"Great Admiral of the East." Wuding searched his throat and began to formally negotiate. "You came from afar, should you say hello to your master?"

"Sorry, there's no time."

"...Dignified Admiral of the East, I am a hospitable master. What does the visitor mean?"

“Invade, colonize, occupy, kill.”

“………………………………”

After Fang Xian finished talking nonsense, he pulled off the admiral's coat and put on a one-eyed mask to pick out the serrated sword.

"Young guys! Give me a chance to kill!!!"

In just a moment, 40 rows of masters began to suck wildly. They inserted into the sea, and 10 warships advanced together, and the scene was extremely spectacular.

The exposed admiral stood at the bow of the ship and raised a big knife, which made many Asan feel very nervous.

Wu Ding thought he was knowledgeable, but he had never seen such a war declared.

It is even more greedy than Europeans and more barbaric than Africans!

"Come on! Fire! You are the invaders!" Wu Ding lets his wives into the warehouse and roars, "Warriors!! Defend our land!!"

Wu Ding was full of ambition, but he heard the adjutant's advice: "Admiral, let's surrender..."

"?!!" Wu Ding said angrily, "Why have you surrendered before the war has begun?"

The adjutant wrapped in the turban begged: "Admiral, the news just came that the two ports of Aden and Kormais have been bombed and surrendered by the Fang family navy, and have now become their exclusive port..."

"What? At the same time?"

"Almost at the same time." Adjutant Ah San took off his headscarf and wiped his sweat. "So the Fang family navy had at least four fleets in this sea area. Aden and Romes were both bombarded for two or three rounds before surrendering... Admiral, the opponent was far ahead of us in terms of firepower and combat power."

"This land is fertile because of the watering of our sweat and magnificent because of the flow of our blood. We must guard the death to the death! We cannot compromise under the guns of the Eastern powers!!!" Wu Ding is a real man, after all, he does not have any characteristics of A San in his styling.

The adjutant advised with great sincerity: "Admiral... Look, you said you want to fight... Now the sailors are trembling, and even the shells are wailing..."

Wu Ding looked around...

I haven't fought much before. Now when I am facing a crisis, I know how bad my combat power is. I transport shells at soft steps. I fill the soft shells with my soft hands, and finally the shells hit the ironclad ship softly.

"Don't give up, warriors! This is our land!" Wu Ding still tried his best to encourage the sailors.

"Admiral. Surrender..." Many sailors have basically given up on fighting, and the pleading sounds are overwhelming.

"You! You!!!" Wu Ding couldn't bear the cowardice in front of him, so he pulled out the Arab scimitar, "If you say surrender again, you will be killed without any hesitation!"

After talking, Wu Ding found that he didn't have to kill him anymore, and the opponent had already come to help.

Ten ironclad ships were attached to the Arabian pulp ships according to the principle of one-on-one. Fang Xian did not need to take action. He just rushed onto the board and shouted. The Sans on the opposite side shook and shook back. Some even jumped into the sea directly.

The 3,000 kiln sailors are not afraid of being strong, but bullying the weak. When they see the opponent's combat power, they immediately rushed forward to make contributions. After experiencing these days of killing and drinking and eating, the kiln sailors' waists have reached a higher level, and basically each person's weight is twice that of the opponent.

The thin and thin A San immediately saw that the fighting power of these ferocious gods dropped to negative, and directly threw away their armor and crawled on the ground.

The adjutant kept reporting the battle situation to Wu Ding: "The admiral...the four warships have been captured by the enemy, five...six..."

Wu Ding couldn't bear it anymore and went into battle himself. Due to his existence, the flagship had not yet surrendered, so he had to let go and fight for a one-on-one fight with the admiral on the other side.

"If the showdown can be won... there is still a chance..." Woodin thought so.

Just as he was about to rush, the shouts of his wives came from behind him.

"ah……"

Wu Ding looked back and saw that his three wives had been caught by his subordinates.

Several sailors holding Wu Ding's wife shouted: "Woo Ding, order surrender quickly!"

"Where is your dignity?!" Woodin was furious.

The sailor also shouted angrily: "It's going to be dead if you continue to fight. Why should you die with you brothers?!"

"What's the point of living when surrendering to the great powers!!!"

As soon as this was said, the sailor opposite suddenly looked safe.

"Our ** can surrender, but our hearts are always protected by God."

The sailors agreed deeply, calmed down and put down their weapons.

Wu Ding yelled: "God gives us strength, not our cowardly safe haven! You..."

