My dormitory collectively crossed

Like a sharp sword.

Deeply inserted into the heart of the pirate army.

As a navy, Li Wei can't really let these helpless civilians protect himself.

They have this kind of heart, which is already precious.

He has to be on top.

This is the duty of the soldiers!

"Boom!!"

Another joint fire ninjutsu.

It instantly drowned dozens of pirates nearby and burned them to coke.

After this period of military drills, Li Wei, who is in charge of military training, has already achieved a perfect cooperation with his subordinates.

A simple C-rank fire escape ninjutsu.

Under the leadership of Li Wei, dozens of navies cooperated together, bursting with staggering power

The pirates were blown away in large numbers, and the two sides were at a stalemate for a while.

But anyone can see that this stalemate will be broken sooner or later.

The overall combat power of the pirates is much stronger than that of the navy.

Especially with one navy after another falling.

The combined power of ninjutsu displayed by the navy also declined.

The balance of the battle situation is tilted towards the pirates in a trend visible to the naked eye.

the center of the battlefield.

Li Wei casually wiped the blood on his face, his pale face, his eyebrows tightened.

"It can't go on like this"

He sighed to himself.

Look up.

at a loss.

Countless pirates are still rushing like a giant wave, and they are almost inexhaustible.

A huge pterosaur hovered in the sky, eyeing them, ready to strike them with a fatal blow.

The figure of Katakuri is standing in the center of One Piece Yang.

Holding the sharp trident in his hand high, his icy eyes flashed a strange red light from time to time, commanding countless pirates to attack.

Under his command, the pirates who originally only knew how to rush madly gradually became organized.

The offensive advance and retreat is moderate, and it is more difficult to deal with.

Li Wei gritted his teeth and smashed the pirates who had been slashed with a knife in front of him into a rain of blood.

The brain works like crazy.

New world.

an independent kingdom.

An ordinary house.

A man with a square face was holding two bottles of wine and sat in front of the screen staring blankly.

He seemed to sit like this all his life without moving.

Behind him, an ordinary-looking woman looked at him quietly.

Lonely eyes.

a moment.

This drunk man who is "famous" in the town, who has never been sober since he retired, slammed the wine bottle in his hand to the ground.

The woman was taken aback by the man's sudden action.

I saw the man staggered and stood up from the seat.

Walk slowly to the closet.

Shaking hands, he opened the closet.

Inside was a white-washed military uniform.

A horn mask.

There is also a long knife that is still surrounded by blood...

The man put on his military uniform with difficulty, and carried the long knife behind his back.

then.

He respectfully put on the broken horn mask.

"You have retired."

The woman's voice trembled with horror.

The man smiled.

"Although I'm retired, I'm still a navy anyway."

"Navy, should protect civilians."

"What's the point of letting civilians guard the navy!?"

Done.

He was on crutches and walked out the door on a crutch.

The woman's figure was clinging to the door frame, she opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything to hold back.

She knew she should run out and convince her husband to give up.

Because this is destined to be an impossible situation to save.

He has lost a leg.

But she didn't.

He just put his face in front of the door, watching the broad back grow farther and farther, and finally even the outline disappeared into the sunlight.

She knew that he couldn't put down that military uniform.

She knew that he had long wanted to set foot on the battlefield again.

She also knew how tormented his heart had been in the past two years after retiring, spending his days drinking and numbing himself with drunkenness.

She knows better.

This drunk who was despised and ridiculed by countless people in the town, his real name is Bastille.

Bastille, former Vice Admiral of the Navy Headquarters.

He lost a leg in the war with the Air Pirates and retired due to injury.

Soldiers should always die on the battlefield.

1.2 That is their best destination.

at the same time.

The major kingdoms, islands, and towns of the new world.

Similar scenes have occurred.

Handicapped, old, frustrated man.

From the wardrobe, they pulled out the worn-out military uniform that once brought them great honor, picked up their weapons, and set out on the journey.

Someone asked them why.

Obviously retired.

Why go to war.

You know it's a dead end.

Why even support.

None of them answered.

Just smiled lightly.

why?

it's actually really easy.

They are soldiers.

Even after retirement.

If there is a war, the recall must be returned!

Chapter 366 They Waited For A Long Time, For A Long Time

Navy Headquarters.

Marin Vando.

The marshal's office was as bleak as a grave.

Magnificent pictures appeared in the video phone bug, which was extremely tragic.

Everyone bowed their heads.

look ashamed.

They have no face to face the scene at all.

With a sullen, stiff expression.