The group of pirates in the lead was thinking of escaping back to Master Klick's camp for help, which was quite purposeful.

However, once a mass incident starts, it can develop serious and uncontrollable consequences.

I saw that the pirates ran faster and faster, farther and farther, and ran more and more loudly.

So much so that they didn't run out for a few minutes, and countless other unsuspecting pirates were swept in by this crowd of fleeing people on the way.

Like a snowball, the size of the fleeing pirate group is getting bigger and bigger.

The streets were deserted as soon as the pirates passed, and all of them joined the fleeing formation, while the remaining coolies cowered and hid in their houses.

Most of them don't even know why they ran away.

"Brother, what's going on?"

A pirate who fled in a daze followed the team as he panicked and asked his colleagues about the situation.

"I don't know, everyone runs and I run with me."

It's a pity that the colleague he asked was just following the trend.

Fortunately, there have always been some completely frightened activists in the escape team who are explaining to their colleagues in a loud voice:

"That knight from the East China Sea in the newspaper has come in!"

"Captain Paru is dead!"

Similar roars came and went, and they were resounded among the panicked crowds.

This has an even worse impact.

Because of the inevitable subjective errors in the process of information dissemination by human beings, the content of these roars quickly changed from a realistic style to a fantasy style after word of mouth by a group of pirates:

At first, these shouts were still the true content of "the Knight of the East Sea killed Captain Palu with one sword", but then it gradually evolved into the terrifying news that "the Knight of the East Sea lightly waved a sword, and there was not one in ten colleagues of the Klick Pirates".

Galen, on the other hand, was very helpless.

He barely caught up and slashed a dozen pirate soldiers, but because the opponent was too numerous and the enthusiasm to flee was too strong, he could only look behind them and sigh.

However, the number of deaths of the pirate miscellaneous soldiers was far more than the dozen or so killed by Galen, except that the rest were unlucky people who died tragically in the stampede.

Wallace looked at this spectacular scene and shouted with some excitement:

"Just relying on the name of 'Knight of the East China Sea', you can deter countless Xiaoxiao!"

"That's the power of journalism!"

The face of the righteous knight Galen himself was not very good-looking, he looked at the dust stirred up by the fleeing pirates in the distance, and secretly muttered to himself helplessly:

"My experience..."

His 'experience' was all gone.

After a few minutes, the docks were empty of streaks of streak-looking porters.

They looked at the backs of the pirates fleeing in the wilderness, and their faces were full of stunned expressions.

And in addition to this large group of laborers who were still immersed in shock and couldn't react, there was another group of people left on the docks-

The dozen or so young fishermen who had reported Galen in front of the battle.

It's not that they don't want to run away with the pirates, but they are deliberately stopped by Galen.

Looking at Galen's broad sword with undried bloodstains, these "enthusiastic people" who were "righteous and awe-inspiring" were immediately frightened to the point that their legs were paralyzed and they trembled.

Galen slowly walked up to one of the young fishermen who had been moving the fastest, and raised his hand to press the blade of the heavy sword against the other's shoulder:

"You, is there anything else you'd like to say?"

He softened all of a sudden, and fell to his knees in front of Galen with a thud:

"I, I... I really can't help it! ”

The young fisherman's eyes were filled with tears, and he didn't know whether it was out of regret or fear.

He trembled and said in a terrible cry:

"Our days are so hard!"

"It's all forced by Klick!"

The other fisherman, trembling and wincing, defended himself:

"My family worked under Klick, and I didn't even have enough to eat."

"Only by making a contribution to the Pirates can we..."

The other fishermen also echoed your words and I echoed them, and for a moment there was a bit of a lively atmosphere at the grievance meeting.

"So..."

Galen said expressionlessly:

"This is the reason why you are helping to abuse and play for the tigers, and to bring into the Jedi a man who has come to eradicate pirates, free laborers, and help you get out of the sea of suffering?"

The noisy fishermen were silenced at once.

