Chapter 8 Battle at Sea [2]

"Who the hell are you? Who the hell are you--"

The central hall on Dragus Island was surrounded by dozens of people. More than 300 Viking soldiers poured in, and more than 20 were slightly injured. Once again, these pirates were firmly nailed to the sea with an immortal record.

The central hall is the captain of the second team of Manatee Bass. He is a Gaul named Sarkozy. The eagle's nose and dark eyes highlight the man's small belly, chicken intestines and evil, and the sharp chin and thin monkey cheeks add a little obscenity and nausea.

"Hey hey hey hey... Who are we? Buh! Miscellaneous, are you fucking qualified to know?" Boss Ma stood majestically in front of him, holding a machete in his hand, just like a hooligan leader on the street of Tamsalu two years ago.

It's just that now, it's more fierce than 2,000.

The murderous sloppy is the real sloppy.

Thinking of the bandit name of the legendary king of soldiers in those years, it is definitely not a false reputation. All of this has a different feeling.

"Which one of you tells me where your treasure is, and I will let him live. Is anyone talking?" Boss Ma is a copycat king, and he is a particularly evil kind. At this moment, there is not even a woman around. If you want to vent your energy, you can only do this kind of killing.

There are nearly 3,000 pirates on the whole island of Dragus, but unfortunately, more than 2,000 of them are sleeping on the big boat, and less than 900 people are on the island. And the power of the six magic crystal cannons is enough to bombard these big ships into scum. Boss Ma is not in the mood to bombard them at all.

A big fire was thrown on it and burned it clean.

The giants of the Vikings with long bows on their backs are very strong. They are full of bows, often with people and shields, and are nailed on the spot. This horrible lethality is definitely much more efficient than Boss Ma shooting there with a small pistol.

What's more, there are not many bullets now, and pistols like waste are garbage.

"You bastard! I'm the captain of the second team of Manatee Bass, Sarkozy--" This madman still forgets what the situation is like now. The guys and the younger brothers were scared. When they met a group of more awesome people, they didn't even have a chance to resist. Obviously, the big madman in front is going to blow up their captain's **. Treasure, that's almost Sarkozy's **!

"Moss."

Boss Ma shouted flatly.

The Viking man put the double-sided axe on the ground with a bang, and then bowed his head and said, "What can I do for you, boss?"

"Brupt one of his legs!"

It's an understatement, as if it's not talking about a person, but a dog. In fact, at this moment, Boss Ma just regards the whole Dragus as a dog kennel. Only the treasure in the kennel can cheer him up a little. He is full of cleanliness and wants to let these pirates know that there is a sky outside, and there are people outside.

"You crazy! Do you know what you are doing? You are challenging the anger of Manatee Bass--" Sarkozy thought that the other party did not know who they were. He did have such a fantasy, but maybe he forgot a little. He chattered for so long that the other party did not respond at all. There is no doubt that they are here for you. What nonsense do you have to say? Well, he admitted that he was afraid, but it was too late.

Moss's wrist strength is absolutely first-class. At the beginning, he was bombarded by the young master of the Bartlang family in Portsmouth. Although the abnormal power of the crazy people is not often seen, it is enough to believe that this kind of character is simply a pervert.

Of course, Sarkozy will resist.

So he raised his heavy sword and hit Moss fiercely. When he saw Moss flashing, he sneered and said to himself, "You're dead, damn Viking bastard!"

But soon, his abusive Viking bastard showed another unknown side. As fast as lightning, with lightning speed, the double-sided axe was re-installed and waved, with a jingle, and the epee was cut off. With a bang, half of the sword rotated several times in mid-air and fell to the ground, stunned.

A burst of dead silence.

The power gap between the two sides is already obvious.

Sarkozy thought he could wait for the reinforcements on the island. He has the strength of more than 3,000 people. However, what he waited for was just a pile of air and humiliation.

If he knew that the three thousand people outside had died, he didn't know what kind of expression he would have.

On this sea, there are thousands of miles of blood, which makes people unable to guard against it.

"Hem, hum, hum, hum... Miscellaneous, are you ready to wail? Haha."

Moss raised the double-sided axe high and cut it down fiercely. Sarkozy's legs softened, bent down, and collapsed on the ground. The blade of the tomahawk flashed brightly next to his head. He was so scared that he almost cried.

But at this time, he felt a huge force coming from his left leg and pulled him up.

