I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

"Barry, is this what the Sith just pulled?" Quint looked up at the rocky hill in front of him, couldn't help but swallowed, and turned to look at Barry and asked.

Barry nodded, his dark face full of solemnity, "Well, that should be it."

Looking at the rock mountain, Barry narrowed his eyes. Even he had to admit that he felt a very strong pressure from this mountain, and he couldn't help but feel a little panicked.

If this kind of monster loses...

Barry shook his head hastily,

Impossible, they are the elite of the elite, how could they be defeated by a guy from a second-rate army.

"Barry, what are you shaking about?" Balk shook Barry's shoulders violently and yelled in his ear.

Barry was stunned for a moment, shivered, and broke into a cold sweat. An apologetic smile appeared on his face.

"Sorry, I lost my temper."

"Barry, you are our leader, you must not mess up. Whether we can defeat that guy depends on you!" Balk squeezed Barry's shoulders with both hands, and there was some worry in his brows.

"Huh~" Barry closed his eyes and took a long breath, putting his heart back into his stomach, his eyes shining brightly, "You're right, we can't mess up yet, it's not yet time."

As he spoke, he gritted his teeth and glanced up and down Yanshan.

"Balk, Quint, let's try to see how heavy this mountain is first. Come on, let's help each other."

"it is good."

After saying that, a total of seven people including Barry, Quint, and Balk put their hands on the chains.

"Everyone, get ready, follow my command, one, two, three, pull!"

Immediately, several people worked hard together, the veins in their hands were bulging, and they used all their strength towards the chain to pull the chain straight.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

They roared loudly, and now not only the veins on their hands, but also the veins on their foreheads bulged, but the heavy rock mountain still only trembled, showing no intention of moving forward.

The remaining people looked at the stable rock mountain in front of them and looked at each other.

"We're here to help, too."

Now the manpower had increased to eighteen people. Finally, the rocky mountain finally began to slide slowly forward, but the speed was far less than that of Zefa's trot, even the tortoise speed of the Sith.

"We're going too."

The number of manpower increased to twenty-three, and their speed finally caught up with the Sith's turtle crawl. However, before they could reach one hundred and fifty meters, which was only fifty meters, everyone fell to the ground from exhaustion.

"It's too strong. Is that guy really still a human?" Lying on the ground, Betty's whole body went limp, with a blush on her face, and she gasped as she looked at Barry.

Barry was silent for a moment. He seemed to have misjudged the Sith. This guy was more troublesome than he thought.

Raising his hand gently,

"Don't panic, everyone. We have estimated the speed of Major Sith. There is no way he can defeat us in an instant. We just need to work step by step and fight steadily. No matter how strong Major Sith is, as long as there is no qualitative gap, we can still win. ." Barry used honorifics unknowingly.

Quint also nodded,

"Barry is right. We were careless last time and let Major Sith defeat us one by one in the thick smoke. But this time is different. This time we are prepared. As long as we take strict precautions, multiple people can If we join forces, Major Narcissus will be able to do nothing to us."

"Yes, that's right. No matter how powerful Major Sith is, he is just one person. We are elites drawn from various units of the navy. We have experts in all directions, from snipers to close combat. You don't have to worry at all."

"..."

Everyone cheered for a while, and the elite class finally settled down again and began to hold meetings to discuss how to deal with the Sith.

……

On the other side, after Sith finished his meal, there would naturally be no lunch break. He had to go back to an island to practice law and order in the evening. Many trainings that could have been done slowly in the evening were arranged at noon and afternoon. It was packed to the rafters.

After patting Sis on the shoulder, Zefa turned his head and glanced at the assistant beside him. Although he was giving Sis a small start, he still had to give instructions on some things in the elite class.

"Today's elite class training is as usual. If you want to discuss tactics, you can open the command room, preparation room, and...forget it, whatever conditions they want, you just prepare them directly, even if they are sent by the scientific force They are allowed to use some of the things that come over, as long as they don’t go too far.”

"Yes!"

The assistant crossed his legs and saluted Zefa with a serious look.

Everything seemed to be normal, but Sith felt something was wrong. The assistant looked at him with a trace of pity in his eyes, which was really baffling.

"After the training in the morning, you probably already know my style very well, so I won't be too verbose about things in the afternoon. You can just do everything according to my requirements. If you are not satisfied, I can do it for you first. demonstration."

After saying that, Zefa stood up and led Sith to the school field. The place was already full of people, all of them sharpshooters and helpers for Sith's afternoon training.

"In the afternoon we will mainly train on the domineering power of knowledge." On the school field, Zefa put on a pair of sunglasses that he didn't know where they came from, stood upright and said coolly.

Sis nodded. What the famous teacher said is correct. His potential is beyond the limit. Didn't he drag down this mountain? Just seeing and hearing, no problem.

Following Zefa's instructions, he walked to the center of the school ground and took the standard saber handed over by the soldier with one hand.

"There may be some scrap knives in a while. Just put your own knife away first. Use the mass-produced knife."

"Yes."

Sith nodded slightly. He always believed that Zefa would not harm him, and he must have his reasons for doing so.

"Well, very good, then everyone raise their guns and prepare to shoot." Zefa raised his left hand slightly.

Kacha~

With the bullet loaded, Sith looked at the nearly a hundred black muzzles in front of him. Cold sweat finally flowed down his forehead and face, and his voice was trembling.

"Teacher Zefa, what are you thinking? I am a student. Is there anything I can't do to you? I let you treat me like this."

Zefa grinned, squinted his eyes and smiled like a fox, and waved his hand.

"Relax, it's all just training, it won't kill you. Oh, by the way, remember that you are not allowed to use fruit abilities. No matter how many bullets there are, you can only use your knowledge, color, and Haki to perceive, and your sword skills to block. You know Yet?"

The Sith took a long breath and glanced at Zefa with a resentful look. He couldn't help but feel shocked in his heart, so he had to keep telling himself in his heart.

"Zefa won't kill me. He won't use real bullets. Blank bullets must be blank bullets."