NOVEL NEXT Chapter 90 What Roger and Garp have to say about the three days and three nights
East China Sea, an island.
In the middle of the square, there was a huge screen, and almost everyone on the island gathered here.
People were discussing everything about the Navy and Whitebeard enthusiastically, and all kinds of rumors and rumors were flying everywhere.
"Have you heard? Admiral Akainu is actually a dog! Kizaru was originally a monkey on the mountain, but later he ate the Human Fruit and became a spirit!"
"I heard that Garp actually had an affair with the legendary Pirate King Roger. Please read this book, "Three Days and Three Nights Between Pirate King Roger and Navy Hero Garp!"
"Tch, what do you think this is? I have a wilder wild history here. In fact, the Four Emperors Red-haired Shanks is a Celestial Dragon."
"Ha! Wild! Wild enough!"
"The red-haired one doesn't think he has to become a pirate if he's a good Celestial Dragon? There's no logic at all when you look at such a bastard!"
Among the crowd, a woman holding a child looked sad.
She looked about thirty years old, and the daughter in her arms looked about eight or nine years old.
"Well, where is daddy? Why can't I see him?"
The little girl was combing her horns and debating. She looked very cute and innocent, with a childish voice. At this moment, her big black eyes were looking for something on the big screen without blinking.
Hearing this, the woman forced a smile on her face, "Your father is just an ordinary naval soldier. He is incomparable to those lieutenant generals, even the generals, and the Shichibukai. You see those neat faces. Is it listed? Your father should be in there."
The little girl looked in the direction of her mother's finger and saw countless navy soldiers in uniform standing in a neat queue in the corner of the big screen.
Everyone is wearing a cloak of justice, holding weapons in hand, and looking ready.
"Wow, there are so many daddies!"
When the little girl saw this, her eyes suddenly lit up and a cute smile appeared on her face.
However, no one noticed that the woman's face was even more sad at this moment.
"Husband... you must come back alive..."
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In the West Sea, on a certain winter island.
People wore thick clothes and shivered in the wind and snow while watching the big screen.
Huge fires were burning around the crowd, which were used to keep warm. However, due to the large number of people, many places could not take care of them.
"Hiss...cold, so cold!"
A dry old man sat by the fire, warming his right hand, then took out a wine flask from his arms and took a sip. The folds on his face wrinkled together, but he made a sound of satisfaction from his mouth.
"Hey, old man, why don't you look at the screen? Is it because you don't like it?"
At this time, a careless young man kicked the old man's body a few times and said with a smile.
The companion next to him suddenly showed a disgusted expression, "Don't pay attention to him, he is just an old guy who is about to die. He has long lost the passion of a man!"
"Yes, the navy is about to fight the pirates. It is the army of justice. What a passionate and exciting scene. I will become a navy tomorrow!" someone echoed.
The old man glanced at a few people and said, "Hey! Boy, let me tell you, you won't be so excited when the fight starts later!"
As he spoke, he suddenly revealed his left hand that had been in his pocket, and there was only one wrist left there.
Looking at the bare arms, the old man seemed to have recalled something, with a look of sadness on his face.
"Who was not a marine when he was young? At that time, I was more passionate than any of you!"
"Until I got a bullet in my hand!"
"You have never been on the battlefield or experienced a real life-and-death battle, so you don't know how cruel war is!"
"What bullshit passion, what bullshit justice! People on the battlefield are nothing at all, just a piece of meat!"
"The aftermath of any strong man's battle can crush your comrades into pulp, and a sweep of sword energy can cut them off at the waist!"
Seeing the disbelieving expressions on the faces of the young people, the old man smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"I was relatively lucky. I was only hit by one bullet. I fainted immediately. When I woke up, I was lying in the hospital with my hand gone."
"Since then I have understood that peace is more important than anything else!"
Having said this, he directly ignored the disobedience and stubbornness on the faces of several young people, and took a deep look at the neatly lined up navy soldiers on the big screen.
He understands that after this battle, none of these people will survive. The dead will be fine, but the living will probably become permanently disabled!
He will spend the rest of his life in pain and pain.
Only a few lucky ones can survive and even improve their status.
"It's really...one general has accomplished...all the bones have withered."
The old man sighed deeply, raised his head in the wind and snow, and drank a pot of strong wine in one gulp.
"Ah~ it's so happy! It's so damn happy!!"
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North Sea.
On a vast grassland, two lonely figures were walking.
call……
The wind was howling and the grass was pushed down very low. The old man, the young man and the grandson were struggling to move forward.
The sky was covered with dark clouds, and a thunderstorm was coming, as if it was going to swallow everything up.
The two were driving the sheep towards home.
"Grandpa, when will father come back?" The boy in the sheepskin coat looked up at the grandfather beside him.
The boy's grandfather showed a kind smile on his face, "Your father said he would come back after the war."
"When will the war end?"
"When Whitebeard dies, the war will end."
"Oh, then I hope he dies soon."
"Grandpa, tell me, is it possible for my father to cut off Whitebeard's head with his own hands? Would he become a naval admiral?"
The boy suddenly thought of something and said with bright eyes.
The boy's grandfather smiled and nodded, "Of course it's possible. Whitebeard is not a monster. He is just a human being. If he is a human being, his head will be chopped off. Maybe a navy warship will arrive at our door by then. !”
"Grandpa, you are lying. We are here on the grassland and there is no sea. How can the warship sail?"
Rumble——
Click click click click——
The dark clouds began to rage in the sky, as if an angry god was mercilessly venting his temper.
Thunderbolts as thick as a water vat struck down, igniting a lone tree on the grassland into a torch.
call!
The wind became stronger, creaking...the two trees that had only risen were shaking swaying, as if they would break at any time.
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