The waves rolled in from the horizon, they hit the reef, the waves splashed like jade, and the splashes looked like clusters of white plums, sprinkled on the sea like a light rain. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The fine nets are thrown into the clear blue sea by the fishermen, and the ones that sink to the bottom of the sea together with the nets are full of hope for a good harvest.

A few newly-built fishing boats rippled slightly above the sea, and a renovated sailboat, Xu feared for their safety, and above that, a mixed queue of dozens of town militiamen and spearmen watched vigilantly.

The faint sea breeze swept through Renault's face, making his originally tense body slightly relaxed.

As the temporary head of this detachment, although there is nothing unusual on the sea, he still maintains a high degree of vigilance.

"Lord Renault, there is a situation!"

Where was the improvised observation post above the mast, the soldier in charge of observation seemed to have discovered something and hurriedly reminded him.

Looking at the position pointed by the other party, although he could not see the situation in the sea clearly without a telescope, his keen vision still found a slight abnormality, and his originally calm face suddenly became more solemn.

"Tell all the fishermen to stop fishing and return immediately, we ...... There's trouble. Looking at the dark shadows in the distance that kept becoming clear as the distance approached, Renault couldn't help but clench the fist in his hand.

Hundreds of meters away, dozens of floats, barely called sampans, made of piles of logs and weeds, were moving towards them along the raging river beneath the ocean.

And on the pile of sampans, dwarf and ugly creatures with light blue scales seemed to have discovered the existence of Renault and the others, and one by one opened their sharp mouths and screamed.

"Damn, it's the Fish-People." When they saw the faces of these dark shadows, the faces of the soldiers on the three-masted galleons became a little ugly.

From Miss Sherley, they already have a general idea of the strange races in this world, and in their previous lives, only the fishmen in comics or movies existed, and at this time, they were also truly displayed in front of these soldiers.

Fish-people have the characteristics of half-humans and normal fish and can walk upright. It is equivalent to a real-life amphibian, breathing with lungs on land and gills in water.

Although fish-people can breathe air, they still can't leave the water for long periods of time. Their skin is covered with scales like a fish and needs to be moist enough to remain soft, and the consequence of not being in contact with water for a long time is that the skin is chapped, painful, and then dead.

The Fish-Folk are not the same as the sinister Nagas, nor are they connected to the noble and intelligent Fishmen, these lowly and stupid creatures have always been at the bottom of this world, unable to even possess a Drifting Island, and can only barely drift in this endless sea.

These low-IQ creatures don't build any tools at all, they only fight the most primitive and savage, they either stain the road ahead with blood or run away.

If you are just facing hundreds of fishmen, as long as you line up the phalanx, Renault is not afraid of them, after all, these stupid guys can't stop the fire snake.

However, at this time, just a cursory glance, the number of fishmen in front of them is afraid that it is close to a thousand, and it is definitely not something that they can fight against a few dozen people.

"Retreat!"

The rippling waves of the three-masted sailboat seem to compose a moving note.

Although the speed of this ship, which is less effective than the Imperial warships, is not very fast, it is definitely not something that the fishmen in the rear who move on the surface of the sea with only simple sampans can catch up.

Seeing that the distance between the two sides was constantly widening, the famous fishman suddenly opened his mouth and screamed, seemingly extremely angry, but helpless.

And just when Renault thought he had gotten rid of these guys, dozens of black shadows had jumped from the sampan into the water at some point, and the pale blue scales looked particularly dazzling in the sunlight as the rolling waves continued to rise and fall on the surface of the sea.

"Damn, stop moving, drop the sails and drop anchor, and get ready for battle!"

If this continues, those fishermen on fishing boats will be stopped by the other party sooner or later, and they must find a way to deal with the group of pursuing guys behind them.

The sharp spearheads made of fine iron were slightly raised, and they hibernated silently like poisonous snakes, only for the fierce blow that was about to erupt.

The spearman was naturally aware of his mission, and the three-meter-long iron spear was aimed at the temporarily calm sea, and the dense spears kept shining in the sunlight, like countless fortresses made of steel, blocking all enemies who wanted to cross from here.

And behind these spearmen, a cold iron pipe was also pressed against the chest of the town militia, looking at the sea in front of them with a slightly nervous expression.

"Brothers, kill these damn bunches for me." Looking at the splashes on the surface of the sea, a trace of hideousness flashed on Renault's face, and then said viciously.

The tension spread irrepressibly, but with the sound of breaking the water, the brutal battle officially began.

The churning water was like a crystal pearl in the sunlight, but Renaud was not in the mood to appreciate it at all at this time, and took a steady step forward, and the heavy power was transmitted through his knees and waist to the cold white light in his hands.

The sharp blade easily cut through the pale blue scales and skull on the outside, and with a burst of blood mist, the fish-man who had just jumped out of the sea had no time to climb onto the ship, as if it had been hit by a giant hammer, and its body fell to the surface of the sea at a faster speed than before, setting off a wave of spray.

Sen Leng's spear was as swift and fierce as a poisonous snake, and every stab was inevitably accompanied by a splash of blood.

One by one, the figures fell tragically into the sea, but the bloody breath was like poison, which made these ignorant fellows even more crazy and rushed forward desperately.

"Gun on the shoulder, shoot!"

The cold voice is like the judgment of death, and what follows is a merciless harvest.

The spearmen in front of them fell into a trough like a tidal wave, but at the same moment, the originally black barrel of the gun had already bloomed, and after that, the blazing flames engulfed everything!

"Bang bang-"

The dense and violent sound was like a rapid and high-pitched music, and at the same time as the thick smoke of gunpowder filled, the splattered pieces of flesh exploded like flowing water falling at high speed, and with it, the scarlet blood flying in the sky.

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