At a glance, the strong Viking had already grasped his calf. Sarkozy shouted badly and shouted, "Help me! Help me! You kill him--"

The guys wanted to rush up, but behind the dozens of people in the hall, there was a Viking man who stared at them with a sharp knife with blood. There is still blood dripping on the sharp knife. As long as there is a little carelessness, these Viking men will stab down without hesitation. There is absolutely no hesitation!

"No, please, no, let me go. I'll tell you the treasure. Please, don't do this..." Sarkozy is already crying. No, to be precise, his tears have fallen.

It's just that Moss sneered and said sarcastically, "You are like a woman. My boss will definitely get the treasure, but your legs must be disabled!"

click! With a crisp sound, accompanied by Moss's ferocious smile, Sarkozy's left leg formed an impossible deformed shape. The calf bone and tibia were broken from the right. Such brute force was extremely horrible, but the cruelty at that moment also made people feel the madness in it.

"Ah--"

The pig-killing howling, Sarkozy couldn't believe that this pain would happen to himself. He has tortured his opponent's prisoners countless times and knows the pain. As a Gaul, he should not have been so humiliated.

However, he has long been addicted to the power, and he has long forgotten what pain is.

Boss Ma came slowly over. Moss stood up respectfully and stood aside, holding a tomahawk in one hand, guarding Boss Ma at any time. Although, it is not necessary at all.

He looked down at the part of the calf that was broken sloppyly. The bone spurs had penetrated the skin and skin, and it was bloody and terrible. Sarkozy was in a cold sweat, and the pain made him excited but the same fear. He doesn't know what kind of people the group of people in front of him are. He doesn't want to know that they are people. They are obviously a group of demons!

"Aha, you see, some impolite people are so contemptuous. Therefore, it is necessary to suffer a little injury. After all, this kind of lesson exists for this, doesn't it? Boss Ma looked at Sarkozy evilly and asked in a calm voice, "Now, poor guy, you will tell me where the treasure is, right?"

Sarkozy just thought that Moss was definitely the most horrible person in the world. He would definitely think that there would never be anyone more horrible than Moss in the world, but in just a few seconds, such a person appeared. This guy's voice and expression is a devil.

He trembled with his white lips and spoke with a vibrato. The extreme fear made him dare not say too much at all. He just said in a low voice, tremblingly, "In the warehouse behind the hall!"

Boss Ma squatted down, then waved his fingers and ordered, "Ahan, take someone in and have a look."

Viking Han Yahan nodded and immediately took a team of soldiers to the back. They had just solved the battle in the back. More than 100 people were killed, and the resistance was particularly strong. I think it should be the guards guarding the treasure house, otherwise there would be no such strong resistance.

Coming over for a few minutes, the squatting Boss Ma raised his eyebrows and asked Yahan, "What's there?"

"Food! A lot of food!"

Yahan returned the truthfully.

"Isn't there even a gold bar?"

"No."

Boss Ma smiled ferociously.

He stood up. Sarkozy put his hands on the ground in horror and fled back desperately, but the horse's big leg had been raised. In Sarkozy's frightened eyes, he trampled down fiercely. Ka-ka! There was another terrifying crisp sound.

"Ah - it hurts me so much! Oh, my God, help me, it hurts me so much! Stop torturing me, in the basement of the inner hall! In the basement of the inner hall--"

People who are not smart always think that they are smart and can muddle through, but they don't know that some old hunters are very good at making the enemy suffer.

"Kill him."

Ma Hu said without emotion.

"No! No! You can't do this! I have told the truth! You can't do this!"

Sarkozy was so scared that he struggled to dance with his hands, as if he could find some straw to go ashore. But what was waiting was only the cold and emotionless response of Boss Ma: "I don't like a bad boy who is always deceptive. You see, in order to make you a good person earlier, I can only kill you and let you be reincarnated.

"Give him a good time." With a color of Mr. Ma, Moss rushed up ferociously, and two huge palms pressed on Sarkozy's head and twisted fiercely! Ka! With a crisp sound, Sarkozy's head was tilted, his head was twisted, and his body was no longer moving.

After walking out of the hall, Boss Ma raised his finger and snapped his finger.

As if this is a secret code. Moss sneered and clenched his fists. Those besieged pirates were killed by the Viking warriors behind them in an instant, and they didn't even have time to resist. Before and after, only one second.

"Ship the treasure and grain for me, and use more than a dozen boats on the dock. I can't install it. It's a fire."

Moss skillfully carried out the spirit of Boss Ma. This night was full of bloody smell.