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Chapter 860 The Shit Stirring Stick in the Melee

"Brother, brother, you really misunderstood me... Well, whatever it is, now, in order to prevent you from going astray, my brother has no choice but to offend me."

As he spoke, a silver spear formed from Moang's palm and stood in front of him.

"Please give me some advice, brother!"

"Haha, give me some advice? Hypocrite looks at the sword!"

Ao Bing was the first to thrust out a sword, and while Moang raised his spear to block it, the two water tribes below also started fighting at the same time.

The water tribe's battle formation of nearly ten thousand people was fighting to the death. No one on either side was willing to give in, and they soon fell into a stalemate.

"My darling, are we going to start a fight with one of our own?"

Cao Ning was stunned when he saw it. He thought that it would take a lot of words to get the two sides to fight, but he didn't expect that he didn't even need to fan the flames. The fight was already in full swing.

"Master, Master, what should we do now? Should we take advantage of the chaos and run away quickly?"

Seeing the melee between the two aquatic tribes, Zhu Xiaoming, who had been on tenterhooks, immediately suggested running away.

After all, we are on the sea now, and if we are not careful, we will fall into the belly of the fish, and by then we may not even have any bones left.

"Why are you running? The show has just begun. I haven't had enough of it yet."

Cao Ning did not plan to run away at this time. Let alone whether he could leave safely with the aircraft carrier fleet, if he was overtaken by others during the retreat, then the situation would be really critical.

By then, I'm afraid that two groups of people will come towards him, and it will take a lot of effort to escape unscathed.

"Then what should we do now? Is it possible for us to look at it like this?" Zhu Xiaoming asked doubtfully.

"Is that my style? Wait, I will let them know later why the flowers are so red."

Cao Ning took out an AK47 from the system, then found a leftover giant fish head and put it on his head, then jumped into the sea with a gorgeous jump.

...

On the sea, nearly 10,000 water tribesmen from the two Longzi camps were fighting together.

Looking at it, except for the giant octopus, which has an absolute advantage, the other shrimp soldiers and crabs will suffer almost the same damage.

But even if the war reaches this point, both sides still have no intention of quitting.

Just when the two sides were fighting inextricably, a sneaky fish head suddenly appeared in the white flag water group of Moang.

He picked up his AK, and while the sound of fighting continued, he aimed at the fierce manta rays on the opposite side and fired directly, causing dozens of manta rays to turn their stomachs on the spot.

Even so, he still felt it was not enough, so he immediately summoned the water tribe around him to charge.

"Brothers, charge forward, the time has come to avenge His Highness Moang, kill him!"

"Kill!"

Sure enough, after Ao Bing's army lost the support of the devil fish in front of the formation, the formation immediately shrank. At this time, the Shui Tribe under Moang immediately launched a mad attack.

However, Sour Fish Head, who had shouted the loudest just now, chose to pace in place. M.

When the water tribe around him were almost ready, he immediately raised the muzzle of his gun and fired wildly at the water tribe who were in the same camp just now.

The water tribe had no time to react and were caught off guard by the sudden bullet.

"Asshole, where are you going to fight? These are all our own people!"

"Fuck, I'm blind. You drilled two holes into my giant pincers like this. You have to compensate me!"

"Trash, trash, where are you going...ah...I told you that I hit the wrong person, why are you still hitting..."

"Holy hell, when did a human machine gun penetrate even my scales? Look, this fish's intestines are leaking... ugh..."

"Damn it, I can't bear it anymore, brothers, fuck him!"

"..."

In the blink of an eye, the last batch of aquatic tribes that launched the charge were knocked down in a large area.

The remaining surviving aquatic tribes all became red-eyed, so they gave up the attack one after another, and immediately turned around and chased after the picklehead fish.

"Fuck...I didn't mean it!"

Seeing the dense aquarium rushing towards them, the sour fish was startled, and immediately escaped to the bottom of the sea before slipping to the opponent's camp at an extremely fast speed.

"Brothers, I succeeded. I successfully killed a large area of ​​the Shui tribe on the opposite side. Kill it. It's time to be loyal to Prince Ao Bing."

"???"

The Shui Tribe, who was stunned at first, couldn't figure out what was happening. No one knew what was going on.

However, they saw the scene just now clearly, and they all admired the sour fish's practice of "lying on the firewood and tasting its courage".

So under the encouragement of Sourhead Fish, they all raised their swords and guns to fight back.

What they didn't expect was that Sourhead Fish actually opened fire from behind again.

While he was shooting, he was still shouting slogans.

"Brothers, look, my undercover plan was successful. Kill him. It's time to clear the name of Prince Mo'ang."

"His grandma's!"

The strategy of shooting the sourhead fish in the back was indeed successful. A few bullets were shot out, and the Black Flag Aquarium fell into a large area.

"Damn it, brothers, fuck him!"

The remaining water tribes all had red eyes and raised their swords to fight back.

So the sourhead fish once again used its wits to escape from the water to the opponent's camp.

"Brothers, you have all seen it. I really didn't mean it just now. I killed many of them this time."

The sour-headed fish rubbed its nose and cried out in grievance, which convinced the aquarium people at Baiqi Camp.

One of the Australian dragons patted the sour fish on the shoulder with great appreciation: "Brother, don't say anything anymore, you have been wronged!"

The sour-headed fish choked and wiped his nose: "It's okay, as long as it can be for Ao...Prince Mo'ang, I am willing to do anything."

"Well done, brother, rest first and leave the rest to us...Brothers, the time has come to make contributions, kill!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Aolong immediately held his pliers high and took the lead in leading the charge.

This made the sour fish so excited that his hand almost trembled as he pulled the gun bolt.

"It's so touching. If I couldn't eat two more bowls without tears, I would feel sorry for this brother."

After saying that, Sourhead Fish raised his AK again and aimed at the charging White Flag Army and fired wildly behind them.

"Brothers opposite, I really didn't mean it just now... The time has come to pledge allegiance to Prince Ao Bing... Oh, why don't you fight?"

"..."

After Sourhead roared twice, he realized that the two opposing camps had stopped fighting at the same time, and everyone looked at him with great anger.

I don’t know how long it took, but a black-faced Yaksha in the team walked out of the crowd holding a steel fork!

"This is the trouble maker, brothers, fuck him!"

"You bastard, I'm going to chop him alive!"

"Come on, I'll have to skin him if I see the sky!"

"Shameless bastard, how dare you deceive my feelings, I will fight you!"

"..."

"Oh my god, what's going on? We share the same hatred with the enemy, but we have the same guns pointing at the outside world?"

Seeing the aquarium army swarming in regardless of camp, the sour fish was so frightened that he immediately rubbed oil on his soles and ran away.

If they catch up, the consequences will definitely be disastrous.


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