Pirates: The Strongest Vice Admiral In History

South Blue.

After half a year of fighting, the "Third Legion" has successively captured many unclaimed lands that were occupied by pirates or caught in huge wars.

Although South Blue is even weaker than East Blue, known as the "weakest sea" in certain fields, the oppression of classes and the greed of human nature do not distinguish between regions.

"Craig, remember your duty, you are a soldier, obedience is your duty!"

"Even if you think the current order is wrong, you must complete it meticulously, and think about it later!"

"This is an iron law in our army, and no one can violate it, including yourself!"

The head of the peace round table army, Craig, charged forward under the gunfire, recalling the harshest words that man had said to him when he handed over the army to him.

Before coming to South Blue, Chief of Staff Balmond specifically told him that South Blue was different from East Blue.

"Our time is running out, so South Blue's policy is completely different from East Blue's. We need to rule there more quickly, and the spread of 'ideas' can only be left after peace is achieved!"

Deter and rule by force!

This made Craig have some doubts in his heart, but as he promised back then, he would keep his doubts in his heart.

It is his mission to carry out orders completely and thoroughly.

Boom! !

The huge city gate was shattered by his shoulder armor, and the pirates on the top of the city looked at Craig, who was bathed in blood, all showing horrified expressions.

Is that human being·······

"Bombardment!"

A shout sounded from a distance.

A cannonball arrives in an instant.

boom! !

The shell exploded on Craig.

"Kill that monster!!"

This guy, starting from Binhai City, has been leading people to charge forward, and every time he breaks through the city gate.

Stories about him are now making many nations in South Blue uneasy.

In the smoke, a faint golden light flashed.

Craig is trembling...

The moment the shell hit him just now, he subconsciously used his newly acquired "ability" to defend.

but·······

"Sir" specially sent an order, unless he was in a life-or-death crisis, he was not allowed to expose his "ability" in front of others.

If exposed... Erase all witnesses!

Craig looked back with difficulty.

Fortunately... the subordinates are still fighting the enemy outside the door.

So·······

"He...he's perfectly fine...impossible!"

Craig flipped the gloves on his hands, and the sharp fingertips popped out.

This is a weapon that Mr. forged for him, and he rarely uses it.

Boom!

A pirate's head burst open like a watermelon.

"Block the city gate!"

After Craig shouted violently, he rushed into the group of pirates without waiting for his subordinates to respond.

Two hours later, Craig appeared from the main street opposite the city gate.

After waving to his subordinates, Craig walked to the edge of the moat and jumped down.

Numerous pieces of minced meat and offal pieces of unknown composition floated up from the surface of the water.

The surface of the water became dark red and cloudy.

"Boom!"

At the bottom of the river, Craig hammered his chest angrily.

why so careless...

······

Fourteen years ago, Craig was locked in an iron cage like a beast as usual.

A slave of his stature was liked by many.

In the past more than ten years, he has been resold repeatedly, sometimes for mining, sometimes for war, and sometimes simply as a beast like a cat or dog.

No... In fact, in many noble homes, he did not live as well as cats and dogs, and even his food was far inferior to cats and dogs.

He didn't know where he came from. In the depths of his memory were only the sound of gunfire, chopping and killing, and crying.

When he was young, he knew how to quietly follow the rebels or pirates, moving between various battlefields

Because wherever they pass, they can always find some "eatable things".

Although those things may be covered in mud and plasma.

After several years of being a "ghoul" in the ruins of the war, he gradually grew older and more hungry.

He was finally discovered while following a pirate.

When the pirates first saw this outrageously strong guy, there was a little hesitation and nervousness.

They later discovered that this figure... was just a teenager!

And he was a very timid boy.

The ecstatic pirates immediately made a guest appearance as a slave trader.

In this way, Craig began his career as a slave.

What is more uncomfortable than stepping on mines on the battlefield is being a pet in a noble's house.

Because most of them can still eat a full meal before going to the battlefield.

And when he was a pet in a noble's house, he didn't know whether it was the common bad taste of the nobles, or he was worried that he would violently hurt others.

All the nobles gave him very little food.

So more often he is eager to be sold to the army or a pirate ship.

At least you can eat something...

The last resold destination was exactly the battlefield he had hoped for.

It was also difficult for the huge iron cage to completely accommodate his body, so he could only curl up inside.

"When will we be able to eat..."

Just as Craig hugged his knees and endured the scorching hunger in his stomach, there was a faint cry from the deck.

But it soon calmed down.

"Has anyone been caught again... Alas..."

Despite years of his own slavery, Craig felt sympathy for others when they were captured.

Especially those women...

He rarely saw a woman who could get off the pirate ship or a noble family alive...

Tread...

Tread...

Ok? Only one footstep, and so smooth?

Craig couldn't lift his head up, he could only forcefully lift his chin and move his eyes slightly upward.

A teenager with a knife walked up to him and opened the lock, then walked towards the other cages.

The slaves were released one by one.

"Is there anyone who can sail a boat?"

Although they were released, no one dared to move, and some even stayed in the cage and dared not come out.

After two breaths, a trembling voice sounded: "My lord... I am a fisherman..."

The boy nodded: "Go to the helm and sail eastward. The food is in the cabin on the second floor. You can eat a little in moderation. If you eat too much, your body won't be able to afford it."

After speaking, the boy walked up to the deck with the knife in his hand.

The slaves looked at each other, but no one dared to go up.

Finally a hungry Craig poked his head cautiously from the deck.

Even Greg, who had been a "ghoul" on the battlefield since he was a child, was a little surprised when he saw the scene on the deck.

There are human heads all over the place, and none of the pirates have their heads on their necks.

A large amount of blood was rippling with the shaking of the ship, the white-haired boy sat on the bow and glanced at him, then turned his gaze elsewhere.

Seeing him hesitant to speak, the young man raised his chin towards the cabin behind him:

"The food is in the cabin, tell them to come up and have something to eat."