I, Sakazuki, Will Not Take a Dog Easily

At a time when the Black Sail Alliance is seeing a lack of momentum, one must know that the succession of a powerful marshal with strong integration and solidarity is absolutely harmful to the goal of the world government's attempt to weaken the navy.

The Warring States period, which is empathetic, puts itself and others from the perspective of the five old stars, and there is a high probability that they will deliberately choose other generals who are not too prestige in the army and have a relatively mild style of acting to compete for the position of marshal.

In this way, not only can contradictions be created within the navy, but the mountain-top doctrine will continue to expand within the navy.

It can kill two birds with one stone and pave the way for the gradual weakening of the navy in the future.

However, as an admiral who has always "perfectly executed" the orders issued by the Five Old Stars,

Sengoku also felt that this group of arrogant Tianlong people should have no choice but Akainu, who is an excellent candidate.

After all, compared with other generals who listened to the tune and did not listen to the propaganda, Sakalski, a surviving soldier who followed military orders like a mountain, was more convenient for politicians to control and use.

After much deliberation, the Warring States Period is also a bit big-headed, and how the world government will ultimately make a judgment will affect the overall strategic planning of the navy in the future.

But the current uncertain factors are beyond Zhijiang's control.

On the contrary, it is the general position that was vacated after succeeding to the position of marshal, and that candidate should be recommended to fill it.

On this point, the Warring States Period can be carefully screened.

Gion, Shiliu, Ghost Spider, Dauberman, Kaji and others are all in the first batch of evaluation list.

Robin, Ace, Lu Qi, Enilo, Smoker and other members of the new generation are excellent, but Sengoku believes that they still lack absolute strength and rich experience to be a general.

Over the years, in the successive battles between the Navy and the New World, Gion has attracted much attention as a newly promoted Soul Soul Fruit ability user. Among the many meritorious service and popularity.

And this is a huge advantage that other general candidates cannot match.

If it is still unclear who will get the position of marshal, then filling the vacancy of a general is basically a certainty.

Do you like the pink Sa Zong?

Sakaski in the pink rabbit suit, some hardcore book friends drew this scene in handwritten form and posted it in the book friend group. 2333333, it’s better to be alone than to be happy together, everyone loses san value together (funny)

Thanks again to the enthusiastic dog fans for adding a different kind of fun to this book. It really restores the scene vividly. . . .

530. The Commander Changes (Part 2)

Zhan Guo raised his head and stared at the couple in front of him who were feeding his old man's dog food face to face, his eyes were full of distress and apology.

As the leader of the organization, while commanding the organization, he is also the slave of the organization.

For the benefit and survival of this organization, one must be willing to commit himself to the edge of the bright and the dirty, and give everything for it without expecting anything in return.

The title of marshal is certainly a great honor, but is it not a heavy burden? It was so overwhelming that I couldn't breathe.

Over the years, he seems to have lost his true emotions as an individual. Joy, anger, sorrow, joy, every move, every word and deed all revolve around the navy as a collective.

Warring States knew that this might be the fundamental reason why he would choose Sakaski to be the marshal, apart from other important factors such as influence, personal strength, military ability, qualifications and records.

Polusalino is too slick, Kuzan is obsessed with justice and morality and acts a little confused. Although the two newly promoted generals lead the ranks, their words and deeds have never entered the army after all.

Only Sakarski stands proudly in front of the storm like a real soldier.

Perhaps the man code-named "Red Dog" vowed to be bound by the responsibilities and missions on his shoulders, and he would try his best to stir up the burden that Chisho put down now, no matter how difficult it is to take care of those children's love.

But Sengoku didn't regret it, and he believed that the same was true for Sakaski.

The white and neat military uniform is an immortal faith throughout his life.

The old enemy who has been entangled and wrestled for most of his life, there is only one glacier tomb where the internal elements are still raging endlessly, left there alone.

Alone.

There is no one in the world who can play games with himself. With the world as the chessboard and the island as the stick, we will start a ten-year offensive and defensive victory or defeat.

There is no one who makes himself think carefully and pay attention everywhere, and when everything is silent, he still can't sleep at night.

Feeling relieved, these four words corresponded to his inner voice at the moment. The Chief of the Warring States Period breathed a sigh of relief, and felt a little lost in a trance. He turned his head and stared at the battlefield that was no longer a battlefield. The afterglow of the old era had begun to fade with the death of White Beard and the Golden Lion. What does the ocean that used to gallop like now?

The gears of the old era are about to collapse, who can reshape the order under the new atmosphere of rampage?

But at this moment, these children can be as crazy as they like, this is the honor and treatment that these soldiers fighting on the front line deserve.

"Hey! At this time, you really need 'that' to enjoy yourself?" Enilu pressed his fingers on his temples to connect to the full-frequency communication through radio waves, and shouted loudly to the sailors on the entire battlefield.

Seeing that Mr. Sa didn't ask him to eat alone, it seemed that this insignificant matter had long been washed away by the joy of victory and forgotten. Seeing this, the young Enilo couldn't help beaming with joy, and hurriedly continued to divert everyone's attention.

As soon as this remark came out, it can be described as a thousand responses.

The veterans who survived the war instantly understood what Enel was referring to.

After experiencing battles of all sizes, perhaps they will no longer express emotion about life and death.

Born in troubled times, they should carry forward as soldiers.

In the war, there are many relatives and friends who are separated from each other, and the comrades who accompany them day and night will die in the next second.

But there is one thing that is kept in mind by the living—the dead are dead, and the living should be strong.

Cry, laugh, live.

Many veterans dragged their tired bodies and raised their fingers to gently close the eyelids of their comrades who died in battle.

Facing the elite pirates of the Black Sail Alliance, none of them flinched, and they all died facing the sea that had been condensed by ice several times—there was the direction from which the pirates attacked.

Either they died under the fangs and claws of those ferocious beasts, or they died in the ensuing full-scale confrontation, or they fought endlessly, but they failed to last until the end of the war.

The rough palm that gripped the weapon tightly did not let go until death.

There are thousands of people shrouded in horse leather.

Not a single civilian was killed in Alabasta.

There was no tearful crying, no heart-piercing shouts, they bowed to the ears of these brothers and sisters and whispered farewell: "Thank you, go down and sleep well."

I don't know whether I am comforting my deceased companion or comforting myself.

When they raised their heads again, they wore sunny and resolute smiles on their exhausted faces, and yelled and shouted all kinds of swear words in the communication channel: "You are really a fucking clever ghost! ...After all, 'that' is a treasure in the world!"

"Hahahaha! Not bad! Should have some 'that' to celebrate!"

Boxes of supply boxes full of cold beer and water of life were sent to the ice surface by parachutes by the crew members.

These muscular idiots, who have been battle-tested and alcoholic at the same time, laughed and pried open the box to take out the drinks one after another.

He didn't pay attention to the rules and didn't care about the pros and cons of the environment. With his feet spread out and shoulder width apart, he squatted on the ice at will, and started drinking with his head raised.