"My money is the money in our country’s treasury, and it’s also me. Do you want to give it to others after you receive the money in my pocket?" Jun frantically lowered his voice for fear of being heard.
Rong Xiao smiled and saw your madness. "You are not as good as the sound."
"I think I’d better forget it. I’m not interested in flirting with a Chinese man who is taller than me." You left the pie mouth.
"Whatever, but you said that the money was given to others. How can I remember that you seemed to say that every world is your land and people are yours? How can you become someone else?"
"Yes, it’s all what I want to reduce consumption." Jun crazy eloquently rounded his absurd roots without melting what Xiao thought.
Rong Xiao Nai, after all, he is a rough man, and he can’t tell the truth. He can say whatever he likes, and he can listen to it and argue that this kind of thing is not suitable for him.
See fleet has Shui Jun crazy gathered the smile began to tell melt shaw after all kinds of matters, two people split up.
The ancient people seem to be quite well prepared. In the early morning, all the energetic boats were noisy all the way, and some people howled and vented their high spirits.
Jun Kuang watched Rong Xiao follow his own fleet to protect each other all the way.
The main ship, the largest of the two brothers in the Hai family, is a escort ship, and no formation has been specially designed. Each ship is equipped with a small boat that is more convenient for movement.
Shui Ying’s emissary and Huo Ying’s emissary are not in the camp, nor are they crazy. Small white ink around them is also out of sight, which is the enemy. At present, almost everyone’s attention is focused on the ancient clan and their main ship, so they are not very interested.
The speed of the boat is very fast, and in a short time, it can be clearly seen that the ancient fleet of the same size is even closer. The difference is that there are mostly one or two people wearing boats on this side of the world. And each ancient boat carries three or five people.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, are you all alone? You just want to fight with us with a few people." The first ship, a burly ancient clan raised its halberd and shouted.
Nobody spoke to him.
The ancient clan felt ashamed and spat bitterly, urging their companions to approach early.
"There’s something in the water," his companion woke up and said.
This ancient clan scorned the cold hum and pierced the floating thing on the water surface with a halberd. When it was picked up, it looked like a skin, and it smelled oily and smelly. He abandoned it in disgust.
Similarly, there are quite a few such skins floating on the water surface, and a lot of black and red liquid is smudged on the sea surface. At the same time, the sea is wide and the flag is raised to signal the withdrawal of the small boat department. At the same time, the boat is crowded, and soon a group of people take bows and others take torches aside.
"Ha, ha, ha, turtle is scared, right?" The ancient clan is even more proud to move forward while shouting and cursing.
They were so excited that they were suddenly confused by the horn coming from behind.
"Mom, how can you retreat at such a good time?"
"What the hell is a Terran bow and arrow tickling? Even our fur can’t be hurt and we’re afraid of an egg."
"No matter what, kill him first. It’s fun for hundreds of people."
It is the ancient clan who, like the angry horn, still reminds me over and over again that there are many good manners and starts to contact the evacuation instructions of the major countries, and they must not disobey them, otherwise they would be dead.
All the ancient tribes have curses and regrets, but after all, they are the bottom-level fighters, and they can beat their whole ship with a slap in the face. No matter how stupid they are, they know that at least they have to die against the Terran instead of being dealt with in violation of orders, but they are wronged enough to die.
Seeing that the ancient clan quickly retreated, Hai Xiangkuan asked the flag-bearer to play the banner of staying put. Here, the fleet formation against the ancient clan gradually spread out into a half-moon shape as if to form an encirclement, and there seemed to be more skins floating, but the ancient clan seemed to have orders not to puncture these skins.
The ancient clan’s bottom-level combat power may not know that their class tried to fire the riverside city full of lamp oil skins, but was caught by Shui Ying and Huo Ying. It is precisely because of this that the ancient clan layer was frightened by these floating water skins and immediately ordered to withdraw.
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After the ancient clan retreated, the head of the ship shrank back. Before Jun Kuang had already explained that they were a deterrent to the ancient clan not to attack, they could rest. Now that half of the encirclement has been formed, they have come to an end. Everything seems to be calculated by Jun Kuang.
This makes everyone admire Jun Kuang, a leader they are not familiar with.
Rong Xiao Zongmen rationed Yin Yu to tell you about the sea situation, and your crazy mind moved to the fleet side. His expression was light and he looked down at the noisy ancient fleet.
