"No need! Tie them up with ropes and hang them at the head of the city, and I'll show them how I have defeated these Casablanca pirates today. "The fat man has already seen from the small map that the enemy has been dispatched.

As the saying goes, once a person passes a thousand mountains, a person passes through a thousand boundless boundaries, and in these European countries, it is already a big battle to dispatch more than 1,000 people.

At this time, Europe was no better than the Ming Dynasty in the East, they had just recovered from the plague that had permeated the whole of Europe, and they had not yet caught their breath, and the population had not yet returned to half of what it was before the plague.

These 1,800 warriors are already the largest force that Casablanca can come up with to expedition to Cape Storm, and in Europe, this is also a very strong force.

Seeing that the almost 2,000 people turned into red dots on their own small map and converged into a river, and then rushed in front of him along the gravel paved road from the dock to the city gate, the fat man slowly felt that his blood was burning, and the big battle was coming!

The footsteps of 1,800 people can't be said to be very loud, but if 1,800 people really gather together and rush towards you, not to mention the momentum, just say that the footsteps gathered together can make you tremble, and you want to throw down the sword and bow in your hand and surrender.

The sailors under the fat man were already a little hesitant, they were originally from Casablanca, and now the navy of Casablanca came from the opposite side, and what they were thinking about now was whether to just throw down their swords and bows and surrender.

The fat man had noticed the changes in these people, and even the names on the heads of several sailors were changing from green to white, then from white to yellow, and then to a faint red, which was a prelude to wanting to rebel?

But what reassured him was that the names on the heads of the big black guys, who accounted for a large proportion of the number, were still dark blue.

The fat man was about to deal with the sailors who had turned into pale red names, but unexpectedly O'Neill gave him the first step.

O'Neill walked up to the hesitant sailors and shouted angrily, "I see you loosen your sword and let go of your open bow, and you, a lowly betrayer, actually put your sword on the rope of the drawbridge......"

O'Neill's steel knife slashed through the neck of the sailor in front of him with lightning speed, and the sailor who had placed the knife on the rope of the drawbridge fell, blood spurting to the ground.

"Do you think that if the Earl is defeated, what will happen to you? Shit! If you are lucky, you may be taken to a ship to be a slave and paddle for a year, or two, or three years later; But if you're unlucky and you don't die in this war, you'll be executed as pirates by the navy of Casablanca! ”

O'Neill's angry and hoarse voice shook the hearts of every sailor: "Do you know how the Navy executes pirates?" You know for sure that the navy executes pirates as cruelly as pirates execute prisoners, they will tie you to the ramming horns, let the sharks of the sea bite you, they will tie you up with ropes and drag you behind the sturdy Spanish horse until you die, do you want to do that? ”

"Nope! No! No! The frightened sailors let out a roar, in fact, they also knew what kind of fate they would be after defeat, but when O'Neill didn't say anything, their hearts were deliberately avoiding, they were like ostriches, they would stick their heads into the sand when something happened, but now O'Neill has pulled out their heads in the sand, so that they can see the fate of defeat clearly, because of fear, they are afraid of desperate hearts.

The fat man was relieved to see the sailors who had already turned pale red and dramatically turned back to green, and patted O'Neill on the shoulder: "It's like a governor!" ”

O'Neill just smiled and didn't speak.

The fat man also smiled, walked to the city wall, and saw that the Casablanca warriors rushing two hundred meters away had already stopped under the command of a nobleman, and were still organizing their formation.

When O'Neill saw it, his face turned white with fright, and he exclaimed, "Christ is above, this is the English longbowmen, there are two hundred English longbowmen, no!" That's impossible! ”

As soon as he said this, the fat man understood that when he was in college, he had a discussion group about the range comparison of the Mongolian greatbow and the English longbow.

I also know that the English longbow, which has a range that exceeds the Mongolian short bow but is worse than the Mongolian big bow, is said to be able to shoot more than 300 meters, but that is only the range, and the powerful one is only about 200 meters.

Now standing on the opposite side and scared O'Neill's face turned white, it was about two hundred warriors armed with English longbows in line, so frightened that he quickly pulled the fat man to ask him to squat, hiding behind a half-man-high wall battlement, the fat man did not squat down, but just slapped O'Neill's hand away and took out a gun from his backpack.

Seeing this strange gun, O'Neill's face darkened, and Arthur's face was not good-looking.

