I, Sakazuki, Will Not Take a Dog Easily

494. Everything Is Ready, Only Dongfeng Is Owned (Part 1)

As the door of the command room was pushed open from the outside, a female officer in a light pink military uniform walked towards Sakaski with a face full of resignation.

In her arms, there is a boy about three or four years old who is currently pulling a corner of Gion's coat as a cloth for wiping his mouth.

And a straight steel girl who is a mother can only cry without tears, and a sour smell that has not yet fully fermented comes from her clothes: "Stinky boy, these are the new clothes your mother and I just wore today!"

She now extremely regrets bringing this little thing into the crew compartment. Gion originally thought that this little thing had both her own and Sakasky's powerful genes, and was carefully optimized under the blood meme technology of the Vinsmoke family before its birth. The guy can withstand a series of negative effects during launch and flight.

However, the bloody lesson told her not to let the children eat too much lunch before the trip...

But as the crystallization of her love with Sakasky, it is obviously unrealistic to return it to her mother's womb now.

As the saying goes, if you die by yourself, you have to finish it with tears in your eyes. No matter how troublesome you are, you have to take your own cubs with you.

Apart from smiling, Sakaski also expressed a little more helplessness in his words: "Why did you bring him here? This is the first-line battlefield."

The approaching severe storm will not care whether or not children are involved. Even though this guy's physical fitness is amazing, he is still a brat after all.

The cub with the peculiar sour smell of vomiting looked up at his daddy whom he hadn't seen for a long time, with a bright and well-behaved smile on his soft face, and stretched his arms towards Sakalski: "Abba~hug"

Before Sakalski could respond, Gion took the lead in refusal, "No, your father is busy with military affairs, and besides, you are not allowed to hug my husband when you are covered in vomit!!"

The boy with a baby voice nodded sensiblely, and turned his watery eyes to Robin: "Sister, why don't you hug me..."

"Elder sister can't do it either, I brought you here because Mr. Garp also arrived at the G-1 Expeditionary Fortress.

It's really annoying when the two of you are messing around together. "The mother sighed and grabbed the cub by the back of the neck and pulled it off her body.

"Mom is a cheapskate..." The little boy pouted and tilted his head innocently, looking pitiful.

Even though Sakaski had squatted down, he still couldn't make eye contact with the black-haired boy.

He softly comforted his four-year-old son, and called his name: "Anduin, I'll take you shopping after I finish deploying my defense."

The reason why he named the opponent Anduin was not because he expected him to play poker badly and dirty in the future, but because of Anduin Lothar, the legendary commander.

"As for now, you need to take a shower."

After coaxing the little guy away with a few words, Sakaski straightened up slowly. Under his sense of domineering and domineering, the little guy followed the guards and left the command post. Then slowly enter.

"We even made a special trip to give you father and son time to love. It's really heartless to drive someone away like this, Sakaski." The person who said this was none other than someone who had been with him for many years Lieutenant General Jonathan.

"We are soldiers. Before we take care of our family, we still have our own responsibilities and obligations." This impersonal and dull man made a "please" gesture to several people, signaling them to take their seats as soon as possible

Seeing that his old friend was still as old-fashioned as ever, Jonathan shrugged his shoulders: "You are still the same, since everyone is here, let's start, shall we?"

He glanced at those screens, with a little sigh and nostalgia in his tone: "I didn't expect that after five years, the lieutenant generals who were scattered all over the world to guard and lead teams to carry out missions gathered together again."

Before Jonathan finished speaking, Shileu's wanton venomous tongue came from the screen of the first domain:

"Tch, the hot chicken whose weapon was bent by Katakuri's halberd... so you are still alive?"

A misstep caused eternal hatred, and he never thought that the other party would remember this shitty thing about him so clearly. Jonathan smiled awkwardly and suggested, "Shileu! Can you not mention the black history?"

A voice immediately joined the ranks of Lieutenant General Jonathan: "Yes, deputy army commander, can you stop mentioning it? After all, everyone is a lieutenant general..."

Without waiting for Jonathan to thank the ghost spider with a thankful smile, he only heard the eight-armed war ghost say something unfinished: "We bear the name of [Seven Generals of the Legion], if you hurt like this, outsiders will misunderstand We are as good as him!"

Jonathan, who was beaten up by his comrade-in-arms, almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, and kept arguing: "Come on, can't you all beat Whitebeard the same?"

White beard, these three words seemed to be like a spell, instantly silenced the entire command post.

