So, Gu Zheng was smiling and looking at Xiaowangshu's full ability analysis of the sea overlord at a distance of only a few nautical miles away from Mao Wenlong.

Thanks to his own hand killing a pirate who was marked by the overlord of the sea, Gu Zheng would not be able to sense Young Master Mao’s existence at such a long distance.

But now, the mother insects that can produce a continuous stream of pirates have appeared here. So is it still far from the merits that can be obtained at your fingertips?

Gu Zheng suddenly felt very good, turned back to his temporary garrison, and waited for tomorrow to achieve his own glory.

...

The next day, Wang Qianhu, who was a little drunk, stayed on the calm sea and yawned boredly. He really had no hope for the route he had assigned again.

Here, it is very close to the south of the Yangtze River, and it is a place where the navy focus on guard. How could there be any pirates who don’t look at them come here to rob?

But he didn't know that there was another strange thing called the Overlord of the Sea in this world.

This bold Young Master Mao actually made the most proud general of the Tokugawa family under him lead his most mysterious direct troops to secretly bypass the Minzhe Navy patrol line and drive to the coastline, which is also the richest coastal area of ​​Zhejiang, the Daming Kingdom.

He plans to do a big deal and grab some of the richest cities around the sea.

He only seeks speed and never greed for too much. Just this time, he can lay a solid foundation for his future fleet preparation.

After all, if you want to buy ships that can dominate the entire world's seas, you need a lot of money as a reserve.

How to gather the money, he naturally put his ideas on Daming Kingdom.

In fact, if Gu Zheng did not exist, the young master Mao’s plan might be able to be realized.

Unfortunately, on his current screen, the fleet of Wang Qianhu, which is related to Gu Zheng, is completely like air and does not exist on his radar.

So, while Comrade Mao was waiting for good news on an island that he had opened up, a small island that was a certain distance from his adopted father and the Daming Navy's headquarters, the pirate ship he sent was starting toward the town of Daming Kingdom, which had not received any news yet.

The pirates who had successfully climbed the coastline and perfectly covered their return ships in the night saw such a scene as soon as they got ashore.

At night, there is no crescent moon, but it is shining like daytime by the flower boats on the smooth river leading to the sea.

The ethereal sound of silk and bamboo, accompanied by the gentle and charming singing of the singers in the water town of Jiangnan, made the guests on the side of the boat and the shore who were trying to pick a small boat to board the boat.

At night, the gentle harbor was sung, and the torches that suddenly appeared woke up the person in his dream.

I don’t know if it was the woman’s shrill scream that broke the harmonious atmosphere and made those people who were incompatible with the atmosphere here appear in front of everyone.

These Kou people, who are naked, with scimitars on their waists, and have various hair buns on their heads. They are like Da Afu, now standing in the most prosperous town of this famous country, they are really inferior to the richest people in the countryside.

Those demented expressions, the unbelievable eyes of Miss Hua, and the gauze, red skirt, and slender waist that floated up even more when the courtesans fainted on the river bank, all of which made the legs of the Kou Guolang people standing with their legs spread even more open.

However, they did not forget the mission of this voyage. After a brief loss of consciousness, they knew that this moonless night was a moment when they could vent their desires without restraint.

Then, even louder screams started from their mouths, and the bandits who waved out samurai swords rushed into the small town of Jiangnan on the coast like wealthy wolf.

Some old people who have experienced great storms and waves have wisely fled into the winding alleys, and finally ringed the gong bell of foreign enemies invasion in advance.

The county magistrate who belonged to this place finally knew that the foreign enemy had really attacked.

It's over! If these pirates really break into Hangzhou City, then he, the county magistrate, might have to split his head.

However, seeing the seven or eight yamen runners who had already gathered around him and the more than a dozen gangsters who had just been dragging him over, their own double thighs were still trembling and barely remained in a state of unswerving condition.

If you expect these people to meet pirates with very poor reputations, it would be a consequence of giving away heads to the other party.

When the county magistrate whistled to the sky, he said: My life is up to you! Suddenly, a voice came from behind him: "Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful!"

Hearing this, the county magistrate outside the yamen and the yamen runners turned their heads in unison. When they caught their eyes, they were a group of bald heads shaking under the torch.

These monks dressed in gray short-shot monk robes, except for the unscrupulously dressed in the red cassock, the rest of the artists held a monk's stick in their hands, their eyes were bright and their postures stood straight at the front of the county government.

Could this be said to be the messenger sent by the Western Paradise to guide him?

But I'm not dead yet, sir?

The county magistrate, who finally came to his senses, couldn't help but reply a greeting under the aura of the other monk.

"I wonder where the monks come from, and what's the point of doing?"

"Amitabha, this official donor is polite. The young monk is a martial monk in the Luohan Hall of Shaolin Temple, with a Dharma name Guiyuan. Behind me is a disciple of my Shaolin Cheng generation. According to the court's call, he came to help him when the pirates in Minzhe are most rampant."

