it into his trouser pocket.

"Is it really bad?"

"It's really hard to cultivate."

The best woodworking old man in the village served cautiously, with a bitter face: "We don't dare to learn the navy's technology even if it is placed in front of us. If we are not careful, we will be regarded as a pirate."

"Tsk, trouble"

"My lord, forgive me!"

With a "puff," the little old man lay on the ground, shivering.

Glancing at him, Lowett turned his head and asked: "How many people are there in the Crick Pirates?"

"Roar"

"That's it?"

"Roar"

"How much? Not much."

Luo Yiji stood up with a look of sadness and sadness in the spring and autumn: "But no matter how small a mosquito is, it is meat. If you are from a poor family, you need to be diligent and thrifty!"

Killing the suspicious flying squirrel did not expect that Lovett was really only here to repair the ship.

"Since science can't solve the problem, use metaphysics to solve it!"

Looking at the half-remnant warship floating on the sea, Lowett's mouth showed a faint smile.

Chapter 55, Pirate Heaven or Hell

These four things are inseparable from the cultivation of wealthy couples since ancient times.

Magic must also pay attention to the law of conservation of energy. Some things cannot be changed out of thin air.

But it can grow

"Tweet?"

"Hey!"

"Choo Choo Choo?"

"Quack!"

"Chop?"

Snapped! !

With one wing, the raven slapped the little friend beside him on the ground.

However, it was wrapped in white exoskeleton, like a baseball with hands and feet. It quickly got up like no one else and waved its short limbs at the raven, seeming to be very angry.

The raven glanced at it coldly, raised his head slightly, and ignored it.

Seeing that Lowett didn't mean to punish it, the little guy quickly gave up, trotting down to the trousers, grabbing the fabric hard.

"Hey! Hey!"

There was a lovely cheering sound in its mouth, and after a while, it crawled back to Lowett's shoulder, and threw its tongue out at the raven on the other shoulder through its head.

"Quack! Slightly!"