Lofgang, No. 1 artillery base.

After Joe left Tulum Port, the position of director of the Lovegang Branch was Hessen's confidant subordinate, "Hei Mamba".

Black Mamba, a thin and tough man with a height of seven feet, is bald, one-eyed, and his face and body are covered with ferocious scars that are twisted like centipedes.

In the pentagram-shaped cannon tower, the police stationed at the Lofgang Branch are enjoying delicious wine and food to celebrate the arrival of the New Year.

Black Mamba, carrying a monocular telescope, stood at the highest point of the cannon, looking into the sea in the distance, and looking around. Today's moonlight is very good, and no movement within a radius of more than ten miles of the town of Lofgang could be hidden from his sharp one-eye, which was shining with a dark light.

He was an indigenous person of the Black Continent. His entire tribe, a small tribe of more than 10,000 people, was uprooted by the slave-capturing team of the United Kingdom of Nice. All the elderly, weak, women and children were killed, leaving only more than 2,000 strong men who were sent to slave-trading ships.

During the long and cruel ocean transportation, the brothers of Hei Mamba's tribe died one after another due to water shortage, hunger, beatings, sepsis, etc., and were then thrown into the sea and became shark's rations.

Hei Mamba swore again and again with the ancestor spirit worshipped by his tribe that whoever can save him and his brothers from this hell on the sea and who can avenge them, he will become the most loyal hunting dog to work hard for him.

A ocean-going armed caravan of the Vitu family... In this era, the ocean-going fleet basically worked part-time to do some privateing.

In other words, when everyone is "destined to meet" in the vast deep sea, no one is around, and as long as they kill people to silence their mouths, they will die without evidence, large-scale armed fleets will attack small fleets.

Turn the other person's living person into a dead person.

Turn the other party's goods into your own goods.

Turn the other person's wealth into your own wealth.

In short, Hei Mamba and the more than 500 tribe members who survived became loyal subordinates of the Vitu family.

They fought for Hesen, and Hesen was also rewarded.

With the large investment of the Weitu family and the stimulation of the secret medicine, Hei Mamba and his tribe members all stimulated the power of the ancestral spirit in their bloodlines and grew into a powerful ancestral spirit totem warrior who was not weaker than Medland's sequential warriors.

Under the moonlight, a large poisonous snake pattern that was exposed on the black mamba's black skin that was exposed on her upper body could be seen faintly, like a tattoo.

In the one-eye of Black Mamba, the pupils are in the shape of a shuttle. Under the eyelids, a layer of transparent eyelids blinked a few times from time to time.

Sometimes he stretched out a little longer than ordinary people, his tongue was slightly sharp and thin, and his tongue tip was nimble and trembled up and down in the night wind.

Hesen appointed him as the director of the Lovgang branch, and Heimamba was as dedicated as a loyal and brave old dog.

When Qiao was in office, he was in charge of the artillery building. Every night, Hei Mamba would take turns living in various artillery building.

Under his strict defense, during the days when Qiao left Tulun Port, no smuggling ship could get out of the water through the artillery defense line, and no smuggling ship could send even a piece of tea and a pepper into Lövgang under his nose.

"Every piece of tea and every pepper must be paid tax to the master!"

Hei Mamba licked her nose and muttered gloomyly: "Pay taxes, pay taxes, all the money is the master's... No one can smuggle even a copper cow's goods under my eyelids."

"Turun Port belongs to the Vitu family."

"My life belongs to the Vitu family!"

"Whoever dares to pay from the master's pocket will take his life!"

A man with a height of seven feet and an inch, with three thicknesses of black mamba on his waist, and his whole body was as hard as iron blocks. His steps sounded like a small cannon roaring and walked up the stairs.

"Brother!" The extremely burly black-skinned man placed a beer barrel next to the Black Mamba. He slapped the barrel lid, grabbed a tin beer glass and scooped a large glass of wine and handed it to the Black Mamba.

"Hehe, a few days ago, we crushed the bones of the dozen smugglers in front of so many people... Hehe, even if there are still desperate people who are not afraid of death in Lovgang, they wouldn't come to take risks today, right?"

Black Mamba took the beer glass and took a big sip.

"Million Mountain... we cannot be careless. The master handed over Löwgang to us, so we must guard the place." Hei Mamba narrowed his one-eye and said sinisterly: "It is better to kill all the people in Löwgang than to let them get a copper-small cheap from the master's pocket."

The burly man Heishan nodded vigorously. He picked up the beer barrel and drank half of the barrel in one sip.

Like Black Mamba, he was a slave sold on a slave ship.

The caravan of the Weitu family robbed the slave trade ship, and Montenegro was also one of the slaves who were rescued and incorporated. He and Hei Mamba were not brothers from the same tribe, but they followed the Weitu family's fleet and lived and died together for nearly ten years, and they were even closer than their brothers.

Like the Black Mamba, or like most of the indigenous peoples of the Black Continent.

Heishan has a simple mind, a straight intestine, and he believes in the truth.

