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For a while, there was no obstacle between Suo Zhongwu and the giant ship maggot, and the cold wind blew away the surrounding noise, exposing an empty deck covered with sticky greasy.

The monster did not hesitate, and turned around like a python.Suo Zhongwu forced himself to become calm. He raised the horns in both hands, and the two rows of teeth creaked. He forced himself not to pay attention to the others. Only the two carapace of the boat maggot in his eyes until the sharp teeth separated. , And then suddenly pulled the trigger.

But there was a loud "bang", and the head of the ship maggot instantly shattered into blood.Twelve lead shotguns, weighing one or two in total, were shot into the "mouth" of the ship maggot at a zero distance and at high speed, exploding a flower in full bloom from the inside out.Amidst the fireworks, a carapace swiftly passed by Suo Zhongwu's face, and a deep blood was drawn under his ears, but Suo Zhongwu was completely unaware of it, and he stood there for a long time without regaining his senses.

He just walked through the ghost gate.If it was accidentally missed, if the boat maggot jumped another foot, Suo Zhongwu was lying on the ground and spurting blood, and the evil spirits would continue to harm others.The dead monsters lay on the deck, their flesh twitching constantly, and their sharp tails patted the bulwark continuously, making them look unwilling."One more game!" It seemed to complain with resentment, "I was a momentary negligence! Not a lack of strength!! Mortals, come and have another game with me!!!"

Suo Zhongwu picked up the ship spear from the sacrificial sailor, with his iron head down, pounded the demon's corpse into meat sauce./One more game?Roll the ball!It’s hard to say what will happen in the future, but at least today, the Zhenyang Army and the Black Plague will not have another round.Not anymore!/

The development of the war situation is indeed as he expected.After the ship maggots were finished, the shouts of killing on the deck quickly became sparse, and the firing of electric quick guns and muskets did not sound much.

The most powerful Pharaoh was killed, and the remaining mobs would certainly not last long.What's more, many wing ships went straight down the wind, or went against the wind, and they all got close enough: the "War Drum Dongfeng" put down the transportation boats and sent at least one hundred people to come for reinforcements; the "Guangde Hongyi" Simply raise the hot air balloon, the sniper then brightened the fire, sending death one after another to the evil spirits on the flagship deck...

From day to night, this long naval battle is finally over.A head hesitantly stuck out from the bridge driver's cab.Then there was the back half, which looked so familiar, yet so strange at the same time.Suo Zhongwu turned his head dumbly and stared at the distant uncle, his face was completely expressionless at first, but then he was occupied by a twisted smile.

"For help." He raised his fist high, before the crowd cheered blindly, shouting maliciously and gritted his teeth:

"Protect the phase. Protect the Lord of Fubo!"

After a while, someone responded.In the first half-minute, there were few sounds on the deck, and only a little better afterwards, but the duration was quite long. There were always people shouting "Lord Fubo!" and "Zhangxiang!" Sokui, who is staying on the bridge, send it to—

Send a variety of emotions that are difficult to explain.

...

This night, "Mingwei Xianxin" was full of snoring.The surviving people lay together, regardless of department, officers and soldiers, almost everyone fell into a deep sleep.

But there are always exceptions.Suo Zhongwu couldn't sleep well. He was so tired that he couldn't lift his hands, but his mind was filled with various pictures. He finally fell asleep, and was awakened again soon after.After doing so repeatedly, he simply jumped off the makeshift hammock, planning to take a few laps on the deck./Maybe you can find someone with the same disease.Otherwise, you can stand guard for those brothers who got the sore leg lottery...Wait, have I forgotten something?/

Lao Kui's face slipped across his mind quietly, shocked Suo Zhongwu in a cold sweat.He immediately gave up the idea of ​​walking, regardless of the severe pain like a knife cut all over his body, gritted his teeth and walked towards the bridge.Although every joint was creaking and protesting, his steps were getting faster and faster, faster and faster.

/It's bad, it's really bad, after shouting that voice, he actually threw the eighth uncle aside!No wonder Hariata kept trying to say something when he was riding a hammock...it's a bad thing, it's a bad thing!/

The "Mingwei Xianxin" in the early hours of the morning was so black that it had been splashed with ink.The whale oil lamp on the handrail of the gangway can only illuminate the area a little bigger than a palm.However, Lao Kui's figure was still reflected, and he was still on the top open-air podium, the old position behind the chart table.

Contrary to what he had expected, Suo Kui didn't stray wine bottles in front of him, and there were only a few thin thread-bound books on the chart table.He himself curled up in the chair quietly, not even moving his fingertips. He didn't know if he was asleep or was there in a daze.

Suo Zhongwu cleared his throat, but did not hear any response.He continued to walk forward, first squeezing his right hand into a fist, and then spreading it out into a palm after hesitating for a while, but before he patted his uncle far on the shoulder, Lao Kui opened his mouth in an unfriendly manner."What are you doing here? It hurts to be idle!" He raised his neck and looked at the dark sky without a trace of starlight:

"I don't need your help. I don't dare to support you! Under the Heavenly Soldier Festival, please go down, OK!"

"Uncle Eight." Suo Zhongwu wiped his hands, subconsciously turned into a straddle standing position, his eyebrows were also twisted into lumps.No matter how Lao Kui complains, he still has to say what should be said, and he has to say it seriously:

"Let's talk about it. Brothers have too many casualties, and we must find a way to encourage morale. You can't deal with it after you reach the prestige?!"

"Encourage morale? Think about why you need to encourage morale, don't forget your great contribution!" Suo Kui didn't even turn his head, and slammed his punch on the table roughly:

"I know it in my heart, I don't need you to teach it! Go, why don't you go?! I want to annoy Lao Tzu by dangling? Go, go quickly!"

"..." Suo Zhongwu gritted his teeth, and the right ear canal, which had just calmed down for a while, began to buzzer again.It took him a lot of effort before he didn't kick his foot on the chart table./To endure on the earth, you have to endure here!I really don't want to do it anymore if I lose that mother!/

Suo Zhongwu rushed down the bridge angrily and issued no less than a hundred curses on Suo Kui within ten seconds.He hovered on the deck, and for a while, he really planned to smash the tank and shake out the true situation of the earth.However, when he saw the second mate who was hanging a broken arm and sitting at the root of the mainmast, all the words from the throat that had arrived were taken back.

"It's difficult." Suo Zhongwu squatted next to the second officer and lit a pipe pot for the young officer nicknamed "Lao Zhou"."It's hard to be a man!"

"..." Lao Zhou shook his head.Until the tobacco burned out, there was no word.