I, Sakazuki, Will Not Take a Dog Easily

494. Everything is ready, only the east wind (Part 1)

The door to the command room was pushed open from the outside, and a female officer in a light pink military uniform walked towards Sakazuki helplessly.

In her arms, a boy about three or four years old was snuggling at the moment, pulling a corner of Gion's coat as a cloth for wiping his mouth.

And a straight steel girl who was a mother only wanted to cry without tears, and a faintly unfermented sour smell came from her clothes: "Smelly boy, this is the new dress that I wear today for your old lady!"

She now regrets bringing this little thing to the crew cabin. Gion thought it had the powerful genes of both herself and Sakazuki, and was carefully optimized under the lineage memetic technology of the Vinsmok family before it was born. The little guy can withstand a series of negative effects during launch and flight.

However, the **** lesson taught her not to let the children eat too much lunch before traveling...

But as the crystallization of her love with Sakazuki, it is obviously unrealistic to return it to her mother's womb now.

As the saying goes, the death of one's own work must be finished with tears. You have to bring your own cubs, no matter how annoying they are.

Sakazuki smiled, but there was a bit of helplessness in the words: "How did you bring him? This is a first-line battlefield."

The violent storm that is about to come will not worry about whether there are children involved. Even if this guy has amazing physical fitness, he is a little kid after all.

The little cub with a peculiar sour odor after vomiting all over looked up at the daddy he hadn’t seen for a long time. With a bright and well-behaved smile on his soft face, he spread his arms towards Sakazuki: "Aba~ Hug"

Before Sakazuki responded, Gion took the lead in refusing: "No, your dad is busy with military affairs, besides, you are not allowed to hold my husband with vomit!!"

The milky and milky boy nodded sensibly, and then cast his watery eyes at Robin's end: "Sister hug me..."

"My sister can't do it either. I brought you here because Mr. Karp also arrived at the G-