"We used to serve Buddhism, preach the power of the gloomy Vajra, relieve the tragedy of the coastal believers, and carry forward the laws and regulations that eliminate evil."

"Promote my great name and national prestige, and shake the solemnity of my Buddha's Dharma image!"

OK! Well said! Master, I don’t care what you are doing. As long as you drive away these people, I don’t care if you are the one who is my yamen to be a waterway and dock for 60 days!

The county magistrate is in a hurry to seek medical treatment!

The master beside him sucked his nose and felt a hint of coldness in this hot and scorching summer day.

Just when he was trying to persuade his immediate boss to think twice before acting, the monk opposite had already taken the conversation back.

"So, this donor, where do we start to help?"

The county magistrate didn't plan to be polite, and pointed his hand directly at the dark sea area on the east side: "I wonder if the monk dares to go deep into the tiger's den and block the sea bandits who are constantly rushing for help?"

"If you can accomplish such great cause, the monks will have immeasurable merits and save all people and water and fire!"

After hearing the county magistrate's vicious plan, it was no, it was a clever plan. The master beside him took a breath and stopped talking about his dissuasion.

How shameless this is enough to send such a group of monks with only twenty or thirty people to the coastline with unknown conditions of at least a hundred people.

But for the safety of the people in the town, there really is such a person to do this.

Even he felt that it was difficult for someone to die. The county magistrate was shamelessly told. No wonder he was able to become an official, and he could not compare with his shameless face.

The master was sighing, and the big monk opposite him sang aloud and said, "But!"

He actually agreed.

Moreover, after the leading monk said that, the brave monks, who were not afraid of life and death, put the monk's stick in their hands on the ground, turned around neatly, arranged in neat formations, and ran quickly and pierced their heads into the vast coastline where there was no fingers.

Seeing this scene, the county magistrate sorted out his clothes that had just gotten up, and sighed: "A righteous man! No matter what the situation is tomorrow morning, remember to send someone to investigate the situation of these monks."

"If you live, you will see people dead, you will see corpses."

If the bodies of these people were sent to Shaolin Temple, there were said to be 800 Arhat disciples there, would they all kill themselves in anger and act as free thugs in Minzhen?

Thinking of this, the county magistrate who was holding his beard showed that sinister smile again, which made the master beside him take two steps back aside. My mother, stay away!

Those monks were killed without even their lives!

Is this actually the case?

Guiyuan brought these most elite troops in Shaolin Temple, not to die.

How could this seemingly innocent monk be a pure and harmless person who can get the task of going out in a talented temple like Shaolin Temple?

This kind of simple appearance is just a skin appearance.

Look, the monks who had just disappeared into the darkness heard the order of their leader: "In a group of three people, form a front, middle and back stick formation. If you defend against the enemy, there is no need to worry about the regulations that will not be killed."

"You must know the principle of eliminating small evils and doing great good."

What's more, they are all angry at Vajra, which is the sharp blade of Buddhism to eradicate ghosts and monsters.

Don't kill?

This life depends on what it is!

The monks who received the order still answered neatly in the dark: "Respect the teacher and uncle! Shaolin stick formation, knot!"

The monks who had already adapted to the darkness have even brought the advantages of warriors to the extreme, and they can see the outline of the enemy clearly in the darkness.

"Follow me to fight and kill the enemy! Eliminate the Tartars and show our power!"

He separated the cassock to his waist, bid farewell to Guiyuan, who looked like a monk, and rushed over like a tiger descending from the mountain.

In the darkness, a scream of "Ah! Oh! Vomit!" came in the air.

Those pirates who claim to be this genre and the warrior family were beaten back to their prototypes under the skill of the real martial arts masters of the Daming Kingdom.

But although these people are a mob, they cannot resist many people.

After a brief panic, they recovered their basic IQ.

"Baga! They all raised the torches, and they didn't even know the number of enemies? How can we kill the enemy with ease!"

"That's right! So many of us have piled up to death. It will take several hours for the navy and the soldiers closest to here to arrive."

"We have all robbed them with this skill. I'm afraid of these resistance members? Are you used to being a small pirate? Quickly light a torch and let the people of Daming Country see our strength!"

With the howling of ghosts and wolves, the pirates on the coast no longer lighted the lights, but lit up a torch with their hands, making the entire dark beach light up instantly.

Oh, it's so dazzling!

What's this?

Dozens of big bald heads are bright!

And their weapons are just sticks without swords!

"Baga! How could we lose to such a combination? The front-line troops! Come on me!"

The samurai of the Tokugawa family who was responsible for the formation waved the sword in his hand and commanded it. The vanguard troops who received the order really waved various weapons in their hands without fear of death and rushed towards the group of monks who seemed very ordinary.

Why are they said to be various?

Because in Kou Kingdom, not everyone uses a knife, such as hooks, red tassel spears, hammers, and arrows in his sleeves. There are so many tricks.
To be continued...