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

"Like his teacher, he always believed in justice."

"He has always believed that those who have put on the uniform and fought for it, no matter how bad they are, are still worth saving."

"I hate that about him, but it's certainly the most admirable thing about him."

"So, let's go."

Alder smiled and looked at Pompey again.

"Don't think too much, and don't feel guilty."

"You don't owe him anything."

"Because even if it is any other navy, as long as he has the ability, he will do his best to save it."

"It's his duty and his responsibility."

"If you have to struggle, then think carefully about who you owe."

After saying this, Alder turned and left without looking back.

Seeing Alder's figure go away and disappear into the darkness, Pompeii knelt there blankly, motionless.

not just him,

All the former G5 navies present were stunned in place with blank expressions.

Who do we... in the end... owe...

Somehow,

a moment,

They raised their heads subconsciously,

Looking at the highest top of the military fortress,

They saw a broken flag.

The flag has been stained with blood, it is no longer white, and the patterns on it can no longer be distinguished.

but they know

That used to be a seagull flag.

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Some emotional changes must be written, otherwise it will be boring. I know that the bosses are waiting anxiously, and I will try my best to speed up.

But trust me, when it's time to ignite, it will ignite.

Chapter 93 Naval Hero, You Win

Under the night sky, everything is silent.

At some point, Pompeii gradually stopped crying, and those out-of-focus eyes returned to normal again.

He slowly stood up from the cold ground, looked at the dozens of "subordinates" of G5, looked at their blood-stained, pale and weak faces, and Pompeii, who was also covered in blood, suddenly pulled Mouth.

"That guy...was right."

he hissed.

G5 navies are silent.

"It's all gone, get ready."

Pompey turned to look in the direction of the port.

The pirate ships, the ferociously fluttering pirate flags, and the countless silhouettes of pirates make people daunting.

"No matter how much we hate this military base, G5... after all, pirates can't just come here if they want."

He laughed.

Crazy smile.

"Since our idiot base chief wants to hold this fort, let's play with him."

"……Until death."

The voice fell,

All the original G5 members at the scene raised their hands together, with five fingers together, and raised them to the height of their foreheads.

Their hands were shaking, after all, this was an action they hadn't done for a long, long time.

But their eyes showed an unprecedented firmness and brightness.

This is a military salute.

And the direction they saluted was not their "boss" Pompey.

It was the blood-red flag on the top of the military fortress.

Pompey smiled with satisfaction.

He turned around and staggered away.

The others watched Pompey's figure disappear into the shadows, and after a moment of silence, they also turned and left.

They know what to do.

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Pompey returned to his bedroom alone.

The room was cold and empty without much furniture.

The only desk and chair looked extremely old, covered with a thick layer of dust.

There is no bed in the room.

For members of the G5 branch, sleep is an extremely luxurious thing.

Endless strikes and fights.

Patrol missions to guard against pirate attacks day after day.

This kind of tension and fear for many years will make people's nerves and bodies on the verge of collapse.

And every time you fight, you have to watch the partners around you die one by one.

Only in the extreme situation where they have to do their best to live until tomorrow, they can't live like normal people at all.

Even in sleep, they had to hold guns and sabers, sit on the cold ground, leaning against the wall, so as not to lose their lives due to deep sleep.

Strips of air-dried bacon were hanging by the window, the color was black, and it could be seen that the taste was absolutely terrible.

But under certain extreme conditions, this thing can survive.

Pompey looked at the unpopular room in front of him, and stood silent for a moment at the door.

Immediately, he closed the door and walked to the wardrobe full of cobwebs without saying a word.

He stood there motionless, his expression fluctuating.

Unconsciously, he took out a pack of crumpled cigarettes from his arms.

The cigarette case was still stained with rusty blood.

This is the "victory" he seized from the corpse of a pirate on the battlefield during the day.

Pompeii lit a cigarette stiffly, and took a deep drag.

The extremely strong smell of tobacco filled his mouth and burned down his throat.

The pungent taste seemed to burn his internal organs to dryness.

"Cough cough cough!!"

He bent over suddenly, coughed violently, panted frantically, his face turned red and pale at times.

After half a minute, he straightened up panting.

As if the cigarette had given him a certain courage, and as if he had finally made up his mind,

He slowly raised his hand, trembling slightly, and opened the dusty wardrobe.

The cupboard is empty.

There was only one suit, hanging there on a hanger.

With the blue of the sea and the snow-white of seagulls as the main colors, it seems to emit a shimmer in the dark and cold room.

This is a military uniform.

The old-fashioned military uniforms are still brand new, well protected by transparent plastic covers.

The moment he saw this military uniform, Pompeii, who was dressed in gray and black linen, couldn't stop trembling all over his body.

He stared blankly at the military uniform and fell into a long silence.

"Really, this suit is obviously so annoying."

"Restrained, tight... It will only get in the way when you fight, and you can't use it at all..."

Pompey stood there alone, crying and laughing like a madman, muttering to himself.

"I really hate this military uniform..."

"Obviously, as long as you are a scum, a trash, no one will have any expectations of you, how easy it is..."

"But after wearing it, everyone seems to be expecting you to do something, to protect something..."

His eyes flashed red.

"But a heinous guy like me is not worthy of others' expectations..."

Pompeii clenched his fists tightly, lowered his head and gritted his teeth, choking.