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

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Note 1: The speech is from Martin Luther King's "I Have a Dream", the original text has been changed.

Chapter 117 Revolutionary Tinder (4 more)

The world suddenly became extremely quiet.

Jinbe stood there with a moved expression, his body was still dripping with blood, but tears had already filled his face.

In the distance, Neptune and the three princes of Dragon Palace were also blurred by tears.

"Otohime...is this the hope you were talking about? The peace of the murlocs...maybe really coming."

Neptune sighed with tears in his eyes.

At this moment, not only the tens of thousands of murlocs in Geelong Cod Square, but also the 500 million people in the entire murloc island are staring blankly at the sailor who raised his hand in the screen of the video phone bug. Major General, the mood is extremely complicated, and the heart is surging.

They only felt their scalps go numb, and there was something boiling in their chests.

He said he had a dream.

That... is really a great dream.

A world of equality, freedom, and peace, without racial discrimination, hatred, and bloodshed...

The rear admiral's declaration truly expressed their most ardent dreams.

freely,

in peace and happiness,

Live in the sun.

I will no longer be hunted, enslaved, and oppressed, and I will swim frankly in this sea...

How many murlocs yearn for this picture?

Although Yangshu Adam brought blue sky, white clouds and sunshine to Murloc Island, it was not the real world after all, not the real sky.

To move to land and feel the warmth of the sun is the greatest wish of countless murloc members.

They live under [-] meters under the sea, and they are full of longing and longing for the outside world.

They also want to see how big the outside world is and how vast the real sea is.

however,

Because the vast majority of them have never been able to leave the land here throughout their lives.

Everything is silent.

No one speaks.

They just looked at the figure on the screen of the video phone bug quietly, and their eyes gradually filled with a kind of light that had never been seen before.

Is it trust?

Maybe so.

On Calde Square in Geelong, the warm golden sun sprinkled from the sky.

Reflect that beautiful murloc statue into an incomparably sacred image.

……

And what no one noticed was that,

Somewhere on Fishman Island,

An ordinary-looking member of the murloc clan turned off the video phone bug in his hand with an excited expression, clenched his fists, and said in a low voice:

"The spark of revolution..."

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at the same time.

Somewhere in the mysterious, unknown seas of the Great Channel, there is an island called the Isle of White Clay.

The snow-white soil covered the ground, and in the salt-like dust, there were vaguely cloaked warriors galloping on horseback.

The military fortresses lined up are hidden among the rolling white soil mountains, which are hidden and unknown.

In a fortress that looks crude, but has serious-looking soldiers patrolling back and forth with guns and live ammunition.

The lights were dying, and the dim light cast several shadowy figures.

boom!

Drago slammed the conference table in front of him into pieces.

He stared at the screen of the phone bug that was still frozen with excitement, feeling as if his chest was on fire:

"Perfect Speech!! Powerful Words!!"

"I have a dream...freedom, liberation, peace, equality!!"

Drago kept chanting what Ron said just now, as if possessed by a demon, his eyes were extremely frenzied, and even the "slipper print" on his face became blood red due to the congestion caused by excessive excitement.

"It's really shocking!"

"If...if it is really possible to liberate all the slaves in the world and gain freedom..."

Kerla next to her clenched her fist and ruthlessly continued:

"——will become a huge boost to our revolutionary cause!!"

Betty, the commander of the Eastern Region with his chest open, put down the battle flag in his hand, lit a cigarette dejectedly, took a deep breath, and then said slowly:

"I always feel that he is the one with the ability to inspire fruits..."

Standing in the shadows and leaning against the wall, Crow, the army commander of the Northern District, shook his head and said:

"I still don't understand how a person with such an idea in his heart can stay in the navy..."

He wears a beak-shaped loudspeaker on his mouth, wears a black feather coat, and looks stern.

Drago sighed:

"Everyone has their own way to go."

As if he remembered something, the corner of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

However, the change in his expression was very subtle, and no one else present noticed it.

"So the leader... you don't plan to keep in touch with him?"

Betty, commander of the Eastern Region, asked.

While speaking, she sat down carelessly, not taking into account how amazing the scenery on her chest was.

Drago pondered and said:

"Ron's bond with the navy is too deep. He is a person who values ​​love and righteousness. I am afraid that nothing can change his concept of justice."

He paused, and suddenly smiled boldly:

"Of course, as revolutionaries, we naturally cannot give up easily."

"Ron makes a lot of sense. The so-called revolution is to recognize one's enemies and one's friends. Make more friends and make fewer enemies..."

"At least we now have a clear understanding of his ambitions, which do not conflict with our revolutionary ideas, and can even be regarded as very guiding. This means that he is the object we can strive for."

"Perhaps to some extent, his stay in the navy is also a good thing for our revolutionary cause."

"If you have a chance, let's keep in touch, but be careful not to let the navy and the government notice it, or it may cause a lot of trouble for Ron."

"Kerla, Betty, I'll leave this matter to you two."

"You two... well, it's a good fit."

Drago looked at Kerla and Betty seriously, and said in a deep voice.

Betty nodded, looking calm.

Kerla next to her was blushing with excitement,

"Really? Can I continue to contact Mr. Ron?"

There was a gleam of admiration in her eyes.

Dorag smiled and said:

"Well, Sabo is already on his way back. Later, you will hand over to him and let Ashil, the deputy commander of the Eastern Region, take over the job of your adjutant chief of staff."

Kerla raised her hand in salute:

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

Dorag was very satisfied with Kerla's reaction.

He waved his hand and said:

"By the way, have you recorded all the content of Ron's speech just now?"

Kerla held up the densely packed notebook in her hand, proudly:

"The leader has recorded everything! Not a single word has been missed!"

Drago praised:

"Very well, then proceed as before."

He took out a small bright red notebook from his pocket,

"Add all the content of the speech here, combine the conversation with Ron last time, and his speeches on different occasions, print a copy for all the soldiers of the Revolutionary Army, and distribute them all."

"Let every soldier study hard and keep it in mind."

Kerla responded solemnly:

"no problem!"