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

When he walked out of Marin Vanduo, he was alone without any subordinates.

And when he arrived in the new world, he already had over a thousand followers, and the number was still rising.

At that time, the world was in an uproar.

No orders, no power, no rank...

Only one person's will has such a terrifying appeal.

For nothing else, its name is "Black Wrist", that's all.

The pinnacle may have produced hypocritical advocacy,

But at dusk, it can witness true believers.

Black-armed Zefa, the uncrowned hero, deserves it!

——President of World Economic News, Morgans.

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Note: The black umbrella is a foreshadowing before, and so is the rainstorm.

I wish you all a happy National Day in advance.

Chapter 67

An island in the Great Channel.

Flying snow dances, the world is pale.

In the ice and snow, fast horses galloped like thunder on the snow-covered ground, startling flakes of snow.

Baitu Island, the headquarters of the Revolutionary Army.

In the Military Strategy Intelligence Room.

Dorag stood in front of the world map filled with densely packed red flags, with his hands behind his back, lost in thought.

A young figure with short blond hair and a steel water pipe on his back quietly opened the door and walked in.

"leader."

Dorag did not respond immediately.

He just stared at the map with a stern expression, with a deep light shining in his eyes.

Sabo then waited quietly.

"The war over G5 has begun."

After Dorag pondered for a long time, he suddenly spoke.

Sabo was stunned for a moment, and said:

"Yes."

"If it was you, would you be able to keep it?" Drago asked again.

Sabo thought for a moment, then shook his head.

"I can not."

He added:

"Without reinforcements and supplies, it is impossible to defend against a huge number of enemies, let alone the Four Emperors who are about to personally attack."

"if he……"

Sabo paused, and sighed softly in his heart.

"If Mr. Ron is smart enough, he should give up G5."

"'If the land is lost, the land is lost; if the land is lost, the land is preserved...' This is his guideline for us to build a base, isn't it?"

While talking, he took out a small red book from his pocket, with the words "Revolutionary Quotations" branded on the cover.

The quotation book in Sabo's hand is already very worn out and wrinkled, and it can be seen that he often flips through it and even reads it well.

The corner of Drago's mouth suddenly curved slightly.

"Don't you think he's a smart enough man?"

Sabo was taken aback, then shook his head and said with a wry smile:

"Mr. Ron is the chief who graduated with the highest grades since the establishment of the Naval Academy. I dare not speculate on his wisdom."

Drago looked back at Sabo, and suddenly sighed.

"Sabo, you're still young."

"When you grow up, you should understand that some things can't be handled in a smart way."

"This sea has never lacked smart people, but there is only a shortage of idiots."

Sabo seemed to be thinking, and asked in a deep voice:

"But what if you can't keep it?"

"Boss, I know you have great trust in Mr. Ron, but this is obviously a fatal situation."

"Since the government has taken action and decided to get rid of Mr. Ron, the Navy headquarters will inevitably be restricted from sending troops to support. In the case of isolation and helplessness, the inevitable end of the city will be destroyed."

"Yes..." Drago nodded approvingly.

He turned around, looked at the chief of staff who had been depressed for many days and finally regained his strength, and patted the latter on the shoulder.

"Sabo, you are indeed excellent and outstanding, and you are extremely accurate in judging the situation of the battle."

"You have the strength and strategy not to lose to me, as long as you practice more, you will be able to surpass me."

"But it's not enough."

"Your vision has not yet stood at the height of a true revolutionary, and you have not really seen the world clearly."

Sabo was taken aback, and said modestly:

"Leader, please tell me, I don't understand."

Dorag smiled.

"Your judgment is correct. If the World Government wants to get rid of Ron, a thorn in the side, it will definitely put political pressure on the Navy Headquarters."

"Don't you think, with Ron's resourcefulness and vision, he can't see it?"

Sabo suddenly widened his eyes when he heard this.

There seemed to be a flash of light passing through his mind like lightning, making goose bumps appear all over his body.

"Boss, what do you mean...could it be—"

Drago said with a meaningful smile:

"Yes."

"Putting pressure on the navy is not only a measure of the world government to eradicate Ron, a naval hero, but also a test of the navy headquarters."

"The world government firmly believes that with the majesty and power of their 800-year rule, they can easily overwhelm the Navy headquarters."

"And their judgments are well-founded."

"In the 800 years since the establishment of the world government, the navy has never been out of the control of the government, never!"

"But Ron's appearance changed the situation."

"Do not,"

Drago suddenly shook his head lightly,

"It's not just Ron. If we have to go back, I'm afraid we have to start with Garp and Zefa..."

"Garp defeated Rocks, who was about to become the king of the world, in the Valley of the Gods battle, and won the title of 'hero';"

"And Zefa is full of peaches and plums, and he single-handedly cultivated the golden generation of the navy."

"These two navies of the older generation changed the navies unconsciously with their will and character."

"And Ron...inherited their name and influence."

"...finally raised the morale and cohesion of the Navy to an unprecedented level."

"So... the final game is here."

"The battle of G5 will not only determine the fate of Ron and the G5 navy, but also the fate of the entire world navy."

"The ruined fortress, the prison for sinners, the front line of justice... and the fate of naval heroes..."

"For 800 years, the navy that has been suppressed by the power of the world government and can hardly breathe... Where will it go?"

"What kind of choice will the generation of naval power centers headed by the Warring States Period make?"

"The final victor, is it justice or power?"

"The whole world is waiting for answers from the Navy, and answers to justice."

Already heard the shocked face, Sabo smacked his tongue and said in shock:

"So... Chief, what do you mean..."

"Yes,"

A smile appeared on Dorag's domineering face.

"Ron won't back down."

"It's not just because of the important strategic position of G5, and it's not just because of the glory of keeping the 'first bastion of justice'."

"It's that he wants to bet his life and bet everything so that all navies can wake up from the shadow of power and work hard."

"The world government is forcing the Navy Headquarters, and Ron is also forcing the Navy Headquarters to send troops."