I, Sakazuki, Will Not Take a Dog Easily

After all, I initially chose to record the feelings of my military career and the earnest entrustment to the growth of the two children in the form of a diary. Taking it as a suicide note means far more than recording life when I am idle.

"Looking back at the beginning, that extremely risky decision was undoubtedly worthwhile." The rustling sound of the pen scratching on the paper pulled Bermer's scattered thoughts away.

The so-called risk in her writings is precisely the fact that Bermer himself resolutely chose to accept the conscript more than ten years ago, and joined the elite army deliberately built to attack the new world.

Undoubtedly, as the sharpest sharp knives, these sailors called expeditionary forces perform the most difficult tasks every day.

Expedition veterans often joke that their heads are tied to their waistbands all the time, but the cruel truth is even worse than their description.

Continuing to fight in an extremely harsh environment and fighting fiercely with pirates that are several times their own has almost become a routine for senior veterans.

Even after the stable war, they still faced strict assessment and heavy training within the legion...and a big ranking competition once a month.

When it comes to the frequency of personnel turnover in various departments of the navy, the expeditionary soldiers are well-deservedly ranked first in the entire army.

He died in the line of duty during the execution of the mission, and was defeated by a strong challenger in the legion competition and was eliminated... Whenever he thinks of these past events, Bermel is extremely grateful and lucky.

When she stopped and finally took a break, she suddenly realized that the comrades beside her had changed from batch to batch.

What is the first batch of rookies who are now on the front line of the legion? Probably can't remember.

The nib of the pen glides lightly across the page, leaving slightly scribbled but clear and concise handwriting.

Accompanied by another earth-shattering collision sound outside the war fortress, Bermer's brows were a little more surprised, but it was quickly replaced by undisguised anxiety.

"The end of the war on the top made everyone relax, but the sudden battle for the position of the generals made us very worried.

Rationally, I can understand the dispute between General Kuzan and Mr. Sa. After all, it will determine the future military and political trend of the navy.

But emotionally, I can't accept that two comrades who have been friends for more than ten years have such a quarrel that they have to use such extreme means to resolve the dispute. "

The veteran who entered the expedition sequence in the first batch let out a long breath, and poked her old comrade in arms at the same time with her elbow.

"Tulius, don't hold the binoculars and talk! How is the battle over there?"

The man named Tullius still had short silver-gray hair tightly pressed against his head.

He and Jonathan, the former supreme commander of the G-8 fortress, are one of the few Confucian generals in the expeditionary force of all reckless men. Therefore, among the many sailors watching the battle, Bermel decisively picked this big brother who is good at speaking as a temporary commentator.

While watching the duel on the ground with a high-powered telescope, Tullius summed it up concisely: "The speed of the two has gradually slowed down, and I guess it must be due to fatigue."

Melbell was not surprised by this answer. She lowered her head and continued to examine what she had written on the paper before, and casually said: "Isn't this a matter of course? Those two 'monsters' have been fighting for days without sleep." If I were to play with this intensity, even if I hadn’t been beaten to death, I would have died suddenly on the spot.”

She really couldn't imagine what kind of vigorous energy and strong physique it would need to support the two of them in such a long fight.

Fighting from nightfall to daytime, and from dawn to sundown.

The sailors watching the battle on the Megatron have rested for several rounds in batches, but Sakasky and Kuzan seem to be two tireless perpetual motion machines, still entangled and torn each other. .

The roar of the volcano and the frost and snow all over the sky have never stopped.

But from the shocking collisions that were getting longer and longer, everyone could still feel the fatigue of the two generals.

Bermel hesitated for a moment, then picked up a pen and continued to record what he saw and heard—"What is surprising is that the legion masters have continued this fierce confrontation for a full seven days.

In fact, since the third day of this confrontation, I have seriously doubted the race of the following two guys. Are they really the same species as us purebred humans?

If the answer is indeed no, it may be easier for most sailors, including me, to accept it psychologically.

Because, for the first time, we witnessed it with our own eyes! Witnessed it with my own eyes! A mythical battle that would only be recorded in the epics of the ancient era.

Generals are strong, this is common sense.

But few people know how powerful they really are. I know... I know... I've always known why most of us struggle to understand.

is cognition.

These monsters, who are regarded as the strongest combat power in the Navy Headquarters, have already surpassed the cognitive boundaries and understanding of ordinary people. That is by no means a one-dimensional creature. "

Writing up to this point, Bermer couldn't help but look up at the cruel scene that seemed to be the end of the world outside the porthole.

The earth collapsed and the oceans froze.

The lush and uninhabited island a few days ago no longer exists.

On top of its wreckage and base, a volcanic complex with a total area several times that of the original island rose up.

Under the frost and snow all over the sky, there is a sea area that has been completely turned into a glacier.

If nothing else happens, this will become the third permanent glacial continent besides the original two poles of this world.

Many scholars have pointed out that it is the volcanic movement and plate drift from the beginning of the ancient times that created the special world today.

But the sailors were fortunate to use the hands of the two to relive the vast and mighty power of the natural world hundreds of millions of years ago.

Under Bermer's simple and capable words, the true emotions of ordinary soldiers and generals at the middle and lower levels are undoubtedly revealed when they face the general.

"Their power is difficult for us to understand, or even understand. It seems that there is a layer of fog between most people and them, just like the tip of the iceberg. The truth beneath the surface of the sea.

With all due respect, it is difficult for ordinary sailors to look at this problem rationally, and the cognition that has been refreshed time and time again almost destroys the established concepts of most of us. "

boom! There was another violent roar, mixed with the collapse of a large area of ​​glaciers.

The air waves rampaged in mid-air, once spreading the shock waves to the various functional areas of this war platform made of metal. The intermittent but still violent and abnormal jolts made Bermel simply close the diary. She straightened up and stared at the figure below who launched a new round of offensive: "Can they still fight?"

Only then did he drive the magma to punch Sakaski, who smashed a nearby iceberg in the middle, and twisted his neck. Even though his physique was as strong as his, he couldn't help but feel weak.

The soreness of the muscles is transmitted from the limbs to the spine, and then quickly fed back to the brain.

However, the already slightly sluggish nerves slowed down the senses a few hours ago.

The fierce battle that lasted for seven days without sleep, exhausted the physical and mental energy of each of the warring parties.

Armed color domineering has been exhausted and is in the process of slowly recovering and replenishing.

And Sakaski is still squandering his knowledge and arrogance, because this is the only channel and the only way for him to lock Kuzan's position at present.

The continuous glaciers and the volcanoes that straddle the sky and the earth hide the figures of the two of them, and only by this means can the effective attack range be identified. Although the two sides tacitly slowed down the intensity of the attack and controlled the intensity of the battle to a level sufficient for short-term breath adjustment, the large-scale mobilization of elemental power still caused a considerable load on the body.

Not to mention, the two of them activated the Fruit Awakening a few days ago, and after an indiscriminate bombardment approaching white-hot, they completely reversed the environment and climate of this sea area permanently.

Even though he was exhausted enough, Sakaski was full of confidence.

He knew that if he was like this, of course the guy on the other side was even more unbearable.

And it is.

Kneeling on the top of an iceberg, the tall and thin figure's chest heaved rapidly.