The Weitu family saved the brothers of Montenegro and Montenegro, and Montenegro worked for the Weitu family and Hesen.

A short, only five feet, three or four inches tall, with messy little curly hair on his head, and an extremely thin body, but extremely agile, rushed up quietly.

He held a huge copper plate filled with various sausages fried in butter, as well as two of the boss's savory hands. On the edge of the plate, there were a pile of fried potato pieces, and a pile of finely cut and evenly poured with sesame oil.

"Brother, eat meat!" The short young man smiled extremely honestly and brilliantly: "With cheese beef sausage, it will explode with one bite, it smells so good... hoho."

A smile appeared on Hei Mamba's cold and fierce face.

He put down his monocular lens, grabbed a beef sausage, and took a big bite.

Heishan was even more polite. He grabbed a large piece of salty hand, took a bite, and then muttered vaguely while chewing: "It's the chef sent by the master to be good at craftsmanship... When will I take a vacation? When I go back, I will beat my stupid woman hard!"

"I have been studying for two years, but she is still clumsy. Only I can eat the sausages she makes!"

"Do you know? Last time I took the pork sauerkraut sausage she made to feed the watchdog at home. The damn beast just sniffed it and turned around and left... That stupid woman, the dogs didn't eat the sausage she made, so I could only kill them all!"

Black Mountain complained in a nagging manner.

The black mamba and the young man named Black Frog laughed "hohohohohohoho".

Go back and beat up your own woman?

This idiot in Montenegro, the entire Weitu family, all know tens of thousands of sailors, guards and other staff, and everyone knows that such a big man in Montenegro is most afraid of his wife.

He was often chased and beaten by his wife with a rolling pin...who dared to beat him up?

"I want to advise the master that in the future, people in Tulun Port will have to pay taxes even if they brag." Black Frog looked at Black Mountain seriously and smiled.

Montenegro widened his eyes: "Why do you need to pay taxes for bragging? Uh, who is bragging?"

Black Mamba smiled, leaning against the battlements of the city walls at the highest level of the cannon building, squinted his eyes and looked at the sea in the distance.

Then, he suddenly dropped the sausage in his hand and grabbed the monocular. A little green light flashed in his one-eyed pupil. He came to the telescope and carefully looked at the sea in the distance.

"Black frog, go down to greet the guys, something is wrong."

"Send someone to the branch office and call the guys over... ready to warn the mistress at any time."

Hei Mamba stuck out his tongue and hissed, and he muttered in a low voice: "The breath of evil, the breath of the undead, ah... there are terrible guys approaching... Hundreds of thousands of undead entangled around it..."

Black Mamba's body was trembling slightly: "Damn it, the most terrifying thing I've ever seen in the primitive jungle of the Black Continent...is not as terrifying as this guy."

"Even if I saw it in the jungle when I was young, the one passing by was almost transformed into a dragon... the Black Mamba ancestral spirit."

The sea outside the Lovgang is more than twenty miles away from the port area of ​​Lovgang. Under the bright moonlight, large gray-white fog slowly rises on the sea.

The thick, thick fog spread little by little towards the direction of Lövgang. The thick fog covered a radius of dozens of miles, like a huge cotton ball, rolling towards Lövgang against the sea.

This season, the wind in Tulum Port blows from the inside of the mainland.

Even if there is occasional fog, it should blow from the direction of Tulun Port to the outside sea.

Black Mamba's tongue accurately analyzed the current direction of the wind, which came from behind him and blew towards the outer sea. However, the thick fog was approaching quickly towards the direction of Löwgang, and the fog was definitely not a natural product.

Not to mention, he keenly sensed the terrible and evil aura contained in the thick fog.

The black frog jumped directly from the stairs. He brought a afterimage and rushed into the cannon. In the cannon, the police from the Lofgang Branch who were eating and drinking were throwing food, grabbed the weapons around him, and quickly rushed to their posts.

Two policemen jumped out of the rear window of the cannon. In the backyard stable of the cannon, they pulled out two war horses, and didn't bother to place the saddle and stirrup, jumped onto the horse's back and ran towards the town of Lövgang, which was not far away.

Inside the cannon, the black Mamba and the police on duty here have hidden their bodies.

In the hall on the first floor of the cannon, several policemen with loud voices were following the command of Hei Mamba, shouting loudly, yelling, and singing toasts that were even worse than ghosts.

They were jumping around in the hall, and the hall was brightly lit. From a distance, they could be seen waving around through the narrow window, as if hundreds of people were caring in the hall.

In the thick fog, a Rear Admiral of the Ice Sea Kingdom put down the monocular lens in his hand.

He curled his lips and shook his head: "A cannon base... is a trouble, but... it's not a big trouble."

"Mr. Henrak, let's speed up."

Below the thick fog, deep in the sea, a streamlined figure made a long chirping sound.

The speed of thick fog rolling forward increases rapidly.

The sea water fluctuated silently, holding a first-class battleship, three second-class battleships and twelve fast cruisers galloped forward quickly.
Chapter completed!