The fat man now has a lot of these guns in his warehouse, AK47s, all of which were taken from the Somali arms dealer's warehouse, and not long ago the fat man called several captains and first mates to him and gave each of them an AK.

Then he showed them how to use it, how to open the safe, how to fight, and then bullet it out, killing a group of goats placed a hundred meters away, and then telling them that the power is so great!

The captains and vice-governors were stunned on the spot, and then their eyes turned red when they looked at the gun in the fat man's hand, and Caterina was the first to run aside with the gun to play, but as soon as she went, she ran back, saying that she could not fire the gun.

The fat man took it and gave it a try, and he fired a few bullets on the spot, yes! Then he gave the gun back to her and asked her to fight again, but she still couldn't open it, and the trigger couldn't be pulled.

O'Neill and Arthur had the same result, the gun was normal, but it couldn't be buckled when it came to them, but it could fire normally when it returned to the fat man's hand, which was too bullying.

Just when the fat man was thinking about why, a reminder from the system came out: "Because AK47 is a gun that has never been used in this world, people in this world can't use it, if you want people in this world to use this firearm, then make the first such gun in this world, and this restriction can be lifted." ”

This hit the fat man, and he also thought that since he could bring things from reality, what was the difficulty of dominating the world by himself, not to mention anything else, bring automatic rifles, grenades, and sixty-zero small cannons, just a few things, and he could rule this world, but now he was actually given this restriction, and he couldn't use it if he didn't create the first world in this world, and suddenly suppressed his ambition that came out of his hard time.

There was no way, he originally thought that no matter how many thousands he came, he would give each of his people an AK, and then each person would come with a shuttle of bullets, and no matter how many people knelt.

But reality hit him, and at the same time hit the innocent captains such as O'Neill and Arthur, looking at a powerful firearm that could not be used, I have to say, it was painful.

But now the fat man ignored O'Neill's pain, he took out his gun, opened the safe, and with one shot broke the neck of the noble officer who was directing the parade of longbowmen.

The nobleman who suddenly lost his head did not fall down immediately, although his neck was broken, but in fact, he did not suffer much force, so he was still standing, and everyone who had seen real guns beat people knew that if people were really beaten by guns, blood would not slowly ooze out like on TV, but would be like a fountain, suddenly spraying all over the sky, and now the nobleman who had no head was, the blood in his body spurted out of his neck, flew into the air, splashed the soldiers in front of him, and then fell straight down.

The soldiers in the formation suddenly became silent, and then scattered with a scream, like a stunned fly, more like a lamb that suddenly ran into a bad wolf.

It's not to blame them, who is it, seeing a person in front of him, suddenly he has no head, and the blood in his body sprays his head and face all over his body, this kind of fright is impossible for medieval Europeans who have not seen it to accept the fright!

It's not that they haven't seen dead people, it's not that they haven't seen a more terrible way to die, even if someone is burned alive in front of them, like the Holy See is burning a shrine maiden, but none of this can make them afraid, because those deaths are justified.

What is the reason, that is, when he died, someone cut him with a knife, burned him with fire, shot him with an arrow, even if he was hit with fire or a gun, there was only a small hole in his body made by a projectile, how could he suddenly lose his head?

Something that happens suddenly without reason is always very frightening, and people are always afraid of the unknown.

The fat man did not give up killing the enemy because of the rout of the opponent, an ordinary AK, in his hands showed extraordinary, his rate of fire was very fast, after shooting a few longbowmen, he did not target the longbowmen, but on the noble officers who were directing the soldiers who were rushing to stop the longbowmen.

Because the officers are very recognizable, what makes the fat man want to complain is why the aristocrats of Europe always like to wear that ugly rooster-like costume?

More than half of the 1,600-strong follow-up troops had arrived, and were lining up in a horizontal line, stopping the longbowmen who were fleeing in terror, and an officer went up and grabbed one of the longbowmen by the collar and shouted: "You bunch of waste, you are like rabbits frightened by eagles, you are pouting and jumping around, who among you is not frightened, tell me, what is going on?" Why are you so afraid, is it the eagle on the opposite wall? No, it's just chicks, so stop your bunny legs that are still bouncing, and tell me, where is your chief? What did you encounter? ”

The longbowman looked at him wincingly, then looked away, and muttered, "Our commander is dead......

Before he finished speaking, he felt some liquid splashed on his face, and he wiped it and found that it was a little red and a little white.