How’s everything ready? Are there any casualties? You sound crazy and ask the water shadow messenger.
A former shadow slave was slightly injured and has been cured. Everything is ready. Shui Ying made the reply quite confident.
Jun Kuang is quite satisfied with the efficiency of his own film maker. After all, his film maker is different from his lazy cancer in efficiency, so let’s start with his high ability.
After the retreat of the ancient clan, the boats lined up in disorder, and everyone except the boatman returned to the main ship of the ancient clan. The deck area of the boat was large enough for them to get together for a meeting.
When all the ancient people either kicked the railings or gathered around the stairs to ask about cold feet and complained that they couldn’t kill the enemy, no one found that those left-behind people of small and medium-sized ships near the building ship had died quietly.
Chapter one hundred and seventy Attack the army of fire before and after
It was not until the ancients discovered that two medium-sized ships caught fire in succession that they realized that something was wrong.
However, they want to break their heads, but people have been looking around, and they have not found a terran invading the water. How can these two medium-sized ships catch fire?
Not only that, several other medium-sized ships also caught fire one after another, and the ancient clan couldn’t sit still, so the captains returned to the ship
All the ancient tribes returned to their own ships, and one medium-sized ship was damaged more than half, which could not cause other ships to be damaged to varying degrees. Although remedial measures were taken, there was a problem that always troubled them. There was no sign of struggle in the ship, and every dead ancient tribe had its neck broken and was vigorously twisted.
At that time, the ancient clan was flustered, and the news summary and incident investigation should always prevent the Terran from suddenly attacking. The original emotional state of the ancient clan slipped more than one level within an hour.
"It’s really a pity that you can think of it." Rong Xiaoxiao took a look at Jun Kuang. "When the oil-filled skin was handed over to the ship, the shadow slaves fled into the ship’s shadow, and then the ancient clan was lax in running the army and the ship arrangement was irregular. All kinds of objects swam in the shadow and finally swam behind the ancient clan and broke their necks neatly."
It’s because of Jun Kuang’s crazy choice of this way that the ancient clan was caught off guard and wouldn’t stay behind to wear clothes. The ancient clan didn’t even have a natural reaction or a chance to resist, and it’s reasonable for the two armies to concentrate on fighting against this elusive enemy spirit at this juncture.
"That’s me, at least I’m also a great emperor." Jun shrugged his shoulders wildly, and it ended his expectation.
"But now the two armies are isolated areas formed by a lamp oil. Isn’t that that the ancient clan can’t pass and we can’t pass?" Rong Xiao still couldn’t understand how the crazy brain turned.
Jun Kuang smiled and pointed to the isolation belt and said to Rong Xiao, "Oil will smudge like this."
"It’s not lamp oil." Melting Xiao was surprised and sniffed the faint smell in the air carefully. He didn’t lose his heart. "Too thief" was added with chicken manure dye. The taste was really wonderful, but there was still a gap compared with the real lamp oil. On the one hand, they didn’t know it. On the other hand, they had no mining experience. On the other hand, they had a strong sense of smell, which could make them feel uncomfortable. How could they go to smell it specially?
"I’m not stupid. If I lit the lamp oil on the spot, it’s a good thing I didn’t. Sooner or later, it will be pushed back by the waves, and the pit will not be one of our own." Jun said with laughter, "Besides, I don’t need to be here."
"I really sit up and take notice of you on this matter." Rong Xiao silently gave a thumbs up.
"All right, just turn a blind eye. Anyway, it means that we are not considerate together. I hope you will excuse me a lot."
"You’d better make fun of me less." Rong Xiao smiled very brightly.
The sun has risen, but the ancient people have already lost their previous fighting spirit. One hour later, some of them were killed one after another, and even a few people had their necks tilted and their eyes turned white or their chests and bellies were punctured, and they were exhausted. They were shrouded in the shadow of the enemy, and they were exhausted in a short time.
"The shadow messenger must be the shadow messenger". Finally, an ancient clan was able to react and look up at them. "Look, it must be him when the mad emperor comes."
"Don’t panic" A man dressed in a purple-black robe stamped his boat board, and his appearance was covered by a hood. His voice was a little low. He deliberately lowered his voice. He looked up slightly and looked crazy, then bowed his head and "retreated". What kind of battle did he fight without morale?