Pirates: At the top of the game, Demon God Barrett

Pain!

It hurts so much!

When Smogg woke up from his grogginess.

I just feel that I am covered in my body, and there is no pain in every place.

When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a young girl sleeping soundly in the seat next to him, her eyes closed.

"Dusty..."

Smog looked at his subordinate.

Finding that the other party did not lack arms and legs, he was immediately relieved in his heart.

He sat up with the white sheets and looked around.

What comes into view is a white hospital bed with no end in sight.

On every hospital bed, a naval soldier lay down.

In the aisle in the middle of the hospital bed, doctors and nurses are busy walking in a hurry.

Suddenly, Smogg's body trembled, and he saw that not far away, there was a burly purple-haired figure wearing a justice cape.

The man's left arm was a huge robotic arm.

It seemed to feel his gaze.

The tall figure turned his head and looked to this side.

Smogg looked straight at the familiar figure striding forward.

"Zefa-sensei...!"

Zefa's old face was filled with a complicated expression of grief and grief.

He looked at the thousands of naval soldiers lying in this huge ward, and his heart couldn't help but throb every moment.

From time to time.

There was a sigh that sounded from all corners of the ward.

In his domineering perception of what he sees.

I can clearly perceive that the thousands of weak breaths around me are like candles in the wind.

Some will go out at any time.

Some, on the other hand, are going out.

"Smogg, you're awake."

"Are you okay?"

Zefa came to Smogg's bed, looked at the last batch of students he taught, and couldn't help but think of the past time in his heart.

Those vivid, full of youthful and enthusiastic naval soldiers.

In the great battle a few days ago, more than 30,000 people were buried alive.

Even now, from time to time, people die because they can't be rescued.

Looking at the look of concern on Zefa's face, Smogg's eyes suddenly heated and turned red.

He clutched the sheets under him, lowered his head, and choked,

"I'm sorry!"

"Zefa-sensei!"

"I didn't protect our justice!"

"I'm too useless, too weak!"

He choked up, tears quickly blurring his eyes.

Smogg is undoubtedly a Navy tough guy.

But now he is like a child who has been wronged, and he feels bitter self-blame.

Because at this moment, the person standing in front of him.

It's Zefa.

Zefa looked at the student who was anguishly reproachful, sighed, stretched out his right hand, and patted Smogg's shoulder.

"It's not your fault."

"Smogg."

"This is the fault of this era, the crime committed by those lawless pirates!"

"You did a great job and did your duty as a navy."

"It's not like me..." "I'm

a deserter."

Zefa said, suddenly coughing violently.

"Ahem, ahem!"

His chest heaved violently, and between his mouth and nose, there was a heavy gasping sound.

Fine sweat also sticks out on his forehead.

"Zefa-sensei!"

Smog was shocked and quickly got up, trying to get up from the bed, but was held down by Zefa hard.

Zefa reached out and took out the respirator from his arms, put it between his mouth and nose, and took a few deep breaths.

The fierce heaving chest slowly calmed down.

"Are you all right? Zefa-sensei?

Smogg asked with concern.

Zefa took a deep breath and waved his hand.

"Heal your wounds and don't overthink it, Smogg."

He patted Smogg's shoulder again, then turned and walked towards the other beds.

Smog looked at his somewhat squirmish old back, suddenly gritted his teeth, and shouted at Zefa, who was walking away:

"Zefa-sensei!"

"Please take care of your health."

"Don't beat yourself up."

"You're just not well."

Zefa's figure paused, but he didn't look back, just waved his hand.

"Brigadier General Smogg, is it the legendary Black Fist General Zefa who spoke to you just now?"

Suddenly.

Dusty, who was sleeping soundly in a chair, woke up and asked crisply.

Smog nodded and said solemnly: "He is Teacher Zefa, the most respected instructor in our Navy!"

Dusty showed a look of reverence on his face, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a bright smile:

"Brigadier General Smogg, Mr. Zefa, what does he look like?" I heard that he is very strict, not very fierce, right? "

That's Zefa-sensei, didn't you see..."

said Smogg, his body suddenly trembling.

His head turned stiffly and looked at Dusty, who was sitting upright.

Dusty looked straight ahead, as if watching him.

But although it was originally highly myopic, it was still beautiful and clear eyes.

At this time, it was a cloudy gray.

It seems to be unscrupulous.

Smogg's eyes widened and he held out his hand tremblingly.

"Dusty, your eyes..." Dusty

still had a bright smile on her face and said with a smile: "I'm fine, Brigadier General Smogg."

"Anyway, my eyes usually don't see clearly, hehe."

"You don't have to worry."

"I've heard that seeing and smelling domineering can make people perceive everything around them without using their eyes, and as long as I learn to see and smell domineering, I can do better than before..."

said Dusty with a smile.

But Smogg couldn't hear it clearly.

His body froze.

An indescribable great grief appeared on his face.

Then, he gritted his teeth, and his whole face was distorted with anger.

"Pirate !!"

The roar of grief and indignation, like the roar of a lone wolf, sounded in the empty concentrated ward.

...

Outside the ward, the snow-haired Sengoku wore a pair of round-framed glasses and held a thick stack of forms in his left hand.

Holding a red pen in his right hand.

Whenever there was a stretcher, it was lifted out of the surrounding wards.

He would go forward and ask for the name of the dead navy.

Subsequently, the red pen in the hands of the Warring States will cross out the name of this navy on the form.

He held the form in his hand, which was already painted densely red.

In the empty basin of Marin Fandor, there are ten concentrated wards like this.

Sengoku looked numb, and the corners of his eyes were branded with deep wrinkles.

Zefa lifted the curtain and walked out, holding out her hand towards him.

"Sengoku, you haven't rested for three days."

"Let me record it."

Instead of handing out the pen and paper in his hand, Sengoku said in an extremely hoarse voice:

"273."

He looked at the dense red lines on the form in his hand, and his eyes were full of pain and depression.

"Another 273 brave warriors died today."

Then.

The curtain of the opposite ward was lifted and a stretcher was lifted.

Sengoku was silent.

“274......"