The Laughing Clown in Pirate

"Dad, naval hero, what is the meaning of the title of naval hero?"

Garp, wearing underpants, was lying on a couch lazily basking in the sun, with his son holding a newspaper next to him.

It's really strange. Although my hair is still so thick at this age, my son's hairline is already dangerous.

Really, compared to thinking about the meaning of a hero, your hairline is a question that should be considered more, silly son.

"Hahaha...a hero..."

"The so-called hero is a flag. Not everyone on this sea has strong strength and tenacious will."

"People need the spirit and deeds of others to inspire them to move forward."

"Guide the direction of the confused and bring strength to others. This is the meaning of the title of hero!"

Garp crossed his arms, wearing a white navy suit and a cloak of justice, standing in front of a group of city guards with long guns and short cannons. Behind him was a heavyweight cruise warship. At this time, the dark muzzle of the warship was facing the sacred

Ladders, constantly firing heavy artillery.

In the distance, Garp could see the black waves. They dispersed when the cannon fire was intense, and then moved forward when the cannon fire became weaker.

Men, women, children, old people, giants, little humans, fur people, long-handed people, fish people...

"Really, how can you escape like this!"

The fishman Fisher Tiger charged forward. He leaped high, knocked down the flying solid cannonballs with one punch, and landed in front of the team to continue charging.

Thirty minutes... The slaves charged against the artillery fire for thirty minutes on the open and unprotected sacred stairs. Their only reliance was that the strong ones among the slaves could shoot down the artillery shells first.

They could hardly hold on, but they smelled the sea breeze.

On the high red earth continent, you can't smell the sea breeze.

There was another salvo, and the tired strong men once again jumped to high altitude to intercept the artillery shells.

The swordsman's broken sword has been able to chop down the solid steel bullets, and the flying legs of the strong man from the long-legged tribe were finally broken in the collision again and again... How can one use flesh and blood to stop the ruthless steel?

When the slaves saw clearly the dozens of heavy cruise ships displayed on the harbor and the naval heroes blocking them, they almost despaired.

"The distance is too close. Stop the bombardment and keep the distance."

The commander of the City Guards ordered on the main ship. The City Guards were not used to operating these warships. If they hadn't wasted nearly an hour getting familiar with the naval guns, the slaves would not have rushed here.

The commander of the city guard is a middle-aged man with a mustache and red eyes. In terms of military rank, he is comparable to a naval admiral, but there is a huge gap in strength. He comes from a prominent family and sits on the city

The position of commander of the Guards was not an easy one, and it was not easy to say that it was not easy. His own efforts, coupled with the power struggle between his family and other forces, compromises, and deals allowed him to achieve this position of real power.

And all of this was ruined by those bastards that night. He could only try his best to save the situation, and hope that the Celestial Dragons would show mercy and leave a trace of blood to the family.

Fisher Tiger stood in front of everyone. The distance between them and the gun formation formed by the city guards was about 100 meters, which was beyond the range of the flintlock.

In front of them, the flintlock guns of the city guards have been loaded. Monkey D. Garp, the naval hero who arrested the Pirate King Roger and defeated the Golden Lion, stood in front of a group of city guards, with his hands folded on his chest, and the sea breeze blew his white skin.

The cloak of justice is flapping.

"Can I beat him?"

As an adventurer who has traveled around the world, Fisher Tiger has witnessed the actions of Whitebeard, the strongest man in the world at the same time as Garp. Earthquakes, tsunamis, and those powerful forces are not an exaggeration to call them natural disasters.

"I must defeat him for the sake of the people behind me!"

This was Fischer Tiger's second thought. His eyes were firm and his muscles were bulging, ready to charge at any time.

At this moment, the screaming clown fell in the middle of the confrontation. He covered his waist and grinned.

"Miss Peach Rabbit, you are too violent."

Peach Rabbit, who was walking on moon steps, landed behind Garp. She did not take advantage of the clown.

The clown turned around and looked at the slaves. There were about three thousand people, more than he imagined.

"Looks like we did a good job, Tiger."

"Hahaha, but that's it! Clown!" On the other side, Garp laughed loudly.

"Ah, he is a naval hero!" A mocking smile appeared on the clown's face: "I have always been curious about what justice is carried behind the navy."

"Each navy has a different understanding of justice. I will use this iron fist to let you understand! My justice!"

"Then, let's charge! No matter what is in front of us, because the sea is calling us!"