Huba smiled slightly, glanced at Charlie, and deliberately lengthened his tone.

"Well...... this"

Huba was ready to make up a reason and excuse to dominate and control Meatball Charity.

But before he could say these words, he suddenly noticed that a small black dot was flying rapidly in the distance in the sky.

With a slight frown, he took out his binoculars and looked that way.

In the next moment, his body trembled violently, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

The original feeling of being calm, confident, and under control disappeared in an instant.

The confident expression on his face was even directly frozen on his face.

"What's wrong?"

"What's the situation?"

Meatball Ed and Charlie looked puzzled and were about to follow Huba's line of sight to see what was going on.

But I saw Huba suddenly throw down the binoculars, turn around and run for his life, leaving only one word to remind his teammates.

"Run!!"

What?

What the?

The two looked confused.

Isn't this just winning a battle and preparing to share the fruits of victory, why do you suddenly let people run away?

Confused, he looked back in the direction that Huba had just been staring at......

Boom Boom!!

The sound of a violent serial explosion exploded directly in the ears!

The air waves rolled, the sawdust flew sideways, and the violent impact *** moved his body to move.

At this moment, Charlie felt as if his body no longer belonged to him, just a small balloon, still being flapped and rolled by others at will.

The body was already like a mess of rotten meat, and the internal organs were churning and trying to vomit out all the overnight meals, but the impact was still not over.

It wasn't until the person was thrown into the air by the air waves, half of his face felt hot pain, and he reached out to be able to directly touch the bones on his face, that Charlie finally felt better.

But when he opened his eyes and saw the familiar independent space, he understood that he had died in the wave of artillery bombardment, and was forced to eject the copy.

"It seems that you can only rely on the seventh child, you must give it a try!"

While secretly cheering for Lao Qi, he began to browse the forum, and one of the posts caught his attention.

"Huh? Immortal three steps are looking for Dongmen drunk? This can be had. ”

During the previous ceasefire, he had a brief exchange with Lao Qi, so he knew about Dongmen's drunkenness.

skillfully clicked into the theme post, and sure enough, the main owner of Dongmen drunk never appeared.

After thinking about it, he sent a reply.

"Immortal three-step god, don't rush. Dongmen drunk and I have a copy.,People haven't come out yet.,How do you respond to your thread.。 Also, don't ask me how I died, anyway, it wasn't Dongmen who was drunk, and we didn't fight at all in the dungeon! ”

……

"Quest Notice: Player [Dongmen Drunk] kills player [Little Star's Star] and gets seven kills!"

“Hepta kill！”

"Quest Notice: The player is drunk at the east gate and has [approached God]!"

“Godlike!”

No way! East Gate Drunk?!

Grabbing the battleship's railing with one hand, he leaned against Huba on the right side of the hull.

After seeing the dungeon announcement sound, his eyes were about to pop out.

The road is so narrow!

Why is this God of Killing here?

Why did this thing kill my teammates as soon as it came out!

Why is my luck so bad!

There is only one last step left before the handover of the fleet, and it turns out to be a moth!

It's still the guy I don't want to meet the most at the moment......

At this moment, Huba felt a sense of fate.

Could it be that he is drunk with Dongmen, and in this district, he is destined to become a lifelong enemy?

Boom Boom Boom!

However, this feeling, under the frantic bombardment of artillery, dissipated in the blink of an eye.

Especially when I saw the number of ships gradually approaching around me, there were more than a hundred, which really made Huba no longer have the slightest rival.

Nima, this strength gap is a bit big!

It's only been less than a year since the dungeon, how did this guy get so many ships.

In fact, Huba also knows in his heart that this kind of thing is not impossible.

The hardest part is always starting from nothing.

Once you have a foundation and want to develop it, everything will fall into place.

If it weren't for Dongmen getting drunk to stir up the situation, he would be able to directly pull up a small fleet of more than 20 ships in this wave.

There must be countless people who will make a name for themselves and follow the trend, and the fleet can expand rapidly.

It is estimated that it will take less than a few months to pull up a fleet of more than 100 ships.

Add in a bit of coincidence, or something about your own fleet, such as recruiting a wizard to join your name.

That would be of great benefit to expanding the fleet and recruiting new members of the fleet.

It's a pity that at this most important juncture, Dongmen got drunk and messed up the situation and fell short.

Huba climbed aboard the crumbling battleship and gave the order for all ships to raise the white flag.

Then they began to wait for the approach of the opposing fleet, trying to find a glimmer of life.

Pity...... The situation did not turn out as he thought.

When the flotilla had approached a certain distance, they all stopped advancing in unison, simply bombarding them with artillery from a distance.

At this moment, Huba was also dumbfounded.

Could it be that the East Gate is drunk and does not intend to collect our ships? Planning to simply sink all the ships to the bottom of the sea?

Isn't it, with such a big stake and so many ships, isn't he tempted?

Looking at the middle-aged fat man named 'Lord Ward', standing on the bow of a huge battleship, condescending.

Huba couldn't help but think in his heart.

Dongmen is drunk, don't look at it, it's exciting, hurry up!

Please, give me a way to live!

There are twenty sailboats in white flowers!

Even if it's a little tattered, it can be used for tinkering, and it's cost-effective!

If it weren't for the fear of revealing his identity, Huba would even want to show the strength of the dry sales back then and brainwash the other party.

But I don't dare, and I can't do it.

Otherwise, no matter how flaws are exposed, it will be a dead end.

One can only hope that the White Flag surrender tactics will play a little role.

Unfortunately, it backfired.

The drunken fleet at the East Gate turned a blind eye to the white flag, and just kept letting people carry out artillery bombardment, destroying one ship after another.

However, what is interesting is that every time the ships in the Meat Ball Ed fleet are sunk, the flames spread very quickly and burn very vigorously.

And on the side of his own fleet, it was all a conventional reaction.

At first, Huba didn't understand this phenomenon, nor did he understand Dongmen's idea of getting drunk.

But after pondering it carefully, he suddenly realized.

When the relationship was in the previous battle, his teammate Xiaoxing, the back hand left behind, was the legendary fire and self-violence.

Ignite the hull with flames, then swap boats for boats to crash into enemy ships......

This means that in the course of the battle, if the ignition materials are accidentally affected by artillery fire, the hull will spontaneously begin to burn.