Pirates: I, who cultivated phantom beasts, made myself emperor

The next day, the eastern waters of the Brandy Kingdom.

There were many warships on the sea. Hundreds of warships rode the wind and waves, sailing at full speed. The sea wind roared, blowing the flags erected on all the warships.

The flags on the battleship are in three colors: red, white, and yellow, which represent the Kingdom of Doyle, the Kingdom of Brela, and the Kingdom of Vogelsac respectively.

Each battleship was filled with soldiers wearing armor, each with a serious look on his face and his eyes full of desire for battle.

They were ordered by the commander-in-chief of the World Government's army, Sora, and the three countries sent a combined army to attack the Brandy Kingdom at the same time.

As for the army's [-] troops, they are still in the rear.

They have the belief that they will win this battle.

After all, the Brandy Kingdom is only a small country, with an army of only 6 people, 30 versus 6 people. Even with your eyes closed, you can still fight this battle beautifully.

Perhaps there is no need to fight with the [-] troops at the rear.

At the front of the huge battleship fleet, three larger battleships advanced side by side. At the bow of each battleship stood proudly the generals of their respective countries.

Evan, King Doyle's general, was unusually tall, three meters tall, muscular, and his chin was split in two. He raised his telescope and could vaguely see the Brandy Kingdom fleet in front of him through the fog.

"I saw them, only ten nautical miles away at most. Two old guys, the opportunity for the three of us to make a difference has arrived."

Evan raised the corners of his mouth and laughed loudly, and then he ordered to the herald behind him: "Get ready to fight. If we go another five nautical miles, we will almost reach the range of the heavy artillery."

The herald behind him immediately conveyed the order. For a moment, all the artillerymen were busy adjusting the angles of the heavy artillery. The soldiers were wiping their weapons one by one, eager to rush forward at the next moment.

Gotha, the great general of the Kingdom of Fogelsac, was bloated and bare-chested, with two golden belts wrapped around his balloon-like belly. The fat on his body swayed rhythmically as the ship's hull swayed. He chuckled. :

"Brother Evan, it's fair for all three of us this time. It just depends on who kills more people. But I'm going to decide the old king's life. Don't take it from me, either of you!"

Evan sarcastically said: "Then let's each rely on our abilities. Killing him will save you three years of heavenly gold. Do you think I will give it to you easily?"

Walter, the general of the Kingdom of Brela, looked old, and the wrinkles on his face were piled up together, like rolling hills. Years of war made him understand that the most taboo thing in fighting is to underestimate the enemy's carelessness, otherwise he is very likely to fail. .

He said nothing, just stared at the large black shadow in front of him through the binoculars.

As time passed and the distance between the two parties became closer and closer, Walter had a bad feeling.

Evan laughed on the side and said, "I've probably never seen so many people in this Brandy Kingdom. They must have been scared to death by us. Just floating motionless on the sea, aren't you looking for death?"

The fat general Gotha laughed and said: "I used to hear that Brandy's General Dori was brave and resourceful, but now it seems that he is just a waste. I think that we may not be able to fight later, and the other side will surrender directly."

After saying that, the two of them laughed at the same time, and the laughter resounded across the sea.

"No, something is wrong with the situation. Didn't you notice that the other side is too calm? It's almost abnormal."

Walter held the telescope, looked forward, and suddenly said loudly.

Gotha smiled and said: "What's the matter? I must be desperate. To be honest, if it were me, facing 30 enemies, I might surrender faster than him."

Evan, the general of the Doyle Kingdom, snorted coldly, "As long as they don't hang up the white flag, we will fight to death."

Old General Walter said: "That's not true, their flag is black."

"That's so scary. The whole army listens to the order, takes aim, and is ready to fire at any time!" Evan yelled, and all the soldiers in the Kingdom of Doyle immediately entered a state of war preparation.

Fat General Gotha also issued the same order with a smile. The artillery ammunition and most of the heavy artillery for their battle were provided free of charge by the World Government.

When the old general Walter raised his hand, the herald behind him had a clear understanding and turned around to issue the same order.

The red sun rises slowly on the seaside in the distance, shining on the sea, and the sky gradually becomes brighter.

The battleships of the Brandy Kingdom gradually became clearer. A long formation formed on the vast sea. Dozens of battleships lined up in a line, like a tall city wall, guarding the Brandy Island behind them.

"No, they have the wrong number. There are definitely more than 6 people!"

Old General Walter's expression changed and he shouted loudly.

General Evan of the Kingdom of Doyle and General Gotha of the Kingdom of Brela also had serious expressions on their faces. They also discovered this. At this time, through the telescope, they could clearly see the soldiers who were waiting on the battleships.

Those Brandy soldiers all had serious faces. They didn't look like they were ready to surrender. Instead, they looked vaguely arrogant.

What can they be proud of?

General Evan put down his telescope, his eyes cold, "It looks like there are at least more than 12 people, but even so, we still have twice their strength, and the advantage is still huge."

"The Kingdom of Brandy is hidden quite deep, and there are so many soldiers." General Gotha's eyes were solemn, knowing that he could not be as relaxed as he thought before.

General Evan looked at the long line of battleships in front of him and judged the distance of the artillery launch in his mind. He took a deep breath and shouted:

"Everyone listen to the order, light the fire, and prepare to fire!"

Fat General Gotha immediately issued the same order.

Suddenly, torches were lit all around the artillery on dozens of warships, and hundreds of flames rose and fluttered in the wind.

The angle of the artillery had been adjusted long ago. As long as the fuse was lit, the artillery shells would be fired immediately. All the artillerymen held their breath and waited for the final order to launch.

Only the old general Walter was still observing the enemy with telescopes. He always felt that something was wrong. The opponent was obviously at a disadvantage in this war, but why were those soldiers so calm?

The leading general can pretend to be calm and confident, but the calmness of tens of thousands of soldiers at the same time cannot be a disguise.

So, where do they rely?

Are there any reinforcements nearby that they don't know about?

Walter immediately looked around, and even looked behind them. Under the clear sky, the sea was endless, and there would be no ambush at all.

The two sides are getting closer and closer, General Evan's arms have been raised high, and experienced artillerymen know that they will soon enter the optimal shooting range.

But the old general Walter felt even more uneasy. Inadvertently, his eyes glanced at the black flag that he had ignored for a long time. The three swords on the flag were crossed.

wrong!

But he clearly remembered that there was a white wine bottle in the middle of the brandy flag.

His expression suddenly changed, and he shouted hurriedly: "Stop, stop it immediately, if you don't want to die, don't fire!"