Pirates: The Black Earl

Just a mere Mengka, not enough for this qualification.

The name of the navy is "Anshen" and "General Trend".

With the rumored reputation of the "wise general" of the Warring States Period in China and Buddhism, Lovett believes that the navy headquarters will not fail to see the truth.

So the answer is obvious.

"Bringing great righteousness to killing the good people and justice, what a high-sounding word!"

Justice is like snow, and the truth is clear.

But the justice that can be seen is as dark as ink!

"If this is the case, I ask you all to dedicate your heart to justice, in the name of full loyalty!"

He is not going to avenge Monka, nor is he going to avenge the 153 branch, but to declare war on that ridiculous "justice"!

Jingle!

Toot!

The sound of weapon fighting, police whistle, and screams resounded through the 153 branches.

Rumble!

The armory was detonated by a suicide attack by zombies, blazing flames illuminating the night sky, and also illuminating the hideous and terrifying faces of the zombies.

Pouch!

Munka woke up from his sleep, too late to put on his clothes, wielding an axe to smash the undead in the way, and all the way to the square.

"you!"

Looking at the soldiers running around in a hurry, Monka grabbed one and asked, "What's the matter, how did the enemy get in?"

"I don't know."

The soldier shivered, turned his head to look at the "enemy" roaring in the fire, and shivered.

"Colonel, they are not people, they are monsters!"

"Shit monster!"

Monka knew that he couldn't ask anything, so he threw him away and turned around.

Guru

"Lieutenant Colonel Alva!"

It was only then that Monka finally saw the faces of the undead, who happened to be an acquaintance. During his second-class period, he was in charge of the boss of his boss, Lieutenant Colonel Alva.

In an instant, a chill rushed from the crotch to the brain, spreading along the spine.

Monka finally understood why the soldiers were chased by the enemy without an effective resistance. Even if it was attacked, it shouldn't be so unbearable.

Now he understands.

When the dead stand in front of you again, even your most familiar brothers, companions, and officers, the strange and strange strangeness is more terrifying than any **** excitement!

"Roar!"

Lieutenant Colonel Alva did not recognize his former subordinates, let out a roar, raised the rusty iron sword that was about to be sharpened, and snapped it off.

The sound of the wind awakened Monka and wanted to raise his axe to fight back, but with cold hands and feet, he could hardly use half of his strength.

He can only tilt his head and roll in embarrassment.

Boom!

The rust sword knocked out a knuckle-long diamond-shaped trace on the slate of the playground, sparks splashing everywhere. If this sword hits, Monka will not die or be disabled.

"Colonel, be careful!"

Several soldiers rushed over to surround Monka, and the anger from the crowd dispelled a bit of fear.

Looking up, looking at a soldier outside the protection circle at Lieutenant Colonel Alva, the monster screamed and fell to the ground with a swipe of the monster, and Monka took a deep breath.

escape!

Must escape!

Only when the dead are resurrected, he still has the courage to fight.

In order to keep this position, he has committed too many unforgivable mistakes, and he is never allowed to give up unless he is forced to do so.

But the strength of these monsters is extraordinary, and the number is only a lot more than them, and the overall strength is far higher than that of the branch soldiers.

There are only two roads.

Either concentrate their forces and fight to the death, or take advantage of the fact that the undead are chasing around and have no time to pay attention to him, and take the opportunity to escape.

Are you a hero for a minute or a bear for a lifetime?

Fuck him for heroism!

Survival is the winner!

Thinking of this, Monka turned around and ran, ignoring the soldiers in front of him desperately resisting the attack.

Hearing the movement, they turned their heads and looked at the back of Monka running away. Several soldiers were stunned for a second.

"Colonel?"

Pouch!

The sword of vengeance tore the air, and blood stained the clothes.

Until they fell down and died, the eyes of these soldiers were also filled with incredibleness. They did not feel fear of death, but were puzzled as to why the colonel would abandon them.

Shouldn't it be like this?

Didn't he arrest Crowe's battle hero?

"Well, I can smell resentment."

Holding the bell, Lowett strolled in the noisy playground, like walking in a quiet and quiet moon garden, not a **** slaughterhouse.

Looking back at the black smoke oozing from the seven orifices of a soldier's head, Lowett's mouth cocked.