Summoner of Pirate World

The originally peaceful battlefield suddenly became lively.



It's not that the battlefield is lively, but the people appearing on the battlefield make the surroundings lively.



It was a frail young man huddled in a wheelchair, wearing a loose blue and white robe, holding a feather fan in his hand, with a vague smile on his face.



Behind him, a guy with his whole body hidden under a black robe was helping him push a wheelchair.



In front of it, about a hundred security team members and reserve team members were selected. This kind of thing does not require any skills, just a loud voice, so there is no need for high requirements on personnel.



Roy, who was dressed in a Wolong costume, gently covered his face with a fan, smiled and said to the man in black robe behind him: "You can help me pass the message later, I don't want to be the governor again."



"???" The man in black robe had a question mark on his face, but he still nodded.



Opposite, a group of old and young men stood on the deck with puzzled faces, not knowing what the other side was going to do.



"Is this battle... a fight to the death?"



"No, it doesn't look like it's going to be a fight. Besides, who would set up such a formation for a war? I don't understand military affairs, and it doesn't look right."



"It's hard to say. Maybe the opponent is good at city defense. But what I don't understand is that they have been unable to defend before. Why are they ready to fight head-on now?"



The pirates were whispering to each other and discussing among themselves.



But even if it was a discussion, it was just talking to each other.Even the soldiers facing each other were not arranged.



This undoubtedly disappointed Roy, who was pursuing a sense of ritual.



He shook his head and then whispered a few words to the man in black robe.



Then, under everyone's gaze, the man in black robe slowly walked to the back of the team.



Just when everyone was wondering what was going on, there was a sudden thunderous roar:



"Captain, did you sleep well!?——"



This shout was loud and clear.



A hundred or so people shouted in unison with all their strength. Not only was the sound deafening, it also frightened the unprepared pirates.



"What's the matter?"



"Crazy."



"Hey! You got your damn coke on my new shoes!"



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Here, the troops are neat and disciplined.



Over there, everything is messy and messy.



When the two sides compare, they immediately have a sense of déjà vu between the regular army and the bandits.



Maybe the officers on the ship realized something and shouted loudly to maintain order.



Scattered teams also began to gather on the beach, barely completing the confrontation between the two armies.



Judging from the murderous aura, each of the pirates had a lot of blood on their hands, so the murderous aura was naturally dissipated.



On the security team's side, because they have relatively little combat experience and murderous intent, they are a bit inferior.



However, because the uniforms are uniform and they stand neatly, they look quite impressive.



The situation didn't remain deadlocked for long. The pirate group carried out a simple cleanup and it seemed like things were back to normal.I looked at the cadres who seemed to be talking impassionedly in front of the team.



After a few seconds...



"I slept soundly, how is the island master?!"



The pirates also shouted loudly.There were many of them and their voices were loud, but the shouting was not neat and somewhat delayed, which was not nice to hear.



On the other hand, Roy's side, because he is usually required to shout slogans, shouting two sentences is still very neat and powerful.



Hearing the reply, Roy smiled and asked someone to set up a stove in front of him and heat a pot of wine on it.



"Captain, come down and drink!——"



This twist is a bit fast.It's not an answer to the question.



The pirates were about to ask for instructions, but before they could make a move, they heard a hearty laugh coming from above.



"Hahaha, good!"



Before the voice fell, a figure soared from the sky and struck hard in front of Roy like an arrow from a string.



The person who came was wearing an outfit that was a mix of western cowboy and typical pirate captain style. He landed on the ground with one knee slightly bent, causing bursts of smoke and dust to appear.He gently pressed his hand on his captain's hat, looking very chic.



"Clap clap clap!"



Roy clapped his hands and said with a smile: "He is the captain after all, and he is always so good when he appears."



"After all, he is the owner of the island, but he speaks differently from others." Rocks raised his head and said sarcastically.



"Hahaha!"



The two looked at each other and smiled, moved the chairs from left to right and placed them in front of the stove. Rocks sat on them generously.



Roy looked at him, and he looked at Roy.



In his eyes, Roy looked very weak. Although his eyes were bright, he looked tired.The skin has an unhealthy white tint and looks dry.The robe on my body looked very wide and felt like it couldn't hold it up.The man was in a wheelchair, very close to the stove.It was obviously not very cold, but he was covered with several thick blankets.



It looked like he had excessive kidney deficiency and was about to die soon.



Seeing this, Rocks nodded secretly.



Speaking of which, he can be regarded as starting from scratch.He gathered these men together, relying on his own fists and his fierce strength.



Everyone wants to go up, thinking that the scenery above is very good.



To be honest, it's pretty good.But the pressure on those in high positions is also great.



Not only do we have to face pressure from the outside world, we also have to face threats from around us.



It would be fine if it had a name and a real character, but if it was not worthy of virtue, I am afraid that it would be replaced in a matter of minutes.It is precisely because of this experience that Rocks can fully understand how difficult it is for a weak person to manage a team.Especially since he can manage it so well, he obviously has his own uniqueness.



Rocks was a little envious of this.



Fortunately, he is not in the category of morally unworthy.At least as long as he is still breathing, the people below will not dare to rebel.Besides, with that person around, even if he were to fall, others wouldn't have a chance.



While he was thinking about this, Roy dismissed his surroundings, wheeled his wheelchair to the front, took out the hot wine flask from the pot, poured a glass, and handed it to Rocks.



Rocks took it but did not drink it directly.



Roy smiled, poured himself a glass, drank it, and turned the empty bowl upside down for him to look at.



Locks looked at it, then drank the wine in the glass, and also turned the empty bowl upside down.



The two looked at each other and smiled.



Roy poured him another glass, then topped it up for himself.Waving his fan, he asked: "This is the first time we meet. You must also be a well-known big pirate. It's just that I have lived on an isolated island for a long time and am ignorant. I don't know who you are?"



Rocks was a little uncomfortable with Roy's formal way of speaking, but he still kept it to himself and said with a smile, "My name is Rocks."



He only reported his name, but did not say which pirate group he belonged to or his background.This in itself is a kind of confidence.



Because he himself is the background.



Just when he was about to see Roy's surprised expression, he only saw the man opposite him just nodded, and then absentmindedly added a handful of firewood to the stove.