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

The surrounding area is a ruined wall, covered with mottled pits and shocking sword marks.

A golden long knife was lightly pressed against his throat, and the black military-colored arrogance on the blade slowly faded away like flowing water.

Gion put away the knife, looked calmly at the navy boy lying on the ground with all fours sprawled in front of him, and said calmly:

"Are you ready?"

An unknown complex emotion flashed in her cold and deep eyes.

Ron was silent.

He smiled, propped up his tired and sore hands and sat up without any image, took out a pack of crumpled cigarettes from the pocket of his military uniform, took out one and lit it in his mouth.

laugh!

The flame ignited the end of the cigarette, igniting a crimson flame, and wafting strands of choking smoke.

Ron took a deep breath, feeling the pungent tobacco smell entering his throat, nasal cavity, and lungs... The unbearable fatigue and pain in his body seemed to have subsided a lot under the strong stimulation.

He knew what Gion's words meant.

——Today is the last day of special training.

In the middle of the night today, and in the early hours of tomorrow at the latest, he will find a way to "escape" from Marin Fando.

Ron exhaled a puff of smoke lightly, and smiled calmly and said:

"Facing a lunatic like the Golden Lion as an opponent, I'm afraid no one in this sea dares to say that he is ready."

Gion looked down at the young man who was sitting on the ground, outlining his body and smoking a cigarette, his eyes were suddenly in a trance, as if recalling that scene that day again.

It is also the campus of the military academy.

the difference is,

That weak boy back then, now the corners of his eyes are stained with traces of war and wind and frost, his face is still young, but his eyes have become more mature.

And the little guy who needed his own protection at the beginning has now grown into an excellent navy who can stand on his own.

Gion opened his mouth several times, but he couldn't say a word of comfort after all.

"Smoking less."

After saying this, she slowly turned and left.

Ron raised his head, looked at Gion's tall back, suddenly laughed and shouted:

"Vice Admiral Gion, a navy that doesn't smoke and drink is not a good navy!"

Gion's footsteps paused, and then continued on.

Ron bit his cigarette and stood up from the ground with his hands covered in blood and mud on his knees.

He raised his head, looked at the direction of the chief instructor's office of the military academy with deep eyes with strands of smile flowing from a distance, and saluted a military salute from afar.

Immediately he turned around, took off the cigarette butt in his mouth, threw it on the ground and stomped on it, and walked forward while exhaling the smoke.

"I'm a majestic navy, so I won't die because of such a weak thing as smoking."

He laughed to himself in a self-mocking voice.

Soldiers certainly don't die from smoking.

why?

Because of the military, there are seldom good deaths.

·······

Ron went back to the dormitory of the military academy, took a shower and changed into a new and clean military uniform, picked up some nutrition and fruits sent by other military students, and walked towards the civilian area.

Because of the martial law, the bustling civilian area was empty, only a few military officers and construction workers who had obtained passes were responsible for daily security patrols and post-war reconstruction work.

According to the address given by Alder, Ron quickly found the destination.

This is a small courtyard with a small area. The walls outside the courtyard are shattered and collapsed, full of traces of war.

Ron rang the bell at the door.

After a while, a figure ran out from the house, waving at him happily.

"Ron...you're here!"

Alder came out and opened the door.

"Oh, you're here right now, what are you bringing!"

He smiled and took the gift from Ron.

Ron's mouth twitched.

He followed Alder into the small courtyard, and suddenly a tangy scent hit his nostrils.

"Mom and Dad, my boss is here."

Alder yelled carelessly, and put the gift on the coffee table next to him.

Soon two old figures came out of the kitchen.

They wore aprons and had kind smiles on their faces.

"Mr. Ron is here, come here, please sit down!!"

"My brat, please take care of me."

Alder next to him rolled his eyes when he heard this.

"You're welcome, uncle and aunt, just call me Ron."

Ron smiled.

Soon the hot meal was served, four dishes and one soup.

"They're all home-cooked dishes, don't hold them back."

Alder's parents smiled and said:

"Can you drink?"

Ron nodded and smiled:

"no problem."

……

This is an easy meal to eat.

After drinking and eating, Ron sat alone on the deck chair in the yard and lit a cigarette.

The cold moonlight shines on the earth, the cool sea breeze blows past, and the oil lamps in the house flicker with warm and happy light.

"I'm sorry to trouble you." Alder came over while wiping his sweat.

Ron shook his head,

"Have the elderly been taken care of?"

Alder nodded and said:

"Well, father, his legs and feet are not very convenient."

Ron was silent for a moment, then suddenly said:

"I never asked why you were transferred from the General Staff to my subordinate."

Alder didn't speak.

Ron smiled, stood up from the recliner, and patted Alder on the shoulder.

"Go home and have a look later."

"Everyone wants to be a hero and save the world, but no one wants to help mom do the dishes."

"I still envy you."

He was silent for a moment, then smiled and said:

"Not so much nonsense, I have to go back and rest."

After speaking, he crossed Alder and walked out of the yard.

"Come back alive, boss."

At this moment, Alder's trembling voice came from behind.

Ron kept walking, his back was chic, and he smiled softly:

"Don't make me look like I can't come back, bastard...I'm a man who is going to be an admiral."

He raised his hand,

"Go, there are still a bunch of dishes waiting for you to wash."

……

Walking on the streets of Marin Vanduo civilian area, the dim yellow street lights cast a long shadow on Ron's figure on the blue-black ground.

Stepping on the fine starlight, Ron blew on the wind to drive away the alcohol.

The world is silent and the streets are deserted.

He walked quietly, a smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I'm so happy..."

he murmured softly.

He knew the meaning of Alder's meal.

——Practice for yourself...

Ron smiled and shook his head.

At this time, he seemed to be aware of it suddenly, turned around and raised his hand.

boom!

A bottle of wine fell firmly in his hand.