I, Sakazuki, Will Not Take a Dog Easily

She also reacted with a pink rabbit, a silver fox and a brown spider with trembling hair.

"You...what's the matter?" Sakaski hesitated, Lindeman had brought the chili back, and he had tried it, and it was fine.

The ingredients are also fresh products that Gion bought from the town today.

But why are there a hint of despair on the expressions of several people?

"It's so spicy!!!!" Gion's smooth forehead oozed out big beads of sweat! Dripping down her delicate face onto the table.

"It's so hot!! Lieutenant General!!!!" The fox burst into tears and kept hammering his chest.

"Is this the difference between me and Lieutenant General Sakaski?" The ghost spider kept scratching his hair. He felt countless ants crawling on his scalp. "Return your life! Return your life!"

"Water!!!!" The little girl rushed into the kitchen with lightning speed, where iced juice was stored.

Sakaski looked at the dining scene with a sudden sudden change in style, with a blank expression on his face.

He raised his chopsticks, turned up the peppers that had sunk to the bottom of the pot, and checked carefully.

Really, not spicy!

The fox fell headfirst on the table: "Lieutenant General, you can tell me what dissatisfaction you have with me! Don't use biochemical weapons on the table!!"

"Nothing." Sakarski glanced at Lindeman, who was almost a useless fox, with disdain, and then at the ghost spider who was drinking beer: "You are still far behind!"

The lieutenant general of the Navy Headquarters walked up to his lover and praised: "Learn from others Gion, how can it be so hot...Gion! What are you doing!"

This time it was Sakalski's turn to be terrified, the big pink rabbit unbuttoned his collar and fanned it desperately.

"Robin, how about trying it again? There's luncheon meat here." Sakarski held up a plate of ingredients to lobby. But he clearly felt a look of distrust.

Robin, who returned to the dining table from the kitchen with a large can of juice, did not hesitate at all in the choice between luncheon meat and hell's soup pot.

"Humph╯^╰"

The boat of the father-daughter relationship capsizes.

In desperation, Sakalski had no choice but to mix the oil, vinegar and sesame oil, and give each of the victims a bowl at the table.

There was a kind of nostalgia in his tone, and his voice was so low and powerful: "Eating spicy food is the only way to become a leader. Real sailors will not be afraid of these difficulties."

"Lindeman, try again." The ghost spider gritted its teeth and strengthened its companion. He has already used this as a means of practice to return his life.

The fox weakly took the oil dish from Sakalski, dipped the beef in it, and put it into his mouth with a tragic expression on his face.

"!?" Lindeman suddenly widened his slender eyes, and his ice blue pupils flashed a look of disbelief.

The oil and vinegar reduce the spiciness wrapped in the beef, and the sweet taste of the oil further expands the tenderness of the meat in the mouth.

The fragrance of sesame oil adds a variety of flavors to the hot pot shabu-shabu.

"Delicious!" The fox who had tasted the sweetness put another big piece of beef into his plate.

The ghost spider and Gion imitated the fox's method and put the beef into the dipping dish, and then put it into their mouths.

"tasty!"

"Not so spicy anymore!"

Robin nodded, but was unmoved: "Brother Fox, you are worthy of the title of [Fraudster], you can actually change this kind of heart-warming sense into a complex expression of surprise and joy, I don't like it." Will fall for it again!"

The girl commented on Lindeman's acting skills, but she couldn't prevent Gion from quickly putting the yellow throat dipped in his own bowl into her mouth.

"Hmm! Sister Gion...Huh?" The smoothness of the entrance and the crispness between the teeth and cheeks form an indescribable rhythm, the sourness is moderately hot and delicious.

Robin swallowed the food in surprise. Once she got used to the spicy taste, the girl found that this way of cooking and scalding in red oil was incredibly addictive.

"It's delicious!"

Seeing that people have gradually become accustomed to this diet, Sakaski began to talk about official business with the three middle-level management officers of the expeditionary force.

"Is the pirate ship that the branches of the Great Route were required to monitor along the route moving in the direction we expected?" Sakaski picked up a can of beer and clinked glasses with the ghost spider.

The ghost spider nodded, and handed two cans of beer to Lindeman and Gion respectively with his hair: "Although such large pirate groups rarely appear on the great route, it is not impossible. Although most pirates A pirate ship is all the wealth, but there are also pirates who have formed a fleet."

He looked at Sakalski: "Lieutenant General, do you think they are ready?"

"No." Sakaski shook his head. He looked at the boiling soup in the hot pot: "These veterans have almost finished their recovery training, but they are still not mentally ready."

Ghost Spider frowned, this was the third time he had heard the words "not ready" from Sakaski.

He couldn't help being a little puzzled: "Lieutenant General, please forgive me for being humble. In my mind, soldiers in the navy can be roughly divided into two types."

"Oh? Tell me." What Sakaski hoped was for his subordinates to use their minds.

"Some people regard joining the army as a means of earning a living. They have no choice whether to pay for the army or simply to save their lives. Of course, the vast majority of sailors choose to join the navy with a stick to justice in their hearts." The ghost spider considered the vocabulary , trying not to be too explicit.

"Which of these two types of people do you think is the majority in our army?" Sakaski understood what the ghost spider wanted to say, but he still asked back.

"Uh, my subordinates don't dare to speak nonsense." The ghost spider recalled those veterans who asked when the military salary would be paid, and remained silent.

Gion was mentioned by the ghost spider, and she also thought of the veterans who returned from the East China Sea with her some time ago. She hesitated, but decided to say it: "There is a veteran named Bermer, who very simply stated that She came here for the highest salary in the legion, but strangely, she also expressed that she would be the first to die in the battle against pirates..."

"Bermer?" Sakaski always felt that the name was familiar, but he didn't match the number for a while. "Do you know why?"

Ghost Spider and Gion looked at each other and shook their heads.

But obviously, 80% of the veterans recruited in the expeditionary force were attracted by the legion's high allowance.

Sakasky took a sip of beer: "The two types of sailors mentioned by the ghost spider just now summed up well. The sergeants who come for money and life, and the soldiers who dedicate themselves to their dreams and perseverance are essentially neither high nor low."

"But..." Ghost Spider wanted to refute that in his heart, a sailor with justice in his heart is a good soldier, not a warrior who is running for money.

"Ideals can't be eaten, ghost spider," Sakaski shook his head, "Soldiers need ideals, but they can't absolutely rely on ideals. There will always be a certain gap between life and ideals, and there will be one trade-off. long."

"From the perspective of the grassroots navy, relying on the meager allowances, the sailors want to live a better life, are they wrong?" Sakarski asked rhetorically.

"This..." Gion seemed to understand what Sakaski wanted to express, but she always felt that there was a layer of paper covering the answer she was looking for.

Sakalski took out a Pele from his pocket: "We cannot completely separate the two. My generals, while looking up at the stars, we also need to keep our feet on the ground."

The fox was thoughtful, and Polusalino seemed to have said similar words to him when the giants recruited soldiers.

He couldn't help interjecting: "Lieutenant general, can we understand this: to give sailors sufficient material foundation, so that they will not be impoverished by joining the army, so that they are willing to fight for great profits, but at the same time bring Their spiritual support and belief, let them understand why they are fighting?"

Sakasky clapped his hands and said, "It seems that you really learned something from Polusalino! It's absolutely correct!"

He looked at the ghost spider and Gion who suddenly realized, and followed Lindeman's words and said: "The legion's high allowance is to attract soldiers to join, and there must be brave men under the reward."