However, compared to the reconnaissance level of this era, their performance has reached perfection, at least Lu Yuan is very satisfied, the young master is quite well arranged, this ship, not to mention others, even if they see it themselves, they all feel that this ship must have just experienced a miserable decisive battle, and it is already a miracle to be able to float on the water.

Lu Yuan, who had a poker face, was wearing a set of tattered ground law [***] clothes that were taken from those British guys, and the hat had also become strangely shaped, if he put the musket in his hand on the deck and stretched out a trembling hand to Liang Pengfei, he would simply be a beggar disciple who had just been authorized to beg on the street.

There were only a dozen or so people standing on the deck, except for the captain, first mate, and second officer who were used to fill the number, all of them were Chinese, but they were all wearing wigs and tattered military uniforms taken from those British, and even a pirate leader Zhang Xingba's pants were torn into an open crotch, revealing a red and glamorous, eye-catching crotch cloth that was really eye-catching, Liang Pengfei curiously stepped forward to inquire, Zhang Xingba told the truth with some twists in the strange laughter of the pirates, Liang Pengfei knew that this 20-year-old man was born this year.

Leaning on it, the pirate is still alive in the year, which makes Liang Pengfei really angry and funny, and kicked on the butt of a "corpse" next to him who was smiling and holding his belly: "Pretend to be professional for Lao Tzu, if anyone laughs again, Lao Tzu will make you laugh happily on the mast with your bare buttocks." ”

As soon as Young Master Liang said this, all the corpses died in an instant, and as far as the eye could see, these disguised French mercenaries were one or two ghost-eyed, no matter how they looked at it, they felt unpleasant, like a group of ruffians who had just slipped away from the battlefield than like soldiers on the bloody battlefield.

Liang Pengfei sighed helplessly, grinned and picked up a cigar, Bai Shusheng hurriedly stepped forward to light a cigar for Liang Pengfei, which he quietly turned out from under his father's bed yesterday, and searched the trophies collected by his father from the captain's room of this armed merchant ship, admiring this group of two devils [***] people.

"Lao Tzu has advanced the establishment of their Foreign Legion for France by more than thirty years." Liang Pengfei sniffed, feeling the smell of the cigar, feeling that he had become the commander of the most famous mercenary group in later generations.

"Young master, the sentry post on the reef over there has seen three galleons coming towards us, and one of them is really the kind of Saibaya Yayi galleon that guy said." Lu Yuan glanced at leaning under the mainmast, his clothes were tattered and covered with dark black bloodstains, and his whole face was swollen and out of shape, like a miserable person who had just gone to the vegetable garden of the African cannibal to, but after being discovered, the strong cannibal had picked up the rice a hundred times.

Liang Pengfei nodded at Lu Yuan, turned around, and squinted his eyes at Sir George Comley, who was panting there against the mainmast. "What do you command, sir?" His expression was extremely respectful, but the resentment and cringe that flickered in his eyes from time to time showed the fear in his heart at this moment.

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"Dear Mr. Captain, you don't mind me smoking cigars, I'm sorry, the other cigars have been shaved by my dear father, I'm afraid there will be no second one on this ship, if you need it, you can go to the Spaniards yourself and get them later." Liang Pengfei spit out a smoke ring in the wind, almost choking himself.

"Thank you for your generosity, but I need a doctor, not a cigar." Although a few teeth in his mouth fell out and a few loosened, the cultivation of the aristocracy still kept his tone of voice in a graceful manner, and more importantly, he didn't want to become a member of the eunuch opera troupe, remembering that more than ten hours ago, the two bloody white little brothers who hung in front of him kept shaking, he felt that a cold breath was cold from his head to his asshole.

"Satan is worthy only to be the thug of this demon, God, send this demon to hell, where he will surely find his companions." Stroking the Leba bone that seemed to have been broken in his chest, Sir George Comley, who was escorted to the deck to continue to play the role of the French captain, cursed inwardly with great grief and indignation.

Sir George Comley's resentment did not affect Liang Pengfei, who was smoking a cigar, and although he was carefully selected for the needs of the performance, there were several cuts and some blood stains, but it was still the most neat set of French [***] clothes.

I have to say that Lao Liang's character is quite good, he did not cross to the crooked melon and inferior jujube, the strength of this body is definitely no less than Liang Pengfei's tempered physique in the previous life, and more importantly, Xiao Liang Pengfei No. 2 seems to be no less than the Xiao Liang Pengfei in the previous life, this discovery made Liang Pengfei, who was standing on the bow of the boat peeing in the wind, secretly happy in his heart, you know, this little guy is only seventeen years old, and there is still hope for development, it seems that in this era of not advocating family planning, In his previous life, his desire to create a nation has infinite possibilities to be realized.

The burly and tall figure put this scarred Western-style military uniform on his body, and he really wore the taste of a bloody battle-hardened soldier, which made the pirates who dressed themselves like beggars or thugs extremely red-eyed.

The bald man Monk Chen standing behind him was too strong, half a head taller than Liang Pengfei wearing a French military hat standing in front of him, and the tower-like strong body couldn't find clothes suitable for him to wear, in desperation, Liang Pengfei simply let him go bare, showing off his muscles that made men jealous and widows spring.

Sure enough, God did not disappoint Liang Pengfei, after a pillar of incense, Liang Pengfei had already seen the tall mast of the Spanish galleon from the monocular. "What a beautiful and huge warship, you say? Captain George. ”

"Yes, your Excellency, our English warships are indeed not as gorgeous and sturdy as these Spanish galleons." Although Sir George tried his best to be deferential, it did not mean that the proud British navy would look down on his defeated Spaniards, you must know that as early as more than a hundred years ago, the huge ships of the Spanish Armada were not lifted to the bottom of the sea by those seemingly inconspicuous British warships, and turned into a paradise for fish.

Liang Pengfei smiled, pulled the cigar butt out of his mouth, and with a flick of his fingers, the cigar butt drew a graceful curve and fell on the butt of the "corpse" that had just made Lu Yuan kick his limbs.

With an almost inaudible scorching sound, green smoke began to rise from the corpse's calamity-stricken buttocks, and the poor fellow jumped up with a scream, and with a bang, a large vat of seawater poured him into a soup chicken. Monk Chen was very loyal to wipe his ass for the shit caused by the young master.

Liang Pengfei's old face was slightly red, pretending not to see the resentful gaze cast by the performance artist, looking at the Spanish fleet that gradually revealed their figures on the sea, led by a majestic Spanish galleon, the towering stern, the flag hanging high on it and the gorgeous decoration pointed out its identity: this is the galleon of the Spanish royal family, but compared with those galleons responsible for escort missions in Europe, the galleon with capital transportation as the main task will be relatively small, and the armament will also be reduced. However, compared to the two armed merchant ships that followed behind, it still seemed large and formidable enough.

At this moment, Liang Pengfei's eyes couldn't help but light up, and the black pupils reflected Yu Wang and Zhan You, like a hungry brown bear that had just finished hibernation, and when he saw the fat prey, he dared to wander in front of his lair stupidly......

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