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

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"Because only in this way can we bring true peace to this sea."

"Think again, whether the path you have chosen is correct or not."

After speaking, he strode away, the steps made by his military boots on the ground were rigid, stiff, and heavy.

I don't know why,

Ron thought,

Sakalski at this moment,

His back is very lonely.

Like a dog on a dead end.

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As I said before, some stories will be filled in on the basis of the original character design to make this world more exciting.

Well, the last sentence was not meant to be demeaning.

Thank you for all support.

Chapter 74 The Rose Blooms, Never Ends

It wasn't until Sakaski's broad and tall figure gradually disappeared into the mist of Marin Vanduo Cemetery that Ron slowly looked away.

Although each has a different understanding of the concept of justice, they don't agree with Sakaski's madness of not hesitate to smear blood and even sacrifice civilians and subordinates in order to complete the mission.

But even Ron has to admit that the rigid, iron-blooded red dog does have a special charm.

It is a sense of security that "as long as he plays, the game will be stable".

No wonder this guy was able to gain the admiration and followers of many people in the army.

Really worthy of being Teacher Zefa's student... Ron secretly sighed in his heart.

Isn't it cool for a man to carry out his beliefs throughout his life?

Perhaps to a certain extent, Sakaski is the one who has the deepest inheritance from Teacher Zefa.

He unswervingly sticks to his inner beliefs, even if he is spurned and abused by thousands of people.

The world may change.

But he, "Red Dog" Sakaski, will never change.

……

Thinking of this, Ron exhaled lightly.

He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, bit it in his mouth, and took a deep drag.

But just as he was about to leave, an extremely old voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Young people don't smoke so much, it's bad for your health."

Ron froze and turned around.

A white-haired old lady came into view.

She smiled kindly at Ron, and tremblingly walked over with a cane, holding a bamboo basket in her hand.

It was full of supplies for worship.

The old man's face is covered with wrinkles, it can be seen that he is already very old, and his steps are not very agile, and every step is quite difficult.

"terribly sorry."

Ron stubbed out his cigarette and walked over quickly, trying to hold her hand.

"Young student, it's okay, I'll go by myself."

The old man smiled and waved his hands.

Ron was taken aback, and withdrew his hand.

Because the tone of the old man was extremely firm.

"Is the old man here to worship?"

asked Ron.

The old man nodded and pointed to a grave.

"That's the old man's son."

Ron paused.

That tomb is the adjutant of General Sakalski.

He suddenly remembered what Sakaski said just now, and his mood sank.

'My father has died in battle! '

'My brother has also died in battle! '

'My mother is still at home waiting for me to come home! '

……

Ron fell silent suddenly.

He clenched his fists unconsciously.

The old man didn't notice his strangeness, he just bent his back and took out the sacrificial items from the bamboo basket one by one.

When she saw the bouquet of red roses in front of the tombstone, she smiled softly:

"Mr. Sakaski is so kind, he comes here every week to worship this brat..."

Ron was startled, and couldn't help asking:

"Old man, does Mr. Sakalski come every week?"

The old man leaned on the ground with his skinny hands, sat on the ground with difficulty, nodded and smiled:

"Yeah... for more than 20 years, I come here every week to offer a bouquet of roses."

She pointed to the old but clean tombstone,

"My brat was a flower arranger before joining the army...he likes roses very much."

She carefully put the bunch of blood-colored roses upright, and laughed lightly and teased:

"Looking at it now, Mr. Sakaski's level has already surpassed that brat."

Ron looked at the old man's old back and saw her quietly arranging the sacrifices, feeling sour in his heart.

"Old man...can you tell me the story of your son?"

The old man paused, shook his head and said with a smile:

"What kind of story can this brat have?"

She pointed to the two tombstones beside them that were even older and had been eroded into disrepute by years of wind and frost.

"This is my eldest son and my old man."

"They left early, and I have no education, and I can't read."

"This stinky brat is brainless. He shouts every day that he wants to become a navy and avenge his brother and father. I can't help it, so I let him go."

"However, he lived up to expectations and was selected by the military department to become Mr. Sakalski's adjutant."

The hoarse voice of the old man narrated calmly in the wind.

There is no obvious sadness in the tone, only a kind of calm and breezy.

"Mr. Sakaski is really a good man... It's been so many years, and he is a high-ranking admiral with heavy military affairs. He even took time to trim the bouquet himself and come to visit this brat."

She sighed shaking her head.

"Although everyone says he looks scary, shouldn't the dignified admiral be a little scary to deter pirates?"

"This useless brat in my family... It is the greatest luck in his life to be able to become Mr. Sakalski's adjutant..."

The old man turned his head, opened his cloudy eyes to look at Ron, and suddenly lowered his voice and said:

"Young man, let me tell you a secret."

"Actually, my brat was only a captain when he died in battle."

"Later, Mr. Sakalski submitted the application to the headquarters, saying that my brat performed outstandingly and bravely in that battle, inspired other naval partners, and should be awarded the rank of colonel in the headquarters."

She smiled proudly.

"Amazing! This incompetent brat of my family has been recognized by Mr. Sakalski!"

Ron forced a smile,

"Yes, it's remarkable."

At this time, the old man had already placed the sacrifices, and stood up tremblingly while holding on to the tombstone.

She raised her hand and patted Ron's shoulder, with a kind face on her face:

"Young students, it's not easy for you to be in the navy."

"Smoking less and taking good care of yourself, so that the family can feel at ease."

Ron looked at the old man who was smiling softly at him with a complicated expression, and finally couldn't help asking:

"Have you ever hated General Sakalski?"

"After all, your last son died in that battle..."

He couldn't finish his words.