Feng Xiongchang was wearing golden armor and carrying a golden spiritual sword on his waist. He was sitting on his big mink chair. He looked at the deck with gloomy eyes, where his pirates and captive slaves were fighting in a melee. The corners of his mouth were twitching slightly.
Every time a prisoner dies, it means losing a lot of gold, silver and jewelry, which makes him feel heartache.
"Brothers, kill! Even if you die in battle, you will not be slaves!"
Among the captives, a prisoner in blue shirt shouted sharply, and with a spiritual stick in his hand, he frantically smashed it towards a pirate holding a spear in front of him!
"Bang!"
The pirate holding a spear was stabbing an unarmed civilian prisoner through the chest with all his strength. Before he could take out his spear, he was hit in the head by the spiritual stick.
The pirate suddenly felt dizzy and had no strength to take out his spear, so he fell straight on the deck.
"go to hell!!"
The prisoner who had just been stabbed by the pirate's spear was a friend of the Qingshan prisoner, and they were all slaves who were tricked into coming to this ship. Originally, they had a close personal relationship, and during this period of time they shared life and death on the pirate ship, they were already in a sincere relationship with each other.
Brothers.
The green-shirted warrior was filled with anger, knocked the spear pirate to the ground with a stick, and stamped it down hard with his foot.
He didn't remember how many feet he stepped on, each foot was a force of one or two hundred pounds, and he immediately trampled the spear pirate into a pulp.
"puff!"
A dagger stabbed into the abdomen of the prisoner in blue shirt.
The prisoner in blue shirt did not dodge, he spit out a mouthful of blood, held back the severe pain in his abdomen, and stared ferociously at the pirate who stabbed him in the abdomen with his red eyes.
The pirate holding the dagger felt vaguely that something was not good, but the opponent was hit by his sword. Although it was not fatal immediately, it was still seriously injured, and at least his combat effectiveness would be greatly reduced.
Before the dagger pirate could draw his dagger, he felt his dagger being grabbed by the blue-shirted prisoner.
"Even if I die, I will still support you!"
The green-shirted prisoner grabbed the pirate's dagger and pulled it hard. A stream of blood spurted out, splashing on the pirate's face, and he bit him fiercely.
"What the hell! Why is his strength suddenly so great! It's obviously the early stage of body training, but he actually exploded with such great strength!"
The pirate's face changed slightly.
A warrior who is not even in the middle stage of body refining dares to snatch the dagger from his hand even though he is seriously injured. This is simply asking for death!
"go to hell!"
The pirate suddenly kicked him hard, hitting the blue-shirted prisoner in the abdomen.
"Hmm~~"
The green-robed prisoner groaned and was kicked nearly two to three feet away, and the blood gushing from his abdomen sprayed for several feet.
"Finally freed...!"
The green-robed warrior closed his eyes, flew out, and fell hard on the deck.
“Hmph, you’re trying to block a car with your arms, you’re overestimating your own capabilities!!”
The pirate waved the dagger in his hand several times and glanced contemptuously at the body of the blue-shirted prisoner, looking for his next target.
The lives of captives are just like a piece of grass and can be wiped out at will. Who makes them slaves?
"Brother, wake up!"
The prisoner in Qingshan died. Immediately, several prisoners gathered around him, shouting loudly and crying.
"Asshole! I'm going to kill you!"
Then, one of the rugged captives grabbed the spiritual stick of the Qing-shirted prisoner and ran towards the dagger pirate with great momentum.
"clang!"
The short sword blocked a blow from the long stick, causing a string of sparks to strike.
"It does have some strength!"
The pirate was taken aback and quickly judged that the opponent's strength was roughly the same as his.
After a fight, the probability of victory and defeat is half.
This rugged man was filled with rage and wanted revenge. In his rage, his strength was much stronger than normal. At the same time, this was also the time when a warrior was most likely to expose his vulnerabilities.
The dagger pirate didn't want to try.
Against such a ragtag group of people, victory or defeat has already been determined, so why put his life on the line for such a half-chance.
The pirate immediately retreated, escaped into the melee on the deck, and continued to look for other weaker prisoners. Only by facing weaker prisoners could he be sure of victory.
"Coward, where are you running?!"
When the rugged man saw the pirate trying to escape, he immediately rushed over to chase him.
"A slave dares to be so arrogant and is looking for death!"
A deep, cold voice sounded from behind the rough man.
Hearing this, the rough man's hair suddenly stood on end, and a chill ran down his spine.
The big man wanted to retreat, but it was too late.
A black-clothed pirate thrust out his sword, and a white light shot through the air, quickly stabbing the rough man in the back.
"Bah~!"
The rugged man's clothes were torn apart and his sword energy was all over his body. He couldn't help but close his eyes in despair and wait for death.
"clang!"
A crisp sword cry reached the ears of the black-clothed pirate, and the sound was harsh. The concussive force from the sharp sword in his hand made the black-clothed pirate's arm numb.
He looked up suddenly.
A swordsman in white appeared, his white clothes fluttering, and he looked extraordinary.
Gao Jian saved the rough man, glanced at the pirate in black, and stopped looking at him. The pirate in black was no match for him at all.
On the battlefield on the deck, the prisoners relied on their numbers to barely resist the pirates' violent attack, but the defeat was already obvious.
The other warriors, including Mo Ling, Li Ruofeng, Lin Zhi, etc., also rushed to the most intense battle on the deck and joined the battle group.
Their group of twenty or thirty warriors were all brutally killed on the island and by the tide of sea beasts. Those who survived were much better than the other prisoners in terms of martial arts and joint attack coordination.
Although the defeat of the captives could not be reversed, the casualties of the pirates obviously began to increase, with three or four pirates killed almost in a matter of seconds.
"This group of warriors should be the warriors who were captured on the raft a few days ago!"
Captain Feng suddenly frowned.
These pirates were his brothers who had been wandering the sea with him all year round. This was more painful to him than the death or injury of prisoners.
"These people are quite capable! Take them down with the five Tunu guards!"
Captain Feng snorted coldly.
Beside his seat, five black-clothed warriors, almost ignored by everyone, were half-kneeling on the ground.
These five people are not his subordinates, nor are they ordinary pirates, but his "private property" slaves, descendants of East China Sea native slaves bought at a high price from a big family in Kyushu Continent.
These slaves from the East China Sea have lived on the islands for generations and are extremely powerful. After being captured by warriors, they are sold to wealthy families on the Kyushu continent, with the men serving as slaves and the women serving as maids.
The descendants of these native slaves have also been domestic slaves for generations, and have spent a lot of money to train as their master's guards and attendants.
These slaves are simple-minded and don't have many ideas, so they are very suitable to be loyal guards. Even if they become top warriors and peerless masters, they will not be dissatisfied with their masters like other warriors.
"Yes, Master!"
The five native slave guards nodded and accepted the order and stood up. When they were not moving, they were almost undetectable. When they moved, a fierce murderous aura that only high-level warriors could have suddenly rose into the sky.
On the deck, the prisoners suddenly changed their expressions. Before, it was these five local slaves who took action, causing heavy losses to some high-level warriors among them.