At the same time, on the central square of the Whiskey Peak.

A man dressed in a samurai suit with a black ribbon tied around his forehead was standing on the stone steps in the middle of the square with a gloomy face, looking down motionlessly.

Around him, six or seven hundred pirates were concentrated, squeezing the originally quite wide square.

Even so, every few seconds, pirates would crowd in groups from different directions and take positions according to the team they belonged to.

After three minutes, the number of pirates in the square had reached about nine hundred, and at this time, the man with the black belt on his forehead finally looked better, his eyes swept over the messy square, and suddenly roared: "Give Lao Tzu quiet!" ”

The commotion stopped abruptly.

All the pirates who were still talking in private just now were a spirit at this moment, hurriedly sealed their mouths, and then focused their eyes on the man in the middle with a look of awe.

The prestige of the captain is evident from this.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man named Brodel nodded with a little satisfaction, and then turned his head and asked a young woman next to him who was obviously a deputy: "Have you counted it, have all the teams arrived?" ”

The young woman who was asked was tall, with black hair and black eyes, and her face covered by a black top hat was still amazingly beautiful, and just by standing there, she had an intellectual and indifferent temperament.

"There are a total of twenty teams, all of them are here." In the face of the inquiry, the black-haired woman chuckled lightly and replied in a calm tone, "The captain shouldn't have to worry about this, he only won a big victory a few days ago, and now, will they still betray you and not be able to escape in advance?" ”

"I think they just don't know what kind of opponent they're going to face this time."

Brodell snorted coldly, he tightened the black cloth on his head, and suddenly seemed to remember something, tilted his head slightly, and said in a low voice: "Most of the credit for your planning to defeat Hoffman and them a few days ago is due to your planning, I will not forget this, rest assured, when this battle is over, as long as you can survive, I will definitely promote you to the deputy captain of the Iron Sword Pirates." ”

The black-haired woman didn't say much more, just smiled calmly and bowed slightly to Brodel.

Brodel didn't care, after more than two months, he has become accustomed to the calm appearance of the other party, and his attitude has been quite tolerant, and in fact, he has almost no resistance to the beauty of this temperament, if he didn't still miss the wife and daughter of his hometown in the South China Sea, he would have started a vigorous pursuit.

"Little ones!"

Taking a deep breath, he took a step forward suddenly, and under the gaze of all his subordinates, he said in a deep voice: "By now, I believe everyone already knows, just outside the harbor of Whiskey Mountain, our old friend Hoffman, the scum who escaped with great difficulty like a water dog a few days ago, has challenged us again!" ”

"This time, he has called more people, united more forces than before, and the crew that can be put into battle is estimated to be as many as three or four thousand, and their fleet has the ability to completely block the entire port!"

Speaking of which, many pirates below were already in an uproar, discussing in private, and many people had a faint fear on their faces, Brodel saw all this in his eyes, he smiled coldly, and his voice suddenly raised a tone:

"But!"

In a flash of cold light, he drew his sword from his waist in the standard coated style, with incredible speed, and then saw him roar, "There is nothing to be afraid of! I want everyone to understand that if we can defeat Hoffman once, we can beat him a second time! For a swordsman, the scar on his back is a sign of shame! ”

"A defeated dog is just a defeated dog after all!"

…………

I don't know if it was the impassioned pre-war mobilization that had an effect, or the unsheathed blade that evoked memories of the captain's terrifying prowess, or both, but in any case, at this moment, the blood of the pirates below was aroused, and they all raised a hand, and roared with Broder:

"Kill Hoffman!"

"No one can beat Captain Brodell!"

"Victory will be ours in the end!"

…………

The sound of the square was boiling, wave after wave, Brodell did not speak again, he waited quietly, until everyone's emotions were fully mobilized, and the black-haired woman beside him also sent him a hintive look, Brodel's gaze narrowed slightly, and turned to the direction of the port in the distance:

"Let's go!"

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Dark, damp, rotten.

It's a dungeon where Whiskey Peak exists, with only a narrow entrance, moss-covered black stone staircases leading down, and rusty iron bars on either side of the corridor that divide the area into dozens of separate spaces.

There are not many people in the prison, only a dozen unlucky people, and even fewer guards, the Iron Sword Pirates, who have become the temporary controllers of this town, just sent four injured pirates at random to take care of them while recuperating from their injuries, and they gather in the guard room every day, basically except for playing poker all day long, that is, playing poker.

It's just that today's guards are obviously a little abnormal, they had gathered together half an hour ago to whisper, walking back and forth in the guard room above, and their steps were more and more flustered.

This attracted the attention of most of the inmates in the cell, who curiously pressed their ears to the wall to hear what the hell the gang was discussing

However...... Before the words could be heard clearly, the movement above stopped, and then there was a loud "clang" from the iron door of the dungeon, and the sound of four footsteps gradually drifted away, and after disappearing completely, it never sounded again.

"This ...... What's going on? A lewd, mouse-like mustache said in astonishment, "Those pirates have all run away?" “

"Hell knows." After getting along for a while, everyone got acquainted, and a bald man with a meaty face replied lazily while picking his feet: "What if the guards really run away?" Unless someone from the navy comes to the rescue, we won't be able to get out. ”

"Not necessarily." The mustache smirked, and his gaze fell vaguely on a corner, "Although everyone was imprisoned because they offended Brock's bastard little ghost, ordinary people also accounted for the majority, but on the other hand, among us, there are incredible characters......"

"It's a light chicken feather, and it's a terrible character."

The bald man rolled his eyes, he sniffed the index finger of his right hand, revealing a look of intoxication, and muttered, "If there is really a strong man, even if he can't defeat the monster of Brocker, how can he be locked up here by Brock......"