"Hurry up! You lazy guys, if I were in the military camp, you guys would definitely be severely repaired by me."

On the beach of an unknown island in the Golden Sea, a middle-aged strong man with a saber and a one-eyed blindfold was scolding his subordinates.

"Oh my God, Old Billy, do you still think you are in the army?

We have retired a long time ago. Do you understand what Lord Link means when he retires?"

A middle-aged man of the same age responded.

Although he complained, his movements were still dealing with the ship landing on the beachhead quickly.

His left foot was a little lame, but a ten-centimeter-long scar on his face still showed his tough temperament.

"God knows why our island is so short of native labor. Those black-skinned guys are not suitable for cultivating land."

Among the more than ten people who landed on the island, a young man muttered.

"Do you have the share of your words? Work honestly for me. Your father explained before going out, and asked me to beat you up!"

Old Billy glanced at the young man, and the young man immediately shrank his head and dared not speak.

This is a standard Miluo Island slave hunting team, a fast ship, plus a bounty hunter of ten to twenty people.

As a feature on the island of Tony's fiefdom, the Bounty Tavern attracted a large number of retired soldiers from the Miluo Island Legion to join.

These soldiers who had been practicing in the Miluo Island Legion for a long time ordered them to transfer after Link got enough troops.

Carl followed Link's orders and provided many ways out for these retired veterans.

Miluo Island ranch management, plantation security team, and managers of workshops in various places are well-off and simple in their work. They take special care of the injured veterans.

But few retired veterans appreciate it.

In Old Billy's words: I'm only in my forties, but I'm blind. What's better than those new Virgia boys?

And they were used to fighting on the battlefield, and it was difficult for them to accept the easy work that Carl arranged for them.

So when Tony's bounty tavern opened, it immediately attracted a large number of retired veterans from Miluo Island.

Their joining provided a large amount of backbone for the emerging industry-slave-catching trade.

Although most of the retired Miluo Island soldiers were injured, the average level of soldiers with a level 4, and the valuable experience gained from fighting in the army, the slave hunting teams were invincible in small-scale combat.

The large army, new army regiment and the incorporated Virgian mercenaries on Miluo Island were responsible for sweeping the surrounding Gini tribe islands.

Small slave hunting groups like Old Billy followed behind to eat meat and drink soup.

This not only satisfies the adventure genes in the blood of these veterans, but also earns much more rewards than the assigned jobs.

When Link led the army northward, the remaining forces of Miluo Island shrank their defenses and no longer carried out regular operations to sweep the Gini Islands.

But at the same time, the demand for indigenous labor on Miluo Island is increasing day by day.

This has to rely on bounty hunters like Old Billy.

The young people in their team were the sons and nephews of Billy's relatives. Because they were too young, they failed to join the army successfully.

So he was sent to Old Billy for exercise by his parents.

Billy and his quarrel are both the fifth-level royal guards of the army.

Under their leadership, the young people in this slave-catching team are also growing rapidly and becoming the future reliable source of military forces for the Miluo Island Legion.

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Soon, they packed up the fast ships that were rushing to land on the beach and fixed it, and the slave-catcher team of nearly twenty people began to touch the island.

The two Miluo Island Jini soldiers acted as scouts in the team.

As part of the Miluo Island Legion recognized by Link, they also have a high sense of belonging to Miluo Island.

They were both indigenous people of the Gini, and they had no mercy towards these indigenous peoples on the outer islands.

In their case, this was a war between the Miluo Island tribe and the Outer Island Jini tribe, and they fought for the patriarch Link.

The Gini warriors entered the rainforest and were like returning to their home court. Even the experienced old Billy couldn't see their position in the rainforest.

Under their leadership, the slave hunting team quickly touched the indigenous residence on the island.

After a raid without any suspense, the small tribe with hundreds of indigenous warriors was quickly defeated.

In front of the fully equipped slave-captured team, these primitive natives could not make any waves.

"Wow, this time, there are more than forty young women in Gini, and seventy or eighty coolies.

Old Billy, what do you say? How many will you stay this time?"

The capacity of the Clippers that the slave hunting team rides is limited, and they can only be accommodated in the number of people above 100, so they cannot load all these prisoners away.

Hearing the old guy's question, Bi used his only remaining eye to squint and glanced at the natives of the Kini who were kneeling around.

Except for the dozen natives who were baring their teeth and staring at their group of people angrily, most of them seemed a little numb and frightened.

"The old rules, let Mutuo ask questions and pick out the tribal patriarch and kill the tribe leader."

Old Billy said coldly expressionlessly.

Soon two native soldiers from Miluo Island stepped forward to ask questions. Amid the screams and curses, the remaining slave hunters stepped forward and neatly defeated nearly twenty or thirty natives.

The prey of the weak has become axiom in this sea area, and all slave hunters are used to it.

Old Billy would not keep these Guini native leadership. They would naturally incite those honest natives, which would be a problem for Billy and the others.

Kill the danger in the cradle.

Billy agreed with Lord Link's words.

"Everyone move quickly! Move quickly, and we can still go back to the bounty tavern in the evening to have a drink!"

The operation went very smoothly, just at noon.

Although it is a bit far from the surrounding area of ​​Miluo Island, Billy doesn't want to stay here for the night. No place outside of Miluo Island can make him feel at ease.

As the captain of this slave hunting team, he must be responsible for his team members.

Old Billy's words made everyone full of energy and urged the natives to set off on the road quickly. After all, who doesn't want to stay in a safe tavern and brag with everyone and drink?

Back at the beach, everyone was busy getting the "cargo" on board, but Old Billy squinted his eyes and looked at the sea in the distance and stopped.

"Cohen, am I dazzled? Those in front of me are the Clippers fleets?"

"You know you only have one eye left?"

The old guy beside him was in a happy mood and said jokingly.

By the way, I walked to Billy and looked into the distance.

However, after just a few seconds of fixing his eyes, his face immediately changed drastically.

"This is..."

"The flag of the snake sect!"

Billy said with certainty as he was as deep as ink.

A fleet of hundreds of scattered formations of Clippers in the distance were sailing in this direction in a vast way.

"Hurry back and report to the Lord, why did these Sky-killed Snake Sect bastards come so quickly?!"
Chapter completed!