The opening of the Mangekyo Sharingan: the top war killing

"Huh?!" Jessica listened to this headless and brainless words, and even more in the clouds, turned her head to look at Akin, in addition to a slight fluctuation in his eyes, he was the dead face that had not moved for a thousand years.

Although the sails of the Great Vulture are hard sails, they are the fastest under the addition of the bow image, followed by five three-masted soft-sail sea ships, all cargo ships, desperately catching up.

On the guardrail along the side of the ship, Hanan shouted into the cockpit: "Jessica, control the speed, don't let Farafola lose them!"

Jessica poked half her head out of the hatch, stuck out her tongue, and agreed with a grin, "I'm just trying the performance of the Vulture, and by the way, let the rebels see whose home arena the sea really is."

Hanan shook his head, knowing that Jessica was making a little son again, Alabastan's chaos, but she was completely on Princess Vivi's side, and she didn't have much affection for the rebels.

After sailing for nearly half a day, in the evening, Joe's voice came from the watchtower, "Yunan, the unnamed island in front will arrive soon."

Joe's voice was not very loud, but fortunately he was still full of breath and still hadn't fully recovered his health.

Hanan didn't expect that the water and soil disobedience would have such a great power, making this elf genius vomit up and down for nearly a week, if it weren't for Carmen's careful care, maybe Joe would still have to lie on the hospital bed now.

After Harvey returned, he re-checked Joe, saying that it was basically fine, and he could already survive in the desert climate, but to fully adapt, I am afraid that it would be possible to calculate the month, and even use the year as a unit.

Because there were no dock facilities, under Jessica's command, Butch and Sam remeasured the water depth, found a suitable shore, and when the Vulture was docked, several rebel ships followed suit.

Hanan and the others disembarked first, and the island seemed to have changed little, still deserted, except for the coolness of the sea breeze and the sound of the waves crashing on the reef, it was as quiet as death.

After Farafora and Eric disembarked, they arranged for their men to begin to move the means of transport, mostly carts, scooters and the like, and had people nail a few sturdy wooden stakes to the shore to bind the ropes and secure the boat.

The nearly 300 men they brought with them were almost all mobilized from Nahana, mostly logistics and support personnel, after all, this time they were not here to fight.

Krabatar handed over the weapons on the Vulture before returning to Nahana in the south of the kunan and collected the money at the agreed price, the rebels were very satisfied with the quality of the equipment, Krabatel was also satisfied with the speed of their payment, and the spirit of the contract on both sides was very good.

Krabattel walked up to Hanan and asked, "Captain, shall we rest for the night, or shall we go and transport things now?" I look at the rebels and they are in a hurry. Hanan

looked up at the sky in the distance, the sun was almost sinking into the sea level, it was indeed not early, it would not be long before night would fall, he thought for a moment, and said to his staff officer: "There are a lot of weapons in that batch, and there is no hurry in this moment, I will go and talk to them."

After Farafora and Alec listened, they hesitated for a moment and finally agreed.

However, Eric asked for an inspection first, and Hanan had no choice, so he asked the Cat Man brothers and Charlie to take them to several burial sites, and because it was the place chosen by Joe, they also followed. The remaining partners, together with the rebel members, set up a makeshift camp on the shore to prepare for the night.

About half an hour later, as soon as smoke rose from the camp, Joe and his group returned.

Before the Farafola people arrived, laughter sounded first: "Brother Hanan, you can help a lot this time, with this batch of hot and cold weapons, my rebel army can fully arm two or three thousand people..." Eric

was also very happy, and expressed his gratitude to Hanan, Hanan said a few polite words, and saw out of the corner of his eyes that Joe's face was wrong, and he looked like he wanted to say something.

Hanan didn't know, glanced at Krabatel, his own staff officer understood, went up and two rebel cadres 'business perfunctory', Hanan said hello, and led Joe into the distance.

Yu Nan looked left and right, released his spiritual power to probe, and made sure that there was no one nearby, before asking Joe: "Joe, did you find anything?"

Qiao looked solemn: "After we left last time, there were people on this island, and there were traces of turning in many places."

"This is also normal, that pirate Bose said that it was Saki who arranged for them to guard what was here, and it is likely that he sent someone."

Joe nodded: "But the weapons and equipment are still there, the place I chose is very secret, it is impossible for outsiders to find it, I am just worried that there are still people on the island."

Hanan's eyes flashed: "Are you sure?"

"On the way there, I found human feces, which is definitely no more than two days dry and hard, so it is likely that someone is hiding in the shadows."

Hanan lowered his head and thought for a while, "Don't make a noise about this matter, it seems that everyone can't stay overnight, you go and inform our people now, let them all be alert, be careful, I will inform Farafola, and move things on board overnight."

Farafola listened to Hanan change his mind again, although he was surprised, but they wanted to leave earlier, and they wanted to leave now, so they immediately led people to start busy.

Hanan divided his companions into four groups, and the ship, the camp, and the burial site were all stationed, and he disappeared into the night with Joe.

As night slowly fell, the lights of several ships were lit up, and several large fires were lit on the shore, illuminating the nearby area as if it were day.

A sea breeze blew, the swaying flames swayed, and Farafola's face was reflected in a flickering light.

He shouted instructions to his men to transport batches of 'cargo' onto the ship, and dozens of strong men on board, shirtless, sweating like rain, were constantly busy.

Farafola's voice was a little hoarse, and he turned his head to look into the distance, where the rebel soldiers pushed hundreds of carts and scooters, lined up in a long line, back and forth from the bumpy road, like industrious worker ants.

And next to each car, there is a person holding a torch to lead the way, the slender queue is continuous, and the dancing fire is like a firefly, bringing a little light to the night.

On the side of the road in the middle of the firefly queue, there was a small dirt bag on high ground, and Eric was standing on it and looking around, carefully guarded.

As the staff officer of the rebels, Eric is Kousha's chief thinker, and has always been meticulous, and this time he was sent by Kousha, in addition to the importance of this batch of weapons, he also had the task of observing Hanan and other pirates up close.

Two hours ago, he had agreed to Hanan's suggestion to rest for the night and carry things tomorrow morning, but for some reason, Hanan suddenly changed his mind, which inevitably made Alec suspicious.

Is there still a quirk on the island? Or are there outsiders nearby? Eric thought to himself, his eyes flickering to look at two pirates, a man and a woman, not far away.