Pirate God-Level Reporter

“Task Status:

Mission content: expose the truth of the Alabastan incident and minimize the losses of the kingdom of Alabastan in the civil war.

Mission time frame: 30 days

Current task completion: 50%”

Just when the news published in the second newspaper quickly spread throughout the country.

Ping Xiaozheng was lying leisurely on the deck, looking at the task panel that had reached half completion, and at the same time received a second reward from the system.

In addition to free attribute points and survival points, this time Ping Xiao drew skills again and actually got a set of combined skills, that is, the famous physical skill in the pirate world – Six Styles!

“Six Styles: Shaving, Iron, Paper Painting, Moon Step, Arashi Foot, Finger Gun, the collective name of these six moves, is a physical technique that surpasses the limits of human physical strength. Extremely powerful and extremely practical. ”

After reading the skill introduction, Pingxiao reached out with satisfaction and took the scroll in Little Tangerine’s hand.

It was still the same as last time, at the same time that the scroll disappeared into Ping Xiao’s palm, Ping Xiao had masterfully comprehended the six styles.

“Host state

Name: Borgia Pingxiao

Grade: Bronze

Survival Points: 5300

Assignable attribute points: 0

Physique: 232

Power: 178

Speed: 196

Skills: Juhe, Six Styles

Domineering: Unawakened

Item: Red Snow Left Text”

Clenched his fist, felt the strong power in his body, smiled lightly, and closed the attribute panel.

With Ping Xiao’s current strength, even if he is facing Klockdar head-on, Ping Xiao is not afraid at all, and he is definitely capable of fighting.

Now you can start planning for the next step.

His gaze fell on the sea in the distance, and Ping Xiao touched his chin thoughtfully.

……

Rebel army stronghold.

Because the drought in Juba was getting worse and worse, there was simply not enough water, so a few days ago, the rebel leader Kosha decided to lead everyone to move and stationed in Katelea, where the water supply was relatively abundant.

With the arrival of the second newspaper, the hearts of the people, who had gradually stabilized, became restless again.

More and more rebel soldiers felt that they had wronged the king and fell into deep self-remorse, and rebel soldiers left almost every day.

And Kosha, who had decided to repair here for a few days and set off for the capital, was surprisingly silent these days.

The order to leave was delayed, and various rumors began to appear in the camp, and the rebel soldiers became even more puzzled.

Until this day, hundreds of people poured to the door of Kosha’s room.

“What do you want to do!?” Farafola, who had been guarding Kosha’s door, stopped the men and asked in a deep voice.

“We’re going to see the chief! We have questions for him! One of the rebel soldiers at the head was frightened, but plucked up the courage to speak.

“Nope! The chief said that if he does not come out, no one can enter! Farafola glanced at the soldier and said expressionlessly.

Looking at the tall and burly Farafola, some rebel soldiers suddenly flinched and retreated.

“We suspect that the leader has selfish intentions in this uprising! We must meet the chief! But more people were reluctant to leave, and directly pulled their necks and shouted.

“What did you say!?” Farafla glared at the soldiers, anger surging in his eyes.

“Yes – it was the chief who led us to the uprising! But now-” The leading soldier shrank for a moment, but still stammered: “We suspect that the leader has ulterior motives, he is from the Baroque studio!” ”

“Bastard! Actually said such a thing! Farafola raised his fist in anger and was about to strike down at the soldier in front of him.

The soldier had no intention of fighting back, and although his forehead was already covered in cold sweat, he still stood in place, waiting for Farafola to fight down.

“Stop!”

At this time, a peaceful voice came from the room behind Farafola, and with the sound of footsteps, the door “creaked” open, and Kosha slowly walked to stand in front of the crowd.

“Chief!”

Suddenly, the surrounding soldiers shouted respectfully, and the momentum of the previous crowd suddenly froze.

“Chief, this guy actually dares-” Farafola lowered his fist angrily, his eyes still staring fiercely at the soldier in front of him.

Kosha waved his hand, signaling Farafla not to get too excited, and then looked at the many soldiers in front of him, his eyes calm, not knowing what he was thinking.

At this time, more and more soldiers had gathered here, and people looked at Kousha uneasily, not knowing how Kousha would deal with this incident.

“Do you suspect that I led the uprising because I wanted to be king?” For a long time, Kou Sha looked at the soldiers in front of him and asked lightly.

“The newspapers said that the drought in the country was a conspiracy. The rebellion was planned by an organization called the Baroque Work Society. One of the rebel soldiers bowed his head and whispered.

“Yes, that’s exactly what the newspaper said, and it also said a lot of doubts.” Kosha nodded and said slowly.

“But—” As he said this, Kosha looked around and said word by word, “What are you uprising!?” ”

The rebel soldiers stopped talking, everyone bowed their heads in silence, and the air was quiet.

“Did you revolt because you wanted to follow me?! Or which of you revolted because of my incitement? Kosha continued to ask.

Still no one spoke, all the rebel soldiers were silent for a moment, and the previous anger dissipated in Kosha’s short questioning.

“You didn’t revolt for me! You are for this country, for the salvation of this weary nation from the king! Kosha said as he walked slowly into the crowd.

Now there were too many soldiers gathered at the scene to count, but no one dared to look at Kousha, and wherever Kousha went, everyone automatically gave way to the road.

“Whatever the truth is, you can only know it after you arrive in Albana!” Kosha stood in the center of the crowd and continued to speak.

“We are all gathered here for a common goal, and we want to save this country!”

When he said this, Kosha closed his eyes, and his father’s old face appeared in his mind.

Kosha’s father, Toto, still insists on believing in the king’s innocence, digging the ground in Juba day and night in search of water.

Kosha gritted his teeth hard, suppressed the complicated emotions that suddenly surged in his heart, and said firmly: “Now, I am going to Albana!” ”

“If you don’t want to believe me, you can leave now!” But—” Kosha mounted his war horse, looked at the black-pressed crowd around him, and said in a loud voice: “Even if I were alone, I would go to Albana!” ”

After that, Kosha rode towards the outside of the camp.

Farafola pulled a horse and silently followed Kosha as the first to follow him.

Kebi, a rebel cadre, became the second and left after Kosha.

Soon, there was a third, a fourth….

Finally, the whole camp boiled over, and people stepped on horseback and left after Kosha.

“We are going to save this country!”

“Know the truth no matter what!”

The rebel soldiers drank loudly, and the tide gathered behind Kosha and rushed in the direction of Albana.