This navy can deal with him, how dare he kill White Beard!

Looking around, the battlefield is full of bright lights.

In the morning light piercing the darkness,

In the fire that seems to burn the sky,

That snow-white seagull flag,

It's so insanely beautiful!

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Some people say that the Golden Lion is too strong, but in fact he has this strength, and it was a joke that he would lose in the theatrical version.

A big hero who is on an equal footing with Roger and Whitebeard, it is not too much to be overlord, and besides, the strong men in the Pirate World are all monsters, and they often fight for days and nights.

I don’t want to explain too much, what I want to say is, believe me, the plot will not collapse, there is an outline, give me a little more time, the second volume will be over soon, and it should be almost over after the May Day holiday.

Thank you for your support, please everything.

Chapter 127 Annihilation of the Flying Pirates

a day later.

Marine Headquarters Marine Fando.

Military hospital.

Ron slowly opened his heavy eyelids, and the picture in front of him gradually became clear.

Ceiling fans hanging from the white ceiling, gray walls, and the strong smell of blood and disinfectant in the air.

The corner of his mouth twitched subconsciously, it was the ward again.

How do you feel that this has become your resurrection point?

He struggled to sit up from the bed, and as he moved, bursts of intense burning pain gushed out from every muscle in his body, overwhelming fatigue occupied his nerves, and even made his hospital gown A fine layer of cold sweat seeped out.

He looked at his arms, which were fixed in plaster and tied into rice dumplings, with needles and water inserted into the back of his feet, and a hanging bottle.

"It's really tossing..."

Ron smiled self-deprecatingly.

The sequelae of Bamen Dunjia are indeed terrifying, and it is simply not something ordinary people can bear.

The stronger the individual's strength, the stronger the increase in the overall combat power when the Eight Doors Dunjia is activated, but the side effects that come with it are also more obvious.

tuk tuk-

There was a knock on the door outside the ward, and then the door of the ward was pushed open, and two figures stood there.

"Your uncle's Ron...you are going to die, what will you do with the drink you owe me?"

Alder rushed in with a fruit basket, his eyes flushed.

Ron felt warm in his heart, smiled and said:

"Don't worry, if I told you to buy you a drink, I won't break my promise."

"I'm a man of my word."

He looked at Tina behind Alder, smiled and said:

"Colonel Tina."

Tina didn't speak, just shook her head, went to the side and poured a glass of water, and handed it to Ron.

Ron raised his plaster-bound hand awkwardly and took it.

"Rest well... When you recover, Tina will beat you up."

After Tina finished speaking, she turned around and walked out of the ward.

Old arrogant.

Ron's mouth curled into a smile.

At this moment,

A thunder-like roar suddenly sounded——

"Ron, you brat!! Wings are stiff, aren't you? You don't listen to the old man's orders?"

Ron froze for a moment, looked up and saw Zefa rushing in angrily dragging a huge mechanical arm.

"Mr. Zefa!!" Alder was shocked when he saw Zefa, and immediately saluted.

Zefa sized him up, then suddenly raised his hand and patted his shoulder, smiling appreciatively:

"Well, Olde, the old man has heard about you, and Xiaohe admires you very much, saying that you are an excellent talent."

"If you are interested later, come to the military academy."

Alder's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he was overjoyed.

What does Mr. Zefa mean by this sentence, let yourself go to a military academy for further study?

He subconsciously looked at Ron lying on the hospital bed.

Ron pretended to be dissatisfied and said:

"Old man Zefa, you are trying to steal someone from me... Alder is my right arm and right arm."

"Besides, he is very capable, and he is an officer who has served in the staff for many years. Isn't it a waste of time to go to the military academy to take classes with a group of freshmen?"

Zefa said angrily:

"You brat is becoming more and more shameless now. You are just a shitty military cadet. Alder is the lieutenant colonel of the headquarters. When did you become your right arm and right arm?"

"Besides, did the old man say to let him take classes with the freshmen?"

"Are you questioning the old man's teaching level?"

He snorted and looked at Alder.

"You will report to the military academy later on, that's the decision!"

He made a decision directly, and he could not refuse at all.

Ron sighed "disappointed":

"Since Mr. Zefa has said so, Alder, you should report for duty."

Alder was happy in his heart, but his face was serious, and he immediately raised his hand to salute:

"Yes! Teacher Zefa!"

Zefa shook his hand.

Alder slipped away sensiblely and gave Ron a look.

After Alder closed the door, Ron smiled and looked at the purple-haired old man in front of him and said:

"That... Teacher Zefa, do you have any cigarettes?"

Zefa rolled his eyes angrily, but didn't say anything. He took out a cigar from his pocket and handed it over.

So the master and the apprentice began to swallow clouds and mist there.

"How is the injury?"

Zefa pulled a chair and sat down carelessly by the hospital bed, exhaled a puff of smoke, and asked seemingly casually.

Ron nodded slightly, disapprovingly said:

"It's okay, I'll be alive and kicking after two days of rest."

Zefa glanced at him, but said nothing.

"What about your injury?" Ron asked suddenly.

Zefa scoffed disdainfully:

"What can the old man do?"

"When the old man chased the legendary pirate from Paradise to the New World without blinking an eye, you brat was still drinking milk!"

"Worried about the old man, why not worry about yourself!"

He pulled the large cloak of justice on his body in a subtle manner, covering the blood-stained military uniform under it.

Then he cursed and said:

"Every day, you take your own life to fight. Do you have many lives to fight?"

"Damn it makes the old man suffocate."

"If it weren't for seeing you lying here with serious injuries, the old man wouldn't have pushed you to the ground and beat you up!"

Ron sighed inexplicably when he saw Zefa's movements.

Old man, you said I would fight with my life, so why not you?

He was silent for a while, then changed the subject:

"What's going on at the Battlefield of Art Wall?"

Zefa shook his head, took a deep puff of his cigar, and said in a deep voice:

"There are a lot of people from the Hundred Beasts Pirates and the Big Mom Pirates. Kaido's lunatic's strength is beyond our expectations."

"Our side has suffered a lot of losses. More than one-third of the [-] elite headquarters has been lost, and there are countless wounded."

"But the Beast Pirates and the Big Mom Pirates are not much better."

Ron fell silent.

He noticed the melancholy and distress in Zefer's tone.

Can the members of Hundred Beasts and BIG MOM Pirates be compared with the elite of the headquarters?