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274 Pursuit and retreat

"How long will it take to catch these rat-like guys?!"

Priest Bezos was on the flagship of the Snake Cult fleet and asked to the pirate captain beside him.

"Don't worry, sir, although they were not stopped as planned, our fleet has blocked the waters to the east and they can't escape anyway."

The pirate captain flatteredly appeased Bezos.

Looking at the battleships chasing the fleet ahead, Priest Bezos felt inexplicably anxious.

"Can you now be sure where they slipped in from the east line?"

He asked the fleet adjutant on the side.

The Fleet Adjutant was from the Snake Cult. The adjutant, who was wearing a white sacrificial robe, had a suffocating expression on his face. It took him a long time to squeeze out a sentence:

"If you want to go back to the master, you are still investigating thoroughly."

Bezos expressed impatiently: "What a bunch of people, can't even find out this?!"

After saying that, he stopped looking at his subordinates and stared at the fleet running away in the distance.

This will be the first confrontation between the Snake Cult and the New Bass Empire, and it is also an excellent opportunity to prove himself. He will never let it go easily.

"No matter what, the guys in front must catch them!"

Bezos' words are unquestionable.

This fleet, which was suspected to be an empire, ravaged almost all medium-sized ports on the west coast, and half of the main warships built on the west coast were plundered by them.

Bezos had to transfer more than 200 large-scale fleets from the east coast to cooperate with warships in several large ports on the west coast.

A huge fleet of unprecedented numbers on the Old Continent was formed.

With the size of nearly 400 main warships, he is confident that he can crush this group of timid rats who can only escape.

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The Miluo Island fleet ran in front, while the Snake Cult fleet chased in the rear.

Although most of the warships on the Miluo Island fleet are insufficient, it may be inconvenient to control them.

But the full Snake Cult fleet also had a large load of weight, so the speed of the ship could not be increased.

With just one plus and one subtraction, the two sides actually maintained a strange balance.

The pirate shipmen in the Snake Cult fleet were not too anxious either.

"No large fleet can cross the sea of ​​fog unless they are seeking death."

The pirate captains promised them with Master Bezos so confidently.

Until the Miluo Island fleet plunged into the vast sea of ​​fog.

Seeing this scene, not only Bezos was confused, but even the pirate captains were shocked.

"This is impossible! Are they seeking death?!"

Thousands of soldiers and more than 200 main warships are impossible to safely cross the fog sea and reach the new continent.

"They must know that they can't defeat the warships of the Divine Cult, so they would rather go to the fog sea to have a life!"

The adjutant suddenly realized, as if he had guessed the idea of ​​the fleet ahead.

Bezos, who had only a slight understanding of the Navy, felt something was right after hearing this.

The pirate captain next to him lowered his head and complained secretly that if it were him, he would rather fight with the Snake Cult fleet than go to Wuhai to bet on the chance of a lifetime of death.

"Then keep chasing, I will see the demise of this fleet with my own eyes!"

Bezos declared domineeringly that in terms of courage, he would not lose to these courageless rats who only know how to escape.

The two fleets chased and fled one after another.

Three more days passed, and the drinking water on the Snake Cult fleet began to deteriorate.

Although Bezos was the Snake Sect North to conduct the command of the coalition forces, he could not change this phenomenon.

Frowning and drinking a glass of water, I finally couldn't help asking Adjutant:

"Are those rats still running away?"

"Yes, sir, they have no intention of stopping."

The adjutant looked a little embarrassed. Even if the fleet returns immediately, he is destined to drink three days of spoiled water.

What's more, Lord Bezos may not give up on his pursuit.

This is really a torment for an adjutant with a slight obsession with cleanliness.

Arriving at the deck, Bezos asked the Pirate Captain Advisor who had been waiting for the flagship.

The pirate captain licked his chapped lips:

"Sir, their boats should have carried low-degree rum, which can be preserved for a longer period of time, so that it can be replaced by drinking water."

"Hmm? So how long can they last?"

Priest Bezos realized the seriousness of the problem. In order to maintain the discipline of the Snake Cult fleet, he did not allow ships to drink, so the Snake Cult fleet naturally did not store low-alcohol wine.

"It should, maybe it will support them for about a week."

The Pirate Captain Advisor replied with a bitter face.

In fact, he had already been cursing in his heart. What kind of layman would force the seafarers to not drink?

It also called it the purpose of fleet discipline and order.

"Sir, you have to make a decision early and follow us. We don't have enough drinking water to use when we return."

The Pirate Captain adviser persuaded.

He didn't care whether he could annihilate those guys who had penetrated into the fog sea.

If you want to commit suicide, then let them go, there is no need to suffer with you.

"Even if they can solve the problem of drinking water, it is still difficult to cross the fog sea to reach the new continent. Emission is a hurdle that they cannot overcome."

The words of the Pirate Captain's Advisor made Bezos a little excited.

"It is said that there is a magical potion that can cure the dysemia?"

Priest Bezos asked tentatively.

"There are rumors, but the high price is destined to make it impossible to use on a large scale.

If the other party wants to safely cross the fog sea, they have to prepare at least a holy water worth thousands of golden snake coins, which is the case they can buy smoothly."

"So there should be no possibility?"

"No way!"

The Pirate Captain Consultant answered firmly.

With the promise of this veteran pirate, Bezos's heart became much more stable.

"Then let's go with Hang for another day or two, and I'll take them on the way with my own eyes!"

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On the other hand, unlike the location described by the pirate captain's consultant, except for the crew on duty, everyone in the Miluo Island Fleet was holding a wine pot and pouring wine into their mouths.

The multiple robberies were too fast and there was no time to replenish the drinking water resources that were not that important at that time.

So Link could only order his subordinates to open the VC holy water and drink it.

So many Miluo Island warriors were a little fed up with these expensive high-end rums.

"Are those guys still chasing?"

Link asked with his eyelids drooping on the deck chair.

He was a little nervous at first, but after discovering that this huge Snake Cult fleet could not catch up with them, he also relaxed.

He was also a little drunk after drinking too much low-calorie rum.

"I will give up sooner or later unless they dare to follow us into the fog sea to bet on their lives, haha!"

Parker smiled and took a sip of wine, intoxicated by the unique mellow feeling of VC Holy Water.

He was a little confused about why Link would rather drink cheap rum than try the vc holy water he invented himself.

But there was no further question.

The low-degree alcohol stimulated Captain Parker, making him more sober the more he drank.

Paying attention to the pursuit of the fleet in the rear, he soon discovered the new movements of the Snake Cult fleet.
Chapter completed!
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