One Piece Black Emperor

A Chou ate the white rice in the bowl with big mouthfuls and a piece of pork sausage, which was sweet and satisfying.

He has no name, only a nickname.

This is generally true for homeless people. Many of them only have nicknames but no names. The reason why he is called Ah Chou is because he is ugly. His face, which is not good-looking, has many fleshy bumps that have been there since he was a child, which can scare children to tears.

Although he looks ugly, his status is not low in this gathering place led by Old Hank. One is that he is very good at archery. Due to the existence of muskets, bows and arrows are no longer used by anyone. He has made countless achievements in his hands, killing many wild beasts and adding food to everyone's meals. The other is that he is easily satisfied, as long as he has enough to eat and drink, he has no other requirements. Logically speaking, he doesn't need to stay among a group of homeless people. He can just go to Duan Town and find a gang to join, and his life will definitely be good. But he had never had such an idea.

A Chou, who was about twenty years old, had a fairly strong figure. After all, as the most powerful one among thousands of people, he had the best and most food.

A Chou is short in stature and has short legs, but his arms are very long. This is his capital. Because of this, he is very handy with his homemade long bow.

He is not stingy when others want to learn this skill, but no one can learn one-tenth of his skill. Perhaps it is because he is not very good at talking and is not a good teacher.

Just after finishing the meal, I patted my belly with satisfaction when I heard a voice shouting from outside the shack:

"Time's up! Everyone come together!"

That was the voice of old Hank's son, Dodger.

To be honest, A Chou doesn't like this Dodge very much. First of all, this person likes to do something special. When everyone is busy with survival, he just talks most of the time. In addition, although this man is the son of Old Hank, I don't know if it is because he was a noble when he was a child. A Chou feels that he always has a condescending attitude towards other people. But that's not the case with old Hank. Although he is now older and can no longer do hard work, he doesn't lie around waiting for food and drink every day. He always does something within his ability.

As for the gathering, of course A Chou knew about it.

The rice and meat he just devoured were given by a man named Casillas, and since he ate someone else's food, he had to work for others, not to mention not just men, but also children and women. There is also plenty of food.

This was all given by Mr. Casillas.

In the past two days, they no longer need to rummage through the smelly garbage as usual and snatch the fresh "treasures" newly dumped.

Days like this are like a dream.

After carefully picking up the last few grains of rice, he threw the chipped and broken porcelain bowl onto the pile of straw nearby. A Chou took his long bow, pushed open the door of the simple shack, and got out.

Men and big boys stood together and lined up under the command of a blond boy.

It was said that Mr. Casillas wanted to form a chamber of commerce and that they would work for this chamber of commerce. A Chou didn't know much about the specific details, and he never asked.

Anyway, he can do anything and eat delicious rice and meat, which is the best life in his mind.

People were divided into two sides.

On one side are the thin and older ones, on the other side are the stronger ones and all the half-grown ones.

When he saw A Chou, the blond boy asked about his bow and arrow, seeming to be very curious about this rare weapon. To be honest, this long bow made of rough wooden sticks, and the bow and arrow with nails or other sharp objects tied to the head, are extremely crude.

The blond boy is naturally Hawke.

He asked a few questions with interest, and then asked A Chou, who was a little short in stature but impressive with long and strong arms, to stand in the team of young men.

Boss Yas made it very clear.

Select those who are young and in good health and train them as the initial team. Even though it is impossible for these people to achieve any results in training in a short period of time, as long as they learn to shoot and aim, they can form very good combat effectiveness by relying on the Desert Eagle.

There are two hundred places for this group of people.

However, after the final selection, only seventy or eighty people met the requirements.

Hawke naturally understands the life that the wanderers lead. This result was actually a little better than he expected. In the end, he could only pick out slightly better ones from the other side and add them in.

It took a lot of time to gather two hundred people.

Hawke set off with these two hundred men. As for the remaining men, Casillas meant that there was no need to worry, and the force should be used first, and the rest could be put aside first.

As for the destination, it is an abandoned village near the sea.

There are many human gathering places on the seaside like Windmill Town in the Kingdom of Goa. Some of them developed well and even became small towns, like Windmill Town. Naturally, there are many small villages where only poor fishermen live, and there are even many abandoned ones.

For the sake of the prosperity of the Kingdom of Goa, a long time ago, the nobles who originally sat in various parts of the kingdom, perhaps wanting to imitate the lifestyle of the Celestial Dragons, all gathered in the royal capital. Correspondingly, many people were forcibly moved to the royal capital. Many wanderers are the descendants of these migrating civilians.

To this day, this behavior still occurs from time to time, and continues to create more homeless people.

What the nobles think is very simple, that is, they must have enough people to serve them. Just like the huge number of slaves of the Tianlong people, those who can survive in the royal capital have become civilians in the central street, and those who cannot survive are the nobles. Bullshit

This deserted village neither needs to cross mountains nor pass through jungles.

Heading in the opposite direction to the Royal Capital and Gorbo Mountain, dozens of miles away from the garbage mountain, you can see the horizon connecting the blue sky in the distance.

In the past two days, Hawke has repaired the place and transported various supplies.

Arriving here at noon, Hawke started his planned plan.

This is what Casillas told him, and he only remembers it.

The two hundred people do not include Dodge. According to Casillas, Hawke will be their leader from now on, and there is no need for an extra Dodge to give orders.

Not far from the seaside, there is a newly built shooting range.

Opening the two crates he brought along, Hawke handed a handful of silver Desert Eagles to them.

A Chou held this thing, touched the cold gun body, and listened to Hawke's explanation of the precautions for use.

The target in front of everyone is thirty meters away.

At this distance, the wooden board with circles of red concentric circles already looks very small. Many people may not know what a distance is exactly one hundred meters. In fact, in the eyes of the crowd, people who are one hundred meters away are not much bigger than ants. Using this distance to train a group of novices who have never touched a gun, Not very realistic.

After giving it some thought, Casillas decided that thirty meters would be enough.

The pistol itself can effectively kill only about 100 meters, and the Desert Eagle is famous for its huge recoil. Don't force it to reach 50 meters. If you can hit it accurately at 30 meters, it is already very difficult. And this is enough in actual combat.

When I get the rifle, I'm thinking of doing some marksmanship training for one or two hundred meters.

Hawke demonstrated the posture and key points, and fired a shot. Although he had no talent for marksmanship, he could hit a thirty-meter target. As for whether he could hit the tenth ring, it all depended on luck.

The loud noise of the Desert Eagle still startled the group of people, and they all flinched for a while.

A Chou was the first to walk to the stone wall at the prescribed position, raised the sand eagle with both hands, and tried to take a shot.

The first shot hit the target.

This won Hawke's approving eyes and made others eager to try.

But A Chou touched his slightly sore and numb wrist and felt that he didn't like this weapon very much.

His bow and arrows are better, at least they won't hurt his hands from the shock.