A Pirate's Counting Life

Looking at the pirate ship on the sea that kept shaking under the gunfire, Mark subconsciously touched the coat of justice.

The thought of running away disappeared in an instant, and he felt that there was something called responsibility in his body. He always thought that he could fish happily.

But when danger came, the first thought in his mind was to save the residents of the island.

"Colonel Cohen, please ask people to take the residents of the island to the other side of the island. This will be the center of the war in a while. It is not safe for them to stay in the town."

Colonel Cohen nodded, and quickly asked his subordinates to lead people to evacuate the residents. Looking at Mark, who looked solemn, he asked tremblingly.

"Ma...Lieutenant Colonel Mark, do you think we can repel them?"

Mark turned to look at Cohen, a trace of fear and a trace of shame flashed in his eyes.

"Cohen! You are a marine! At times like this, all you have to think about is how to kill the enemy! The rest will come after you die."

Hearing these cold words without a trace of emotion, Cohen felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured from head to toe. The fear in his heart also dissipated a lot, and he saluted Mark.

"You're right, Lieutenant Colonel Mark!"

Cohen turned to look at the frightened navy around him and shouted, "Comrades! Today is the time to fulfill our oath! Pick up your weapons and defend the island with me!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The navy roared with all their strength, as if they wanted to vent the fear in their hearts, but they were stunned when they saw the four people coming off the pirate ship.

"Um...why are there only four of us?"

Just when the sailors were confused, a bloody slash struck everyone. Mark quickly grabbed the standard saber of the sailor beside him.

Use Shao to stand in front of everyone and shout loudly "Breaking Wind!"

While waving his hands, more than a dozen blue slashes hit the bloody slash. After a loud noise, the bloody slash was successfully dispersed.

"Oh? Interesting"

The casual expression on Moara's face disappeared instantly, and she looked at Mark with a sick look.

"Why do you have hands!"

Mark looked at the somewhat crazy Moara and asked, "Captain Moara of the Sword Pirates?"

Seeing that the other party didn't answer, Mark didn't get angry. He waved his hands and struck out more than a dozen flying slashes at the other party.

With disdain on his face, Moara held the knife with his left hand and swung it forward with all his strength, instantly slashing out a three-meter-long bloody sword energy.

"shave!"

Mark used Shao to come to the right side of Moara and slashed the opponent's head with a knife. Moara gently turned his head to avoid Mark's attack.

He was a little unaccustomed to losing his right hand, so he awkwardly slashed at Mark with his left hand, but Mark dodged it with a shave.

Looking at Moyara's awkward movements, Mark felt relieved. It seemed that the opponent had lost to Ge Li, but he didn't know if Ge Li was injured.

Mark shook his head and focused on Moara in front of him, constantly thinking about how to defeat the opponent.

Mark began to think about the fighting power of the two sides in his mind, but found that everything he had learned was vulnerable to the opponent.

The only good news is that the opponent's right arm is missing, so he can focus on attacking the opponent's right side to try his slim chance of victory.

Mark's idea was good, but after his long knife hit Moara's armed domineering force, Mark's chances of winning fell from the third level to the abyss to the minus thousandth level.

The strategy also changed from attacking the right wing at the beginning to harassing and delaying. Mark used flying slashes on Moara while shouting at Cohen, "Everyone retreat and harass him with muskets."

Cohen instantly understood what Mark meant. The opponent's strength would definitely be inferior after losing an arm. He and others could use flintlock muskets to force the opponent to dodge and consume the opponent's physical strength.

After thinking about it, Cohen no longer asked the navy to surround him. Except for the sharpshooters, he sent all the other navy to evacuate the residents.

Cohen led a hundred sharpshooters and began to attack Moara non-stop. As for the three pirates, they had long been killed by the navy's concentrated fire.

He didn't know how to be armed but still dared to rush forward under gunfire. Mark didn't know whether to call him brave or stupid.

Dodging Mark's blow sideways, Moara looked at Mark angrily. If such an ant had been in front of her before, it would have been a matter of one blow.

But now that he has lost his dominant right hand, swinging the sword always feels awkward, and he cannot perform many powerful sword skills.

This feeling was very uncomfortable. Although he had begun to accept the fact that he had fallen from the altar, he could not bear the clown jumping in front of him.

