Summoner of Pirate World

Fesmok Island is a small island located in the northern part of the East China Sea. It has a permanent population of only a few hundred and is quiet and peaceful.

Several children were playing and chasing each other on the path, and the old village chief, who had limited mobility, shouted something with a straight face.Aunt Mei, the owner of the hotel, smiled sweetly in front of the door.

No quarrels, no chaos, just decades of peace, this is the most precious thing about this island.

And today, this peace was finally broken by the arrival of a group of people.

The sea breeze blows across the sea, bringing a hint of the salty smell of the sea. The sun is just right, and the beach is reflected in a dazzling golden color.The shallow waves are layered one on top of another, sparkling and dazzling in the sun.

The mast of a merchant ship gradually emerged from the distant sea level.

This is a remote town, basically isolated from the outside world, with little trade and self-sufficiency.Because it is not on the waterway, few fleets pass through this place for repair and purchase.

The children who were playing stopped at the beach and looked curious when they saw the sailboats in the distance.

This is a rare novelty for them.

On a merchant ship in the distance, a sailor closed one eye on the lookout and carefully observed Tabrock with a monocular. After a while, he lowered his head and shouted to his companions on the deck: "Safe, there is no navy." , and there are no other pirates.”

After hearing the affirmative answer, Vice Captain Crubb stared at the clearly visible island in the distance with his deep eyes, raised his big hand and waved.

"Raise the flag"

With a shout from his men, the sailor under the mast excitedly pulled a rope tied to the mast, and a simple flag slowly rose.

On the beach, a boy of about eleven or twelve years old squinted his eyes, as if curious about the strange pattern on the white flag that suddenly appeared.

"Pirate" he suddenly shouted.

"What are those murderous pirates?" The companion looked in disbelief.

"Quick, we must send the news back to the village," the boy said, and immediately ran away towards the village.

The island is very small, with an area of ​​only a dozen square kilometers. With the strength of the boy's feet, he can run back to the village in just a few minutes.

"No, no, no, the pirates are coming." The boy's clear voice penetrated the thin wooden wall.

They shouted as they ran, and people who heard the shouts came out. They looked at each other and communicated with each other, quickly making the quiet island lively.

Suddenly, a figure that was not majestic but very majestic stood in front of the boy.

"What's going on? It's so frizzy." The old village chief said with a straight face.

"Village Chief, something bad has happened, pirates are coming."

The old village chief's expression turned serious, and then he said seriously: "This is not a joke."

"I'm telling the truth. I was playing at the beach with Carrot Head just now, and I saw a pirate ship appearing on the sea level in the distance. I guess it's about to break down now."

The old village chief's face was not very pretty. Although he usually had such a serious face, he now clearly gave off a very angry look.

It's okay to be angry, just angry.

Perhaps it was because of the anger that the hard-won peace had been broken, or the helpless anger about what was about to happen next.

"The old people and children go to the back mountain, the men stay, Carlo, Zina, connect all the kerosene and wine barrels to the fire line," the old village chief shouted loudly.

"Village chief, this is it." The boy suddenly had a bad premonition.

"If the village cannot be saved, even if it is destroyed, it will never be left to the enemy." The village chief's eyes turned red, and there was a hint of determination in his voice.

After hearing this, the boy's panic calmed down, and he felt determined. He immediately ran away to help the adults.

The village chief's words were still effective, and everyone who received the instructions began to prepare to move.

Because of time constraints, I could only pick up iron tools such as kitchen knives and frying spoons, which could be used as cooking utensils and for self-defense at critical moments.

As for valuable things, they don't exist on this island because they basically have no need for money.

Ten minutes later, several young adults had connected the fire line and quickly ran to the village chief.

"Village chief, it's done."

"Okay, let's go."

At this time, by the sea.

The eager pirates dropped anchor at a suitable place, and some impatient ones jumped directly from the deck before the ladder was lowered.

There are about twenty or thirty pirates, and each one has a weapon. They may be tall or short, thin or fat, and they are all different.

But there is only one thing that is similar, and that is the bloodthirsty and warlike look on their faces.

The life of wandering on the sea was not easy. Every time they touched land, they felt a sublimation. They were exhausted, tired of eating pickled fish, and had enough of seeing these rough men.

They want to run on the wide land, want to eat fresh vegetables and barbecue, and want a beautiful woman to warm their bed.

They were obviously very experienced, and they didn't even need any guidance. They formed small groups in small groups and ran towards the front.

This is a very practical management model that many large-scale organizations use.

All members are divided into groups, led by the group leader, and the superior leader directly controls the group leader.

Whether they are caravans, navy, or pirates, they all like to use a similar management model because it saves trouble and is more efficient.

But not all groups can think of this. Being able to do this can only mean that their captain is a very smart guy.

Vice-captain Crubb looked at his men running forward as if they were obedient hounds, and unconsciously gave a stiff smile.

He likes this feeling of driving people to do things. These simple-minded men are also very easy to control. As long as they draw some pie and starve for a while, each of them will be comparable to a mad dog in battle.

Controlling people is an interesting knowledge, and some people like to study it.

The pirates were running wildly, and the buildings that were vaguely visible in the distance became the gentle hometown they dreamed of.They chased each other, eager for the barbecue and fine wine there, and the beautiful girls there.

Standing on the road of the village, the village chief said to the boy: "Yabu, you should also go to the back mountain."

"No, I am a mature man, and I want to stay and protect the village," the boy said, waving his firm fist.

"Asshole, this will kill people."

"I'm not afraid, this is my home and I'm not going anywhere."

Seeing Yabu's firm eyes, the old village chief stopped trying to dissuade him. He leaned on his crutch and looked in the direction of the village entrance.

It wasn't until that group of beast-like guys came into view that they knew exactly what kind of madman they were facing.