Hidetake wasn't too surprised when he saw the arrival of Eurasian reinforcement.
Considering Nathan's identity, there was no way Eurasia would just watch as he got into trouble on Daragon Island. Sending people to back him up was both reasonable and within Hidetake's expectations.
Hidetake icily observed the dozens of Eurasian fishing boats in the distance.
He made some rough calculations and estimated that there were over two thousand people.
However, even if there were over two thousand men coming as reinforcements, when combined with Nathan's five hundred people on Daragon Island, their numbers didn't surpass two thousand and five hundred.
Jetroina's troops still outnumbered Eurasia's.
Hidetake narrowed his eyes and nonchalantly looked at the Eurasian boats far away. He boomed, “Show yourself, cowards. Who do you think you are to try and tell me what to do?”
Meanwhile, on a Eurasian warship, Fang was standing with his hands behind his back.
He had a sneer on his face. “The enemy wants to know our identity, boys. In that case, let's raise our flag and let them know who we are!”
His subordinates clamored in agreement after hearing that.
Fang immediately hoisted a flag up on the fishing boat.
It had Fang's logo on it, and “the Dragon” was written on the center of the flag as well.
A general in the Jetroinan camp saw the flag through a pair of binoculars. He immediately yelled, “It's Fang! It's Fang from North Army!”
Hidetake frowned slightly.
Naturally, he knew of the infamous Fang.
He just hadn't expected Fang of North Army to show up in South Army's territorial waters. He was rather surprised at that moment.
Right then, another two fishing boats from Eurasia raised their flags.
The difference was that one flag had Destroyer's logo and the other had Heptakill's totem as well as their respective names written in the middle of the flags.
The soldiers on the Jetroinan fishing boat once again cried out in surprise.
“Destroyer and Heptakill are here too.”
“All the Three Tigers of the North have arrived.”
While the Jetroinan troops were gasping in shock, another six Eurasian fishing boats raised their flags.
“Chief Cross, we are the elites of the North who were ordered to come here as reinforcement.”
Nathan grinned and replied, “Welcome, comrades. Fight with me.”
All of them responded in unison, “It's our honor!”
At that moment, a figure suddenly ran over in front of Nathan. There was joy written all over his face, and an ingratiating look in his eyes.
It was none other than Sevan.
He had come together with the troops.
Nathan smiled. “So, you're here too, Sevan. Join me in defeating our enemies.”
Sevan raised his fist enthusiastically. He used it to fiercely pound on his chest twice before stammering, “Y—Yes!”
He had gradually learned to talk over that period of time, but he couldn't speak very clearly. On top of that, he could only say a few simple phrases.
Regardless, it was a major improvement compared to the time Nathan had just saved him from the Ghost Ship.
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