Domineering Pirate King

The situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly, one second, because of the fall of Oz, the pirates are very hostile to the navy, and their morale has increased greatly, pressing the navy to fight, and the next second, the navy has released its reserve forces to suppress the ferocious pirates with a numerical advantage.

This continued for some time, and the pirates and the navy were on par, and the situation on the battlefield seemed to have reached a balance.

But the closer you get to the balance, the more terrifying it feels.

Especially the commanders of the two armies, Whitebeard and Marshal Sengoku.

Standing on a high place, these two people could naturally see something else more than the subordinates below who were fighting each other.

To be honest, this battlefield is not a picture that Whitebeard and the Sengoku Marshal want to see, they originally thought that their side would have the advantage.

Whitebeard's side came to the base camp of the navy, and there was no advantage in numbers at all, not to mention that the pirate fleet under his command was blocked by thirty warships outside the harbor.

On the navy's side, the original highest combat power, the three major generals, became extremely passive because of a sudden arrival of the Straw Hat Pirates, and the forcibly summoned King Qiwuhai and Evakov and others from the deep sea prison fought together.

Although the navy has a numerical advantage, the pirates in the Whitebeard Pirates are all brave and good at fighting, and it is not a problem to block a hundred or a thousand with one.

"Whew, it can't go on like this!" the bow of the Moby Dick, Whitebeard's gaze swept across the battlefield, and he couldn't help but frown.

Maruk on the side asked, "Daddy, do you have any instructions?"

"How's it going outside the harbor?" asked Whitebeard.

"Everything is going well, Oz broke through the harbor before, and now everyone is concentrating on breaking through that place, I believe it will be here soon!" Maruk stared at Oz who fell in the distance, clenching his fists.

Whitebeard listened, and a glint flashed in his eyes: "This way makes me very uncomfortable, that bastard of the Warring States will not let the battlefield be so boring! Maluk, convey my order to those fools in the harbor, and concentrate your firepower to destroy the surrounding warship phalanx!"

Listening to Whitebeard's words, Maluk seemed to recognize something, his face straightened, and he put aside his hatred for the navy for the time being, used his ability, vibrated the blue flame wings, and immediately did as his father instructed.

On the side of the execution table, the pheasant who was originally sitting on the Taishi's chair to rest disappeared at some point.

"Oh, hey, in the organization of the navy, there is no way to do this, after all, I am just a sailor, I must obey my superiors, obey orders and obey commands!" A lazy figure walked in the deserted street, "It's just that sometimes, some special means are still very necessary, after all, this is a war between the Navy Headquarters and one of the Four Emperors, and one of the four emperors may lose if you are not careful!"

Outside the harbor, a burly man in a trench coat carried a long knife and fought out of the encirclement of the navy, he stretched out his tongue and head, Tian removed the blood on the blade, revealing snow-white fangs, Skuyad looked at the collapsed cement wall and smiled: "Hehe, Oz really did us a great favor!"

Outside the harbor, Skuyard didn't know that Oz had been defeated, and he thought that Oz was showing his might in the harbor, beating the navy all over the ground!

"Ace, wait, I'm coming!"

Skuyad thrust his knife back into its scabbard and walked towards the crumbling wall.

"Snort!"

An icy chill rushed from all directions, and before Skuyard could react, a thick wall of ice suddenly appeared in front of him, and the cold air overflowed, and the breath of death permeated him.

"It's ......" Skuyard's face became unsightly, cold sweat kept breaking out on his forehead, and in an instant, sweat covered his trench coat.

"Can we have a good chat?" came a lazy but unwavering voice.

Skuyad's legs were so heavy that he couldn't move. _

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