Before he finished speaking, he was hit by a blow in the back of his head.

The adjutant put down the stick and sighed: "Pagan, that is your God, not our God."

Woodin lost consciousness, and the adjutant took over the fleet and announced his surrender.

Fang Xian was also a little surprised by this way of winning.

Although the Woodin fleet would be dead if it was really fought, this kind of zero-war loss surrender... is truly unique. The so-called zero-war loss here is the zero-war loss of both sides. The San surrender was too fast and he did not give anyone a chance to swing his sword.

Fang Xian stepped onto Wu Ding's flagship and put on the admiral's robe again. He didn't even have the chance to warm up.

He looked at Woodin who was lying on the ground and suddenly felt very sympathetic to him.

Different beliefs will reflect different powers in different people.

Some beliefs will make people full of strength and use this power to conquer everything.

Some beliefs can make people lose their strength, think that they already have everything, have a god in their hearts, and ** will follow the flow.

This is the tragedy of Woodin. He is a powerful man who leads a group of people who have lost their power.

"Wait..." Fang Xian suddenly felt something was wrong and walked over to ask the adjutant, "What is the religion you believe in?"

The adjutant shivered: "Return to the admiral, I am Indian, and of course I believe in Hinduism."

"All of them are Indians, too?" Fang Xian asked, pointing to the surrendered sailors.

"Yes, sir."

"Where is your admiral?"

"He is Lord Muslin." The adjutant's face was a little dissatisfied.

"It's weird, isn't your base area Basra?" Fang Xian asked, "Where... belongs to Iraq?"

"Sir, the population of Basra is too sparse, and those people are unwilling to leave their land, so Woodin can only recruit sailors along the Indian coast, and most of us are from Kalihet."

After hearing this, Fang Xian was relieved immediately.

If the Basra sailors were fighting against him, I'm afraid the victory wouldn't have come so easily.

Sure enough, the poor combat power of the San brothers is unquestionable in any era and anywhere, and the great achievements of the foreign war are unshakable!

Fang Xianming Zhang Dashun's fleet seized the share of Muskot's port, and he ordered people to drag Wu Ding's extremely few wives into his flagship warehouse. He was very happy to entertain him.

Fang Xian had no insignificant thoughts. Fang Xian had no idea how his wives looked, because they were covered with thick veils...

No one can say anything about this lazy man stole. This is respecting the national belief tradition.

It would be interesting if the designer pursued the truth in the original game. Most of the conversations in Wooding's plot were conducted by him with three masked men.

Wu Ding was still unconscious. His three masked wives were taking care of each other, and did not talk to Fang Xian a little, and they were in love with the chirping birds in the game.

Soon, the good news came that Zhang Dashun had successfully completed the task. After seeing the Nagpur Chamber of Commerce, the strategy has not yet been closed down and the strategy has been reached.

At this moment, Wu Ding also woke up.

He was confused for a moment. He enjoyed his wives' caressing, and then felt something was wrong. He turned around and saw Fang Xian smiling.

He subconsciously touched his waist, and the scimitar had already been taken away.

The scene at this time was a bit awkward. Woody was the kind of person who obviously wanted to fight until the last moment, but his opponent let him go for so long and didn't do it. He didn't know whether to fight or talk.

Fang Xian took the lead in speaking: "I have no intention of conquering you, and I dare not conquer your heart."

Wu Ding finally calmed down and asked his wives to get out of the way and sat upright opposite Fang Xian.

"Then why are you here?"

“To accomplish a mission.”

“What is it?”

"This... is not easy to explain. Let's talk about the next one." Fang Xian continued, "I respect you, but I must get these ports. I hope you can return to Basra, live on your own land forever, and stop our war."

“…”

"I will defend this sea area, at least to ensure that Basra will not invade any outsiders."

"..." Wu Ding sighed and lowered her head, "It seems that my ambition will stop here forever."

"The sea is not suitable for you." Fang Xian comforted, "This place is too complicated and too chaotic, full of faith and freedom, kindness and evil, blood and tears, as well as women and wine... You are a simple person, and your hometown is more suitable for you."

"Why?" Wuding asked blankly, "Why do you want to defeat your enemies without killing them; why do you capture your enemies' army without setting foot on your enemies' land?"

"Ask him." Fang Xian pointed at God, and his original intention was to complain about the setting of the game's evidence of overlords.

Then in Wu Ding's eyes, he was referring to God.

He was confused for a moment, and then sighed: "It seems that it is your God who gives you guidance."
To be continued...