Outside the cabin has become a mess.
Several pirate who were awakened from sleep ran frantically on that deck.
Ships near and far are lit up with lights.
Others kept shouting in the dark, "What happened? What happened? "
Proto didn’t ask what happened. He pulled out his waist musket and suddenly shot at the sky. "Stop everything in a flurry."
He really looked like Planck at that moment.
In fact, an idea flashed through his mind at that time. What would Planck do if he were in such a situation?
What if it’s Chen Senran?
The deck pirates were indeed intimidated by proto’s composure.
They all looked at proto and waited for his further instructions.
"Get dressed and prepare for the war," proto said as she reached the bow.
The night wind is very cold, and the sea is already a mess.
He could already see the huge fleet of ships looming in the darkness not far away from the lights.
Tonight is destined to be a tough night.
Although proto has stabilized the situation of the Ghost Deep, the overall situation has fallen into erosion.
Before nightfall, the hastily formed battle formation has been disrupted by the sudden artillery, although proto is the leader of the nominal pirate corps.
But now the situation is that the soldiers don’t know whether they will know the soldiers or not
Looking at the vast night, proto suddenly remembered that night three years ago.
It’s the same. The raid is just as chaotic
Is this the escape from the truth?
But where am I going to escape?
"Than Gbagbo! ! ！” Proto suddenly pulled out a long knife and suddenly drink a way
"Than Gbagbo in" than Gbagbo should drink a way.
"Kill the enemy with me" proto put one foot on the ship’s rail and chopped the knife into the night.
He was afraid in the night wind when it rolled up his crazy hair.
Live happily and die regretfully.
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dim light of night
Ionia, i.
Full of cherry blossom valleys
Cherry blossoms are coming.
Robbing independence from the high eaves and looking at the houses full of Ionian East Island style, the warriors stood quietly.
"Tonight is a different night," he told him. "Many years ago, we were wandering around like a group of wild dogs, and no one looked down on us at that time."
There’s no one to talk to.
Still silent
Everyone hides himself in the dark like a group of lonely shadows.
Many years ago, when the robber was expelled from his master’s school, he ran around Ionia like a wild dog.