"Do you think that by recalling your miserable life and hard life, you can wash away that ugly crime?"

Galen suddenly exerted a little more force on the big sword in his hand, and shouted again:

"If it's useful to wash white, what do you want the big sword in my hand to do?"

With a slight movement of Galen's wrist, the great sword resting on the young fisherman's shoulder deflected a few points inward, and in an instant his horrified expression was forever fixed on his skull.

Vast expanses of blood poured out, and the remaining fishermen were even more pale and bloodless with horror.

They had realized that they were going to die this time.

Under the fear of death, a fisherman was forced to lose control of his emotions by the extremely oppressive atmosphere.

He roared at Galen like crazy:

"Who are you to accuse us?"

"We have no strength, no hope of resistance..."

"Living in this kind of hellish place, we can only climb up desperately! What's wrong with that? ”

"What's wrong?"

Galen was not moved at all, but once again raised the great sword in his hand:

"Weakness to resist is not a reason for you to speak up for darkness."

"Since you choose to trade other people's lives for profit, don't expect yourself to save your life from other people's swords."

Eventually, the dozen or so fishermen were killed by Galen's sword.

Tex couldn't bear to look at it, after all, these were his companions on the fishing boat.

But Dex also had no intention of stopping him, because he understood that he and the young people who were carried away by the interests were not all the way.

The docks were calm again, and only the blood flowed silently on the ground, blending with the dust into a scorching black and red.

But the dock porters who were silently watching were not at all frightened by this, but their eyes were red with excitement as if they had been ignited.

"Finally..."

"There's a pirate hunter coming!"

These laborers, who were severely limited in their living resources, did not know the name of the knights of the East Sea of Galen, but this did not affect the excitement in their hearts in the slightest.

After years of living under Klick's oppressive rule, it was the first time they had seen those ostentatious pirates show such ugly cowardice as they do today.

They looked at Galen with gratitude and adoration in their eyes.

"Everyone!"

Galen also responded to the sentiments of these laborers very cooperatively:

"I'm here today to completely eradicate the Klick Pirates, a mountain that is pressing on the heads of the people!"

"Good!"

There was a tsunami of cheers all around, and the air on the pier seemed to warm up several degrees Celsius because of the hot atmosphere.

Galen carried his great sword and walked slowly in the direction of the previous pirates' escape.

When he had gone far away, Galen turned back to the excited laborers and said:

"Wait here for a moment, and see that I go and take the head of that Klick!"

Another cheer.

Galen, on the other hand, turned and left, one man and one sword, leaving a lonely high back.

At this moment, his image was infinitely elevated in the eyes of the laborers.

Suddenly, a loud bang rang out among the laborers.

It was the sound of the lid of a large wooden box being violently lifted.

A laborer took out a brand-new musket from an open box and raised it aloft again.

He excitedly waved the musket in his hand and shouted to the group of fellow laborers:

"Brothers!"

"After so many years, a hero finally came to save us!"

"But there are five thousand people in that demon Klick, and there is only one hero!"

His voice became more and more passionate:

"If we still have a trace of blood, we shouldn't shrink behind that adult and wait for rescue!"

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the laborers suddenly became resolute.

A huge force was brewing in silence, and it was about to erupt.

The laborer, who was holding up the musket, agitated:

"The cargo we are carrying is full of weapons that Klick bought with our hard-earned money!"

"Pick up these weapons and fight Crick!"

The laborers were slightly stunned, and the anger that had been building up in their chests for many years finally broke out:

"Fight with Click!"

The boxes on the docks were opened, and brand new muskets were held in the hands of angry laborers.

They clenched their weapons, and without fear followed Galen's march toward Klick.

At first, it was laborers on the docks, then laborers in the towns along the road, and finally countless low-level civilians who heard the news and joined the fighting.

Galen, the lone ranger, suddenly became Galen, the steel army who led the charge.

This unexpected gaffe stunned Galen.

He looked at his experience slip and muttered to himself helplessly:

"I've said it all, let you wait later..."