"One-sword-style arcana-moon slash"

Moara grabbed the long knife and spun it in a circle, slashing out a circular bloody slash that spread in all directions.

Colonel Cohen quickly retreated with his men, and Mark put the long knife on his chest to resist Moara's slash.

In just a moment, the standard long sword in Mark's hand was cut off. Mark felt the weapon break and roared in a low voice.

"Iron block!!"

A splash of blood spattered from Mark's chest, and he flew backwards.Moyara didn't give Mark a chance to fight back

He swung a few more flying slashes in the direction of Mark. After doing this, Moara also breathed a little.

He was already seriously injured, and after Mark's exhaustion, if he hadn't been exercising regularly, he would have collapsed by now.

Holding on to his strength, Moara chased Cohen and others. As long as he eliminated this group of marines, he could raise another team, and then go to O'Hara to interpret the text.

Once everything was settled, he could die with peace of mind. He didn't want his friends to wait down there for too long.

He was about to tell them the secret he had deciphered. Just as Moara was moving forward quickly, a blue slash struck at his back and was chopped into pieces by him.

"I'm not dead yet, I can't even think of leaving here!"

Mark slowly put down his right foot, ignoring the Lan foot that was casually chopped into pieces by Moara, and spit on the ground.

Then he quickly used Lan Kick with both feet, and he kicked out blue slashes one after another. Moara's face also turned cold.

"Why don't you just lie down properly? That way you can save a small life."

Regardless of the bleeding wounds on his body, Mark staggered towards Moyara and shouted, "The justice in my heart does not allow me to do such a thing!"

Mark used his shaver to dodge Moara's slash, intending to fight in close combat. The opponent was missing a hand, and the weapon was too long, which was not conducive to close combat.

"Finger Gun"

Mark took advantage of Moara's dodge and stabbed the opponent's right waist with a finger gun.

He was about to poke the opponent, but Moara quickly avoided the blow as if he had eyes.

"Seeing the color domineering"

Mark's heart sank. He originally thought that the other party was only armed, but he didn't expect to see Wense domineering.

This thing requires more talent. Unlike armed colors, which are all bad in the new world, you can become an excellent sniper if you can master the sight colors proficiently.

An excellent sniper is a rare talent no matter where you are, but your senses are not so good when you face an enemy who knows how to detect colors.

No matter how Mark attacked Moara, he could easily dodge it. Mark looked at Moara who was strolling in the garden and suddenly remembered

Although the knowledge color can sense attacks, predict the opponent's next moves, sense the strength of living creatures, perceive the emotions and thoughts of creatures, and perceive the location and number of objects outside the field of vision, as long as the user's mood swings are too high, the user can no longer use the knowledge color. Domineering color.

He is good at talking nonsense. Mark doesn't think about whether he will be beaten to death if he angers the other person. He just wants to make the other person's disgusting ability disappear.

"You are a one-armed loser who was defeated by Gree. You have become like this and you come out to scare people. If I were you, I would just find a crooked neck tree and hang yourself."

The more Moara listened, the more angry she became. She could no longer hold on to the use of sex, and Mark opened several bloody holes in her body.

Feeling the pain in her body, Moara became even more upset after seeing that she could no longer use it. Mark was secretly happy when he saw this, and suddenly felt that the Key Immortal Dao he had practiced in his previous life was still very useful.

In the future, if you encounter such a strong person who has seen, heard, and lusted, you will directly shout "Come here" and then use dad as the basis and mom as the unit, multiply it 18 times upwards, and at least four times downwards. The relationships involved include blood relatives, close relatives, and distant relatives. cousin

Directly let the opponent dissipate his power in an instant. Unfortunately, this move has no effect on those snipers who can shoot a headshot from eight hundred miles away.

Seeing that Moara could no longer use the color mark of seeing and hearing, he stepped forward and began to beat the drowned dog. Just as he excitedly waved his fist at Moara, a bloody slash came towards him.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and he could clearly see the cruel smile on Moara's face, and he could also hear his rapidly beating heart.

"Can't die!"

A thought suddenly popped up in his mind. As the thought continued to expand, Mark felt a force pouring out of his body.

Subconsciously he crossed his hands in front of him, and after a loud noise, Mark was knocked five meters away.

Moara frowned slightly. According to his estimation, this blow should be able to cut the opponent directly into two pieces. He didn't know what went wrong. This feeling of being beyond his control made him very unhappy.