Pirate: I am the great swordsman of the blood clan

Chapter 98 Support

The next morning, everyone packed up early.

Morning exercises, after breakfast.

Everyone took their supplies and boarded Bruch's spaceship ark.

Oh! The spaceship is now renamed Silver Wing.

This is Bruch's trophy and his exclusive vehicle.

Cool and powerful.

For Bruch's flying ship, Zhan Guo naturally would not let it go. When he first got it, he asked the dock to study it.

I believe that it won't be long before the navy will have an additional airship unit.

With Zhan Guo's IQ, he would naturally think of a flying army. For the pirates who can only wander on the sea, what does this mean.

But...

"Alas~"

Zhan Guo was depressed. This thing is very expensive. The cost of a spaceship is no less than 3 billion, and the construction period is very long. It takes about three years to produce one.

It is unlikely to realize his dream of a naval airship.

Zhan Guo looked at the Silver Wing that everyone boarded with some envy. He also wanted such a vehicle.

But...

He was just thinking about it.

After retirement, he hoped to be able to drive this spaceship around every day, but he hoped that the kid would not refuse.

He looked at Bruch standing on the bow deck and said:

"Boy, after arriving at Mefilia, there will naturally be people from the World Government to contact you, but, boy, you must remember that you are a navy, and there are some things that we should not do and we don't have to do."

Zhan Guo said earnestly.

Bruch nodded and waved his hand.

"Ship!"

Boom! ! !

The Silver Wing flapped the oars on both sides like silver wings and slowly flew up.

Bruch looked at the smaller and smaller Marinford and thought to himself.

"Some things? It seems that Zhan Guo has something to say!"

But...

As Zhan Guo said, he is a navy, not a member of the World Government.

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"Are you willing to be enslaved, willing to become inferior people, willing to use your flesh and blood to feed those nobles who eat meat without spitting out bones?"

"Look at you now, you can't even hold the hoe in your hand, but what about them? They eat and drink in the palace and the government every day, enjoying every day, why?"

"If you are exploited like this, does your life still have meaning? Do you have a goal?"

"Are you all numb? Have you forgotten your dreams, or have you never had a dream since you were born? Have you been born to serve those nobles?"

"It shouldn't be like this, we are all human beings, we want everyone to be equal, why can they exploit us, and we can only passively bear it, life is not like this, beauty is created by our own hands!"

"Come on! Pick up the sticks, hoes, and shovels in your hands, and join me to oppose this hateful country, overthrow these dictators, and use our hands to create a country that belongs to us, come!!! Join me!!!"

Standing in front of the crowd was a woman in red.

She wore sunglasses and a red hat, had long purple hair, a cigarette in the corner of her mouth, a skirt and a red jacket, which was a little revealing. The front of the jacket was exposed from the head to the navel, and the middle was definitely not wearing anything~~~ She carried a red flag, held it high and said: "So, what are you going to do? Die or fight? Choose your own destiny!!!" The civilians below looked at the woman in shock. These words were extremely treasonous. However, for some reason, their hearts seemed to be burning with a flame, rumbling and burning more and more vigorously. "Hero! Must someone else be the hero?" Wow! She waved the flag in her hand, bringing a strong wind, fanning the civilians below. The inner flame was burning. The civilians seemed to have seen the light and slowly straightened their spines. "You! You are your own hero!" All the civilians picked up their weapons. "Then! Go for freedom! Go fight!!!"

The woman raised the flag in her hand and waved it down vigorously.

"Hah~"

"Ah!!!"

All the civilians were boiling.

They didn't want to live like this anymore. They wanted freedom, they wanted to live a life without exploitation, they wanted...

"Bello Beti, you bastard!!!"

A dozen people in black clothes quickly surrounded Bello Beti. The leader wore a pair of black sunglasses and held a long cigarette in his mouth.

With gray-green hair, a black suit, a high nose bridge and a wide frame, and a height of nearly two meters and five meters, he looked particularly sturdy.

The woman named Bello Beti raised the flag in her hand and gritted her teeth at the dozen black-clad men in front of her.

"Diorado!!! I didn't expect it to be you this time!"

"You CP5 are really omnipresent."

Diorado took a deep breath, exhaled thick smoke, and waved his hand.

"Go ahead, capture Belo Betty first, and wait for the King's Army to arrive before we talk about the rest."

"Yes!"

A dozen men in black agreed and rushed towards Belo Betty.

"We can't let these guys hurt Lord Betty, let's go together!"

"Yes, we must not let these guys hurt Lady Betty."

When the civilians around Betty saw the man in black rushing towards Betty, they all stared angrily and beat the man in black aggressively.

When a dozen men in black saw the civilians attacking them, they rushed towards them without dodging.

With three punches and two kicks, he knocked down several civilians who rushed up.

But more and more civilians gathered around.

The hoe and stick in his hand were thrown out hard and hit the man in black.

"Hiss~"

"Don't!"

In just a few minutes, a dozen well-trained men in black were beaten to the ground by numerous civilians who surrounded him before they even got close to Betty.

Beat the master to death with random punches!

Diorado almost bit off the cigarette in his mouth.

Is this the fighting power that civilians should have?

His subordinates were all well-trained agents in CP5, but they were beaten to the ground by a group of civilians.

This is something that is simply impossible in ordinary times.

He looked at Betty with wide eyes...

Betty was looking at him with disdain, which made him very angry.

The ability to inspire fruits can actually allow civilians to exert such powerful combat power.

Is this person really the core figure of the revolutionary army?

"shave!"

Diorado flashed his figure, passed by the crowd of civilians, and hit Betty.

"Point gun!"