The cabin of the King of the Sea is already the most spacious among warships:

The aisle more than two meters wide is enough to make three people move side by side without being difficult; the upper and lower deck distance of three and a half meters is no less than that of ordinary houses... Such a cabin corridor is more than enough for the soldiers and sailors of the Kurtiras Navy.

But if a tauren is placed in the cabin...

"Fortunately, our horns grew forward..."

A spear knocked a naval soldier who was rushing forward with a scimitar. He bent his waist and rushed towards Lao Tang who was leading to the upper deck stairs. He couldn't help but sigh in pain.

At this moment, Lao Tang's image looked quite embarrassed. Not only did he look like smoke and wood chips on his face, he even left several marks of metal bullets on his armor.

Those bullets that luckily broke through the protection of the Holy Shield Technique were quickly spread out after being forced on Lao Tang's armor, pressing on the surface of the armor, like patches and armor pieces added to repair by a clumsy blacksmith apprentice. The originally thick and gorgeous glory armor now looks like a street stall with patches... still the kind that no one can take.

To be honest, Lao Tang made some mistakes this time.

When the plan was made, Old Tang Guang thought of leaping out of the cabin to avoid the first concentrated fire of the Navy Guard, but accidentally ignored the size gap between the Taurus and humans...

In terms of the tall and burly figure of the Tauren, the warship cabin still looks too frustrating and narrow. Not to mention, Lao Tang's figure is one of the top big men and big guys among the many Tauren men.

A large body and a big guy often bring strong physical fitness and irresistible brute force. If you are in a spacious environment, such as plains and Gobi, it will definitely represent an advantage far beyond your opponent.

But in such a small cabin... it is not an advantage but a disadvantage.

To put it nicely, Lao Tang is now considered a man who is a pass, and ten thousand men cannot open it; to be honest... Lao Tang is caught in a urn, closing the door and beating a dog...

Under such an environment, Old Tang would even be able to move quickly, let alone wielding the two violent warhammers that were almost as tall as Lao Tang.

If Old Tang hadn't been able to rely on his perverted power, would he have performed violently for a few moments and played a guest role in the demolition and relocation office staff? I'm afraid that on the deck, Leelsa, Luo Khan and Lao Chen would not have been able to kill him back.

...

Old Tang, who fell into the cabin of the warship, quickly put away the two war hammers that could not show any combat power due to space limitations. He skillfully touched a heavy javelin made of steel from behind and held it tightly in his hand, just as a short spear.

He kicked away a naval guard who suddenly came out of the cabin beside him to intercept him. Old Tang snatched the steel shield he had fallen to the ground and held it in his hand.

The tower shield that can cover most of the body of the navy soldiers can only act as a small arm shield in Lao Tang's hand, barely covering half of his body. However, in such an environment where there is no space and is inconvenient to dodge, it is better to have a shield to protect him than nothing.

After all, Lao Tang was born in "defense warfare". Although the Titan Power Double Hammer should follow the "crazy warfare" path after it was created, his ability to control the shield has not yet been laid down.

With a short spear in one hand and a shield in the other hand, Old Tang felt that his image now seemed to be integrated with a "three hundred" strong man... This discovery made Old Tang feel like he was playing tricks. The short spear hit the shield three times hard, and roared like a spoof, which made others confused about his mind:

"For Sparta!"

...

The spear and the shield were smashed. Old Tang efficiently cleaned up those blockers who did not suddenly jump out of the cabin beside him. He was struggling towards the stairs as he felt difficult and reluctantly.

Turning a corner and coming to the middle section of the warship, Old Tang finally saw his eyes lit up, and then his brows frowned slightly.

The staircase leading to the upper deck is already close in front of you, but the cabin that has finally become spacious in front of the stairs is not unobstructed and smooth...

Dozens of naval guards have formed a reduced defensive formation in the spacious middle section of the cabin, blocking the exit of the corridor.

Five or six navy soldiers holding heavy tower shields in both hands formed the first line of defense. Following were two rows of spearmen holding long-handled spears, with heavy steel long handles mounted on the shoulders of the shield warriors leaning on the shield half-squatting on the ground. The tip of the spears flashing with cold light was like the vicious fangs of the poisonous snake waiting for prey...

Even after that simple defensive formation, more than 20 musketeers were already focused and ready to fire at any time. Just now, Old Tang was just revealed and was "warmly welcomed" by a round of musketes!

If Old Tang hadn't seen the opportunity quickly and quickly blocked the shield and retreated to the corner, he would have probably seen a few bloody wounds on his body and capsized in the gutter...

However, a simple defensive formation composed of dozens of people would not cause any trouble for Lao Tang in normal times. He even disdained to pay attention to it.

With a huge force combined with a heavy weapon like a war hammer, breaking such an interception defense is a charge. The seemingly powerful and strong tower shield is no more tough than a piece of cardboard under two war hammers...

But now in a small area like the cabin, Lao Tangkong has all his skills but can't even play half of it.

With a glimpse of the moment, Old Tang had already discovered that some evil guy had thrown all over the ground by some evil guy in the corridor leading to the front cabin. These gadgets that were originally used to deal with cavalry, the dark rivets reflected a green glimmer. If anyone told Old Tang that he had not been poisoned, Old Tang would definitely spit out his face and spit out starry-like face.

