The Pirate’s Green Bull Marshal

That's right, what to do if Steel Gu Kong loses? This possibility seems to be not impossible. After all, at the top level of one-on-one, it seems normal no matter who wins or loses.

"Hehehe, this... how can we say that we have ten warships here, plus me and Dewitt two lieutenant generals, there shouldn't be any major problems!" With a neat white back and a big cloudy sky Lieutenant General Amiz, who was playing cool with sunglasses, spoke to comfort everyone.

But the atmosphere was still a bit heavy, everyone began to pay attention to the center of the battlefield in the distance all the time, even if they couldn't see anything clearly, they still stared silently.

Vidal was also aware of this problem. He patted Polusalino and Sakaski, and said in a low voice: "I think we should prepare early, just in case."

"Then what are you going to do?" Polusalino asked curiously, and Sakaski looked over with a dark face without saying a word.

"At least let's restore our state to fullness first!" Vidal said in a deep voice.

They have only recovered to be able to move normally now, and their physical strength may not be more than one-third. It will definitely take some time to fully recover. After all, his photosynthetic energy is not a recovery fruit specially used for healing.

"You want to suck me again!" Polusalino refused with a face, and even took two steps aside.

"No." Vidal shook his head, which made the former heave a sigh of relief, and returned to his original position.

"In addition to sucking you, we have to take advantage of this time to eat, eat a lot of food!" In this world, food is also a good way to recover.

But he didn't want to make it himself. After all, food plants also need to be consumed. Since there are warships now, he can just eat the reserves of the warships.

Polusalino shook his head speechlessly, he still wanted to suck me up, but eating was a good idea, he was almost beaten to death, and he was indeed hungry.

"Let's go, let's go to the restaurant, what do you all want to eat? I don't know how the chef of G-2 is." Vidal put his arm around one person's shoulders, and led them into the cabin side by side.

"I think it's delicious, at least their miso ramen is very good." Polusalino smiled and raised his finger.

"Really, the char siu ramen should also be ready, I love this!" Vidal turned to look at Sakaski, "And you, what kind of noodles do you like?"

"White rice with spicy dishes!" Sakaski replied with a cold face, and the three of them were already walking in the corridor in the cabin.

Three three-meter-tall men walked together shoulder to shoulder, forming a beautiful landscape, which attracted the attention of many navies along the way, but they didn't care.

"Yeah?"

"Then I'll make you a mapo tofu for you to enjoy!" Vidal laughed.

"Ma Po Tofu?" Sakaski looked at Vidal suspiciously, for a moment he forgot the previous rage and the experience of being photographed in a shameful photo.

"Ah, it's a spicy dish from the country of flowers in the West Sea. It's so delicious!"

"Really, that's really looking forward to..."

"I don't like spicy food." Polusalino interjected, and the voices of the three gradually faded away, and their harmony was extremely inconsistent with the severe atmosphere outside.

It's just that the fierce battle between Steel Bone Kong and Redfield lasted beyond everyone's expectations. The three of Vidal are almost exhausted these days, and the situation there still hasn't changed at all.

Their state naturally fully recovered, but suddenly they had nothing to do.

The lives of the sailors on many warships are like this these days. They take their positions nervously, staring at the situation of the two bosses, changing people to eat when they are hungry, going to the bathroom after digesting, and taking turns sleeping at night. Woke up and looked out the window, and found that it was still playing.

This is overwhelming, who can keep their nerves tensed for days on end?

Vidal, Polusalino, and Sakalski are similar, but the steel-bone Kong Kong came here for them, and it’s not easy to go back to the cabin to play cards or something. Standing on the deck with Lieutenant General Amiz watching...

"Hey, it's sunny!!"

At this time, a sailor with a gun on the deck suddenly excitedly pointed to the bright sky and shouted that it has been cloudy, rainy and windy for the past few days, and his whole body is wet, and his whole body is almost moldy.

Vidal looked up with everyone, and sure enough, the dark clouds above his head dissipated, revealing the original azure blue color, and the brilliant sun hung high in the sky without any cloud clusters, releasing infinite light and heat toward the sea.

However, over the center of the battlefield in the distance, there are still dark clouds, strong winds, huge waves, the sound of rumbling collisions and the scarlet knife light are still there, and it seems that they have not been affected by any outside influence.

"Is this the powerhouse at the top level, changing the color of the world with the power of one person, fighting endlessly, and the dark clouds lingering..."

Vidal sighed from the bottom of his heart, while looking up at the dazzling golden sun thoughtfully.

The battle is still going on, day after day, the sun and the moon rise and fall, day and night switch back and forth, most of the navy has become numb, and everyone looks at the battlefield expressionlessly.

I'm tired of it, really... I'm almost sick of watching it, even if its sound effects and special effects are very exciting, even if the victory or defeat will affect their safety, I'm tired of it.

"It's been fighting for thirteen days..." Lieutenant General Amitz said softly, looking at the watch on his wrist, "What terrifying physical strength, is the gap between the general and the lieutenant really that big?"

"Weakened!" Vidal said suddenly.

"What?"

The people around him looked at him inexplicably, and Vidal reminded again: "Use your knowledge to perceive, Marshal Kong's aura is falling rapidly, he is in danger!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his whole body was wrapped in a layer of green arrogance, and he rushed out of the deck with unbelievably fast moon steps, and flew towards the distant battlefield.

"Vidal!"

At the same time, the surrounding generals who had awakened their aura of knowledge and arrogance also confirmed that Vidal's words were true, and everyone's expressions changed drastically.

"quick!"

"Sound the alarm! Get ready to fight!!" Lieutenant General Amitz waved his hand and hurriedly ordered to the navy behind him.

"yes!"

In the center of the battlefield, the steel skeleton vomited blood, and fell on a broken plank that was only as big as a bed in the form of an ordinary person. The wreckage of these nine-pillar domains was scattered all over the sea.

"Damn...Damn...Am I still old...."

The steel-framed air struggled to get up panting, but could only hold on until sitting up. He really didn't have the strength to continue fighting. He stared fiercely at Laidfield who fell five meters from the air, and said angrily, "If the old man is young In five years, you must be the loser!!"

"Yeah, if you were young, I would be the one who fell to the ground after a day." Redfield admitted this generously.

At this time, he also looked very embarrassed. The original large blood-red cloak had long since disappeared. The silver threads drooped even more messily.

Only the purple umbrella in his hand was intact, after all, it was a weapon he had cultivated with arrogance for decades.

"But it's not my fault that you're old, it's you who dragged your old body and fought hard with me." Laidfield walked towards the steel bone space step by step with his tired gold-rimmed leather boots.

"In a few days, I'll send that kid who dreams of being a marshal to you!"

"As I said, no one can stop me from doing what I want, not even the Admiral of the Navy..."