"Hahahaha, those humans are very clever. They took over the task of patrolling the sea area without us having to say anything."

"In my opinion, we can just let them do all the work of patrolling the sea area from now on. Anyway, Fuso's fleet has been basically wiped out. What else can happen?"

"That's right, why do we need to do such small things as daily patrols ourselves? Just let the human troops do it."

The fine wine that could not be drunk in ordinary times was now placed in front of them, so the fishmen started drinking without any restraint. They just wanted to drink enough in one go.

After drinking several barrels of fine wine, each and every one of the murlocs, under the influence of their drunkenness, openly came up with the idea of ​​leaving all the remaining work to the human troops.

In the past, they naturally would not have dared to be so slack. After all, if things went wrong, would they have to have their skin ripped off?

But now the situation is different. Yamamoto Yoshikazu's maritime power has basically been wiped out. It can be said that the overall situation in this sea area has been decided. The only work that needs to continue is the daily patrol. By the way

Continue to suppress the coastal cities of Yamamoto Yoshikazu to prevent the other side from building any more warships.

In other words, we have now entered the stage of "controlling the situation". As long as we control the situation well, Yamamoto Yoshikazu will not be able to stand up.

In the eyes of the fish people, this trivial matter does not need to be done by themselves at all, even if it is left to the human troops, it is more than enough.

In this regard, Shark Goth, as the strongest member of this fish-men unit and also the highest officer, did not express any objection.

Obviously, this guy also has some ideas in mind.

Now that this task has been basically completed, and the sky is high and the emperor is far away, how can I not relax myself?

The human officers who heard the murlocs' conversation from a distance sneered secretly. At the same time, they couldn't help but wonder if their majesty's next arrangements were a bit redundant. Maybe they were just preparing prescriptions for those guys.

With enough strong liquor, all these fishmen can be brought down.

Here, by the way, it is worth mentioning that in order to obtain so much wine, they emptied all the stocks in several wine shops in this port city.

Afterwards, as fresh meat and barbecue equipment were delivered, the rich aroma of barbecue soon spread in the port area.

The alluring smell, not to mention the fishmen who have been unable to eat this kind of food all year round, even the soldiers of the civilizations of all worlds can't help but be aroused.

However, although the appearance of those murlocs gorging on meat and drinking from vats is tempting, they are not stupid enough to eat those things...

This night was destined to be uneventful. After eating a lot of wine and meat, and then draining a large barrel of wine, the shark Gut wiped the corner of his mouth and felt a little dizzy.

"Hiccup! Did you drink too much?"

He couldn't help but drink. He was more or less an official. Shark Gert had drank wine before, so he also knew that if he drank too much, he would enter a state called 'drunkness'.

'The state is exactly what it is now.

"Today, let's stop here today."

He was somewhat restrained for the time being. Just when he was about to ask the humans to put away the remaining wine for him and drink it another day, Shark Goth, who was just about to stand up from the ground, felt suddenly light-headed and heavy in his body.

He fell heavily to the ground with a 'plop' sound.

This fall was not a light one, but it did not make Sharkot feel awake. When he fell, his vision went dark and he lost consciousness...

"Finally, they all fell down. No wonder His Majesty said to increase the dose. The antibodies these fishmen are born with are indeed very strong."

Without making a move, the entire port had already been surrounded by soldiers from the expeditionary army. Looking at the murlocs now lying in pieces, the officer in charge of the mission waved his hand...

"Do it!"

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"..."

"Gululu...Gululu..."

"I am in the sea now..."

The special touch came through the skin and gill organs. At this moment, although Shark Gert had not yet opened his eyes, he could clearly realize that he was lying in the sea water.

"yesterday……"

His eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds and he could not open them at all at this moment, but the familiar sea water environment clearly made him feel at ease. With his eyes closed, Shark Gert was trying hard to recall what happened yesterday.

"I seem to be drunk? Did I jump back into the sea before I got drunk?"

At this moment, his entire state was obviously a bit fragmented.

Then, before he could think about it, he felt a strong nausea in his stomach, accompanied by a surge of stomach acid, which suddenly rushed to his throat.

"vomit--"

This vomiting was so overwhelming that a large amount of vomit was completely mixed with the surrounding seawater. The pungent sour smell constantly impacted his sense of smell. At the same time, at this moment, even if he took a breath,

A large amount of seawater mixed with vomit would pour into his mouth and nostrils. This feeling can only be said to be really terrible.

He rowed his body subconsciously, trying to get further away from the sea area polluted by his own vomit.

As a result, before he could flutter a few more times, there was a muffled sound, making him clearly realize that he seemed to have hit something.

The eyes that had been closed until now were finally opened bit by bit at this moment.

The first thing that caught his eye was the sea water that was obviously carrying his vomit. At this moment, even the fishman felt a little nauseous.

However, through the vomit, Sharkot's sight quickly focused on a figure wearing a black military uniform.

Just like humans are very face-blind when looking at fish-men, conversely, the same is true for fish-men when they look at humans.

In the eyes of fish people, all humans actually look similar, but this human is different.

Because the other party held the brim of the military cap very low, most of his face was obscured by the shadow of the brim, making it difficult for him to see.

"What's going on? I..."

Touching the transparent wall in front of him with both hands, the moment he realized his situation, Shark Gert was about to take action, but at this moment, a faint voice sounded.

"I advise you not to do anything stupid. Your current location is at least forty kilometers away from the coast. If you smash this fish box filled with seawater, you will only be the one who suffers.

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Chapter completed!