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

He grabbed a gray-black mouse that was struggling constantly with his skinny hands, and he opened his mouth and bit the foul-smelling mouse.

Swallow alive.

The wagging mouse tail was wagging constantly around his mouth, and blood dripped.

"Ha ha……"

"Ron...Roger..."

"Roger... Ron..."

"Come on... Let's have a good fight at the end!!"

"Hehehehe..."

He chuckled under his breath.

Blood spattered all over his face with a terrifying smile and a ghostly face.

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Jiageng, I ask for all the support from the big guys, I am very grateful.

Chapter 130 Every three days, slaughter a city

"Mr. Ron, go all the way."

"Yes, Mr. Ron, I will reserve the bed for you..."

"Thank you this time..."

"..."

Under the warm greetings of all the nurses and doctors in the military hospital, Ron smiled awkwardly and fled.

What the hell is "going all the way".

And Dr. York, are you so sure I'll be back in the ward soon?Have all the beds reserved for me?

Ron walked out of the military hospital with twitching corners of his mouth and black lines all over his head.

After the war, the battle damage of the Navy Headquarters reached an unprecedented level.

The entire military hospital can be said to be overcrowded, almost every ward is full of patients, and the beds are tight, so this time even the vice admiral of the Navy headquarters had to squeeze into the same ward with Ron.

According to Mr. Zefa's information, more than [-] elite soldiers were killed in the naval battle of Ait Vol, and countless wounded.

In addition, there are a large number of civilians and marines who need to be admitted in the Marin Fanduo defense battle. If the headquarters did not apply for the support of medical personnel from the government, I am afraid that there is a panic in Marin Fanduo now.

"It is estimated that Marshal Warring States and the others are having a headache now..."

Ron thought of the temporary hospital bed in the corridor of the ward just now, and the patients with various injuries and broken limbs waiting for treatment, his heart couldn't help but sink.

People are fought in war, but money is actually fought.

Pre-war mobilization, munitions and supplies;

The treatment of the wounded after the war, the pension of the war dead and the condolences of the family members...

Every stroke is an astronomical figure.

Even a behemoth like the Navy Headquarters, facing such a huge loss, couldn't bear it at all.

"Brother Ron!"

"Ron!!"

At this time, several excited voices suddenly interrupted Ron's meditation.

Ron looked up and saw a group of military students headed by Keby and Ozawa standing at the gate of the military hospital, waving to him with excitement.

The corner of his mouth raised slightly, and he walked over.

"Why are you here?"

Looking at the group of familiar friends in front of him, Ron's gloomy mood improved a lot, and he asked with a smile.

After awakening his domineering aura, he can clearly perceive that the aura of Kebi and other military students has become much stronger, and everyone's eyes are more determined and calm than before.

It can be seen that they have grown a lot after experiencing the Battle of Marin Fanduo.

War is cruel, but often cruel things can really temper people.

Only an ignorant boy who has experienced the flames of war and the baptism of gunpowder can grow into a man of war.

"Teacher Zefa told us that you will be discharged from the hospital today, and we will come to pick you up!"

"During this period of time, the hospital in the military region is short of manpower. In order to avoid confusion, other people are prohibited from visiting the patients."

"Brother Ron, are you feeling alright?"

"You're so handsome Ron!!"

"You saved us all!!"

Kebi and the others talked one after another, scrambling to speak first.

Ron shrugged and joked deliberately:

"What can I do? This hospital has become my home."

Everyone laughed.

Ron glanced over the crowd, and soon found that there were a few figures missing from the ranks of military cadets.

The others also noticed Ron's puzzled gaze and fell silent.

Ron sighed inwardly, and didn't ask stupidly.

Neither did the cadets.

Ron suddenly smiled, changed the subject and said:

"Let's go, I invite everyone to drink."

Others also put away the sadness in their hearts and smiled.

Yeah, they've all grown into men.

Live with the good wishes of the deceased, without mourning or asking.

Because maybe one day, they will disappear into this team without a sound.

……

Everyone chatted and walked towards the business district all the way.

Along the way Ron looked around.

At this time, four days have passed since the end of the war. On the ruined Marin Vanduo Street, a large number of manpower and construction machinery can be seen everywhere. Looking towards the distance of the military zone, a huge reinforced concrete structure can be seen looming On the naval port to be repaired.

Reconstruction of the central military fort has begun.

With the huge mobilization ability of the headquarters, coupled with the financial support from the government, the entire Marin Fando will be rebuilt in less than half a month.

From time to time, patrolling naval troops stopped on the road and raised their hands to Ron respectfully.

And Ron also returned the gift to them standardly.

While his thoughts were wandering, Ron and the others soon came to the bar street in the business district.

The bar street in the Navy Headquarters is very simple and only sells alcohol.

And the singer in the bar is also very simple, only singing.

Although it seems that some fun is missing, those who want to have fun can go to the Chambord Islands. No one dares to engage in crooked ways in the holy land of justice.

After finishing their work, many officers in charge of night duty would come here to have a few drinks, listen to music, and relax.

but now,

The bar street, which was originally full of feasting and feasting, was in ruins.

On the stone wall of the building beside the street, there are still huge claw marks and blood stains left by a wild beast.

However, the businessman's sense of smell is always sharper than anyone else, after all, money never sleeps.

Although the bar street has not yet been rebuilt, there are many temporary stalls on both sides, and the smell of barbecue is wafting from the stove.

"Just here, let's just eat a little bit."

Ron smiled and pointed to a stall.

Everyone didn't have any opinions, they were all comrades in arms who lived and died together, and there wasn't much to pay attention to at all.

"Boss! Ten cases of beer!"

"And there's barbecue and so on. Look at it."

Ron exclaimed familiarly.

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, his eyes froze for a moment, as if he had returned to the time when he was drinking with his classmates in college in an instant.

Immediately he suddenly laughed at himself.

"okay!"

The boss responded with a smile.

Soon there were employees carrying beer and barbecue to deliver it.

"Are you...Mr. Ron?"

At this time, the boss finally saw Ron's appearance clearly. He looked like a star chaser, and his face was full of excitement.

Ron smiled and nodded.

The boss suddenly turned his head and yelled at his employees:

"What are you all doing!?"

"Bring me the best wine I gave you!"