The East Sea Pirates were forcibly integrated by Liszt; they all followed Lao Da just to make a living. In times of crisis, there was no such thing as loyal iron-clad troops.
They brushed against the Aran Navy and felt the initial headwind. Besides, the Narrow Sea already had their navy stationed, so they all directly surrendered. Earning ten to twenty silver coins a month was just slightly higher than the Beima Navy’s salary, so why risk their lives? ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ NoveIＦire.net
Although it was said to be the Angel Round, during the rapid development of Black Sail, one must have the ability to play, and ordinary soldiers better not get involved.
"Fuck your mother, they really are a bunch of fence-sitters."
Liszt cursed aloud; the Rebellious Marquis of Golden Palm Port was truly a genius at riding the wind and adjusting sails. It’s obvious even with a knee what was going on. The Rebellious Marquis only wanted better conditions for selling out the country; it didn’t matter to whom he sold it. Black Sail was a valued guest, and the Aran Navy was the diamond VIP seated at the top.
These are different from the people of Crocodile Island, Zote. If they couldn’t beat these two, they could just leave without doing business with Mulong. If the Oath of Loyalty to Lostra wasn’t well delivered, there was still a chance to make up for it.
But for the navy, their performance appraisal was to chop Liszt, and they couldn’t hide.
The more Liszt thought, the angrier he got. Even Zote was ready to be chopped by him, and former defeat hadn’t accounted for much.
"It turns out it’s Lord Zahak. Here’s the thing: I’m coming over to surrender right now. I just hope Vice Admiral will show mercy and spare my men."
Liszt said after finishing.
"You all go to Golden Palm Port, I can handle things here. Just chop all the navy folks."
Even Wolman felt Liszt’s decision was unreliable. "With a major battle imminent, how can you divide troops across locations? Besides, we’ll be attacked from both sides by Zote’s forces, be cautious."
"No need to be cautious, Zahak and his troops can afford to wait. They are not able to fight well and are waiting for us and Zote on Crocodile Island to finish fighting so they can swoop in for the spoils. The situation would be even worse then. Isn’t it just a 1V3? The Emperor has blown up, so why should I fear him?"
Liszt felt after finishing up here, he had to rush to the frontline to swiftly chop Zote.
"This is on me, no avoiding it. Full firepower must be given a proper explanation."
Morison said calmly, while the Apocalypse Disney was about to open, refusing to find grievances.
The key players present were deeply shocked; this was the first time in almost two years he spoke , akin to a military order, although Black Sail wasn’t a militarized organization. Military orders were taboo; we were all brothers, so let’s not discuss life and death, but providing an explanation in pirate culture was akin to a military order. If you couldn’t back down, there would be nowhere to save face, very terrifying!
"What’s with all the damn expressions? Some people are just oblivious to what’s good; the gate of Hell may not have opened, but they’re determined to barge in."
A sharp knife flicked out from Morison’s sleeve; last year he tattooed little Zah on it, really not learning from experience. And don’t say it’s you; even if your master came, the outcome couldn’t be guaranteed.
"I’ve got it figured out, you all head to the Golden Palm Port. The frontline has Fen and bombers in action, when I get there, little Zuo won’t be able to stir any waves."
Liszt looked at Mika; why was this guy itching to move?
"Alright, but after finishing off the navy, I need to head to Aran and won’t return to Mulong."
Liszt tapped out a question mark.
"I need to meet Qili; aren’t you planning something big? That night might be the only chance to get close to Qili."
Mika pondered that when the explosive news of Saleret and Zote’s death was revealed simultaneously at the arena meeting, Lao Li would truly become the most famous among the Netherworld People, even outshining Qili, achieving great heights, and as the benefactor who saved Lao Li’s life, wooing Qili would be easy.
Liszt gave a thumbs up.
"The navy... Killing them isn’t as thrilling as killing the army."
Wolman indicated he wouldn’t go; while Liszt was confident, the vicinity of Silver Moon City was currently extremely dangerous, damn it!
"No need for you all. Since Mr. Mai is willing to accompany me on this journey, truly grateful for the Immortal Emperor leading the charge. Just take a few hundred brothers who are skilled with guns along with me. I’ll take care of all the Generals."
"A single blade strike to finish it, alright! That’s it! Now Wolman, and Yiremu senior, we should go gut Zote."
Liszt tongued in style, Uborio was also quite reliable, and they prepared for a general assault, aiming for a decisive strike.