The nickname and name of the pirate overlord who has ruled the new world for decades seems to have become a lingering shadow in the hearts of everyone present.

He ruled the strongest pirate group in the world in the past, and even suppressed nearly 100,000 elite troops on the frontal battlefield almost by himself five years ago.

The root cause of these titans' fear is not Edward Newgate's terrifying record in the past, nor is it the opponent's extremely terrifying individual combat power—it is Whitebeard's combat attitude during this trip.

"Really, wouldn't it be good for that sick old man to lie on the bed and wait for death... must, alas!" Gion, who had fought against Whitebeard several times on the battlefield, hesitated to speak.

The ghost spider used the six arms braided by long hair to pass the cigarettes to the other generals present, and as the lighter flame jumped up, it illuminated his face hidden in the dim light: "It is absolutely impossible for a man like that to allow himself to A cowardly sickness died in bed."

His gloomy eyes scanned the other lieutenant generals and sea soldiers: "Everyone present is well aware of this."

Dauberman, who was still in a remote video conference with everyone on the Megatron, nodded solemnly and echoed: "Whitebeard is certainly a long-term sick body, and his strength should be much worse than before, but..."

Sakasky, who had been listening all the time, took over the conversation softly: "But a monster who is determined to die, I don't know how many people will be dragged in to be buried with him."

As the commander-in-chief, of course the worries of the generals lie in their hearts.

The admiral of the Navy Headquarters looked around the crowd, and leisurely raised three fingers: "This old man has fought head-on with Whitebeard twice. The first time, on Murloc Island, he was beaten by Whitebeard who was at his peak and could only parry.

The second time, in the new world, with the help of fruit awakening, we tied.

And this time, it might be the last time. The worst result is that there will be no one out of ten of you here, the Expeditionary Corps will be withdrawn, and the old man will be dragged along with the dog by him. "

Before this group of guys haggled and hawed for a long time, in the end it was Sakaski who made the conclusion himself.

"What's more, there is another legendary pirate walking with him." Rao Master Xiliu restrained his former arrogance, and frowned.

Sakaski tapped the table twice with his index finger to focus the attention of others: "Therefore, the focus of this battle is not how many enemies are wiped out, but how to increase the survival rate of each unit on the battlefield."

The veteran who is proficient in exchange tactics sighed: "In this battle, the navy seems to have an advantage over the pirates in terms of high-end combat power, but they are restrained. On the contrary, the pirates can give it a go and release all their strength."

In his eyes, the meaning of cruelty flashed across: "We have to play with him, and weaken the strength of the two of them to the minimum through various means.

Whether it's Whitebeard or Golden Lion, guys with that kind of combat power can't rely on numbers to win.

The Hellfire Legion, the expeditionary soldiers, and the pacifist army, no matter how large the number is, they will not be effective, and the casualties will only increase. "

Virgo, who fought the two four emperors in the East China Sea, hesitated for a moment and added: "In addition to the high-end combat power, there is another point worth noting. The firepower of the flying fleet is fierce, far beyond imagination. We are still at a disadvantage in the confrontation of combat."

Because of the phone call with Sengoku not long ago, Gion said that this is not a big problem: "At that time, the Marshal of Sengoku will ride [Spear of Adun] to the battlefield in person, and in terms of fire suppression, that kind of city in the sky is the real one. king."

"Using the advantage of long-range firepower to force the opponent to frequently use energy-intensive and domineering large-scale moves to resolve, and let's play wheel battles with him at short-range, this is the overall combat policy.

As for how to consume the enemy..."

Pa, a crisp finger snapped by Sakalski, and Lindemann, who received the instruction, distributed a sealed task letter to the generals, and even the few people in the remote video communication received several times of encryption. secret telegram.

"These are their respective missions. Is there anything else to add?" The legion commander made an attitude of listening attentively. The tactics he arranged were by no means perfect. The battlefield is ever-changing, and various emergencies may disrupt the planned strategy. .

Therefore, what he gave to everyone was only a first draft plan, and the remaining details and problems still needed to be collectively contributed to, continuously improving and deploying comprehensively.

For a whole half a day, the generals seemed to be racking their brains, frantically filling in and revising the plan in order to avoid unnecessary sacrifices and losses on the battlefield.

Robin, Ace and others who were not qualified to attend also stood aside and put forward their opinions from time to time. The scene in the command post was full of enthusiasm, and the various naval forces stationed in Alabasta also began to desperately rush towards the first coastal defense line built by the headquarters.