Even the floor was covered with thick grease. The fishy smell seemed to indicate the source of the grease. It was probably extracted from the corpse of some marine creature... With this layer of "lubricating oil", Lao Tang didn't want to take a risk, and then had an intimate contact with the caltrops all over the ground with his face...

As for other mixing ropes, like large iron clamps like super-large mouse traps, there are everything, and no one is left behind. This is what Lao Tang just discovered. Who knows if there is any more sinister arrangement in the secret?

Old Tang even began to wonder if there was a "professional hunter" who provided surprise guidance to these naval soldiers and was waiting here to set up a trap for himself...

Not to mention charging, Old Tang can even make it difficult for him to step on his feet!

On the one hand, he had to rely on the "small" shield in his hand to withstand the musket volley. On the other hand, he had to face such layers of "mechanism" restrictions. For a moment, Lao Tang, a heroic "master", was forced by these inconspicuous gadgets to get in a dilemma. He was not allowed to advance...

"Are you navy or hunters in these thieves? The small corridor traps are so complete?"

Old Tang, hiding around the corner, couldn't help but curse the navy soldiers fiercely.

Old Tang never wanted to have three or five high-explosive grenades or arcane bombs in his backpack as he did now, playing standard "tactical throwing" and "grenade blowing bunkers"...

"If I had known that I would have left a few cluster bombs in my bag,"

He poked his head out and glanced at the other end of the corridor. Before he could see clearly, Old Tang was forced back to the corner by a fierce musket. After searching in his magic backpack for a long time, he could not find the shadow of the "Weapon of Mass Destruction". Old Tang couldn't help but complain like a hindsight:

"Now I'm throwing it all over, no matter what trap mechanism he is, and all the navy thieves will give him one move!"

Suddenly, Old Tang's eyes lit up suddenly. He pulled out his two warhammers. After shaking the weight, he laughed like a traitor.

Since you can’t play fixed-point blast without grenades, then just play an alternative "bowling ball"!

In order to exert his great power, Solidal created two Titan power warhammers specially created for him, each of which had a total of thousands of pounds!

If you suddenly get hit by such a weight, your body strength will not be as strong as possible and you will immediately turn into a pool of meat paste. At least your bones and tendons will be broken, and you will be dead! Such weight and power are not much worse than siege hammers!

Since there is no other trick to imagine, Lao Tang doesn't mind making a guest appearance as a "human-shaped trencher"!

Since he had thought of a solution, Lao Tang naturally took action. In this regard, a man named Chuanyun has always been very decisive.

Taking a deep breath, Old Tang held up his shield to protect his head, chest and abdomen with one hand, flashed suddenly, and then he pierced a huge force to sweep the two warhammers straight towards the opposite naval defense line, and even ignored the stinging sensation of being hit by a musket from his body.

As the collision between the bullets and armor made a harsh noise and roar, the two warhammers, one in front and one behind, smashed straight towards the navy soldiers blocking the exit of the corridor like cruise missiles. Under Lao Tang's deliberate control, there was not even the arc of the parabola.

Not to mention it, the defense of the Honor Armor is quite reliable. After being hit by a dense musket at a distance of less than twenty yards, Lao Tang was really injured. There were only three or five bullets that penetrated into his body, and it was not a vital point. Most of the rest were either blocked by shields or left a large area of ​​dredging on Lao Tang's body.

He took a breath of cold air. The miserable wail from the other end of the cabin made Lao Tang endure the pain in his body and poke his head out again to check his "fight results".

But at the moment of protruding his head, the hairs all over Lao Tang's body instantly exploded!

The alarm of crisis that had saved himself countless times suddenly flashed through Lao Tang's mind!

Before I could think too much, Lao Tang once again followed his crisis instinct:

He bent, shrank his head, and held a shield in one hand to protect his neck. He rolled forward in a mess on the spot, almost ruthlessly sacrificing his body into a cabin next door.

While Lao Tang made an emergency response, four black daggers without a trace of light suddenly appeared from the shadow and pierced towards the direction where Lao Tang was the previous second!

The wooden board of the cabin that was stabbed by one of the daggers seemed to be splashed with sulfuric acid and water regia. In an instant, a dark green gap was corroded and melted and decomposed. In an instant, a pungent smell and breath of smell like a stinky fish and shrimp filled the air!

Old Tang, who stood up again and was ready for battle, couldn't help but look solemn when he saw this scene.

What a domineering toxin on the dagger!

The owner of the four daggers - four masked black-clothed assassins - saw that they failed to hit the attack, but without saying a word, threw a smoke bomb into the ground, and instantly forced into a stealth state again!

In an instant, the four assassins had just appeared and could not even see half of the person. Apart from the sound of the erosion of the wooden boards not far away and the dying wailing of the navy soldiers, there was no sound in his ears!

Even with Lao Tang's strong eyesight and keen perception, he could not detect the locations of the four black-clothed assassins at this time!

If it weren't for the corroded cabin that proved that all this happened before his eyes, Old Tang couldn't help but wonder if the dangerous assassination just now was his imagination...

"sudden!"

“What a warm welcome ceremony!”

His eyes narrowed slightly, and Old Tang Chao spitted a mouthful of thick phlegm beside him, and his tone was murmur:

"The thing that is most annoying is you stalkers who hide their heads and tails..."

"Each one is more slippery than the loach and you won't hold back!" (To be continued)

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