One Piece’s Strongest Ice Dragon

West Town, Mayor's Office.

The town's mayor is a fat, middle-aged man with brown hair that hangs over his shoulders like kelp. The purple dress that looked extremely expensive was worn on his body, supported by his round belly, it suddenly became extremely cheap. A musket strapped to his waist made him look more like a pirate than a mayor.

Perhaps, one side's eyes on the other side are talking about the current situation?

Only this kind of mayor who is like a pirate can suppress the group of gangsters who are doing nothing all day long.

At this moment, the mayor named Pickle was walking around the office anxiously, dazzled the eyes of his subordinates waiting aside.

"Damn it! We've always been at night, and we waited for those guys to send the navy away before we secretly moved the food back. Why did the navy still know!"

Every move of Loya and the others has attracted the attention of the entire Magnetic Drum Country. Just now, hundreds of marines marched towards West Town under the leadership of Mingde, and they naturally noticed them.

This made Pickle very scared, feeling that his plan might have been exposed.

"But Boss, we don't need to be afraid of them, right?" A subordinate said hesitantly: "They are just the navy, so is it possible to search here?"

"You know what a fart!"

Picker hummed and cursed: "The other party is led by the lieutenant general named Loya, do you know how he handles things?" Saying this, Picker threw a stack of documents on the table and pointed: "Look for yourselves, this kind of bastard who is ready to massacre will have scruples because of his status, what a joke!"

The little brother who made the noise picked up the document and looked at it, and his face immediately turned pale.

This damn, that one is too cruel! And when he thought of himself and the others being targeted by him, the little brother's heart felt cold.

"Then...then what shall we do?"

"What else can I do? Run!" Pikel roared, looking at the palace unwillingly.

Obviously only a little bit, he has enough capital to launch a rebellion and occupy this country. Obviously only a little bit!

Now, not only did he have to run away, but he also had to abandon the food that he spent a lot of money to raise. Thinking of this, Pickle felt a strong hatred for Loya and the others.

Perhaps this is called a coincidence. Simon clearly acted through the rules and asked Loya to send troops. However, Pikel thought that Loya would not take the rules into account and sent troops to him.

Although the starting point is completely different, as far as the final judgment is concerned, there is nothing wrong with it!

However, what he doesn't know is that even if Loya doesn't attack him, this country is not something he can take down.

A frog in a well is a person like Picker.

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"Report! Lieutenant Colonel Mingde, the town of West is under martial law. We went forward to negotiate to no avail, whether to launch an attack! Please instruct!"

Now Pickle is ready to flee, but he won't say so. He needed a reason to let his subordinates block the navy and give himself some time.

Treasure, for example, is a good reason.

No one can remember how much oil and water Pickel has shaved over the years. But the residents of West Town knew that it was an astronomical sum.

Under the heavy reward, there must be a brave man. Facing the temptation of Pickle, these guys who only dared to bully the common people took up guns and weapons one after another, and built fortifications on the wall to resist the attack of the navy.

In fact, the soldier was no longer needed to report. Mingde saw the muzzle of the other party's gun protruding from behind the cover early in the morning. If there is no ghost in his heart, why should they be so nervous?

Immediately, Mingde took off the mace behind his back and raised it with one hand: "Give me the order! The whole army goes out!"

Boom! bang bang!

The artillery brought from the palace was useful, and after a round of salvo, apart from the pungent gunpowder smoke, only ruined walls and broken arms and limbs remained.

Seeing a breach in the solid wall, Arudo rushed out of the crowd with one step,

The iron chains wrapped around his body made him look like a beast from the Colosseum.

Iron block!

Armed color, harden!

As the only guy who specializes in six-style iron blocks, Arudo has already managed to keep moving while using iron blocks. Even though his movements will become very stiff, but... anyway, he can't move much, can't he?

Ding dong!

Facing the attack, the guys in West Town quickly started to counterattack. It's just that those bullets that were enough to kill people hit Arudo's body, and they could only make a weak crisp sound before falling to the ground.

"It's... a monster!"

"Help! Help! I don't want to die!"

Seeing this scene, there are very few people who can not collapse.

Boom!

With a heavy kick, he kicked a big hole in the surrounding wall. Arudo showed a cruel smile at the gangsters who were hiding behind, tentatively called the rebel "army": "How are you!"

"what!"

creak!

Boom!

After easily cleaning up the group of guys, Arudo patted the blood on his gloves and continued to move towards the town.

"Taking Lieutenant Arudo as the spearhead, the whole army assaults! Pay attention to the surrounding houses and hiding places, and be careful of sneak attacks!"

Ming De expressed his satisfaction with Arudo's performance. Although it is easy to be targeted by people in individual combat, the actual effect is not good, but in this kind of attack to break the city, Arudo is simply a human tank!

Even he himself didn't dare to say that he could survive Arudo's charge.

With the fall of the wall, the battle came to the street fighting stage. At this time, the advantages and disadvantages of natives and outsiders are reflected.

As old fritters who have lived here all year round, the rebels know the terrain well, and they know where there are shortcuts and everything. This is what they found out when they were avoiding debt collection, beating people, and escaping all year round. It is not comparable to the navy just by looking at the map.

Taking advantage of the terrain, the rebels blocked the navy in the center of the town, preventing them from moving.

"Notify the artillery to blow up the surrounding buildings!" Aruduo leaned his back behind a section of the wall and suggested to Mingde: "There is something blocking it, I can't catch them at all!"

"But our people are still here!" Mingde said with a frown, "If the artillery is tilted a bit, we'll be fine, but they'll be dead!"

"Fuck! This battle was fought!" Arudo pouted impatiently, and smashed the wall beside him with his fist.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a row of bullets flew over, causing everyone to flee in embarrassment.

At this moment, a figure appeared beside Mingde, reeking of alcohol all over his body.

"Hey, little brother Mingde! It seems that you are in trouble?"

"Kuleha!" Mingde turned his head in surprise: "You are finally back!"

"Yeah, I heard that you want me to be the king, so I ran away." Kureha said while drinking, "But after thinking about it carefully, I came back."

"Well, now is not the time to talk about that."

Kureha raised the hand holding the wine bottle and pointed to the opposite building: "The enemy is there to face, how about I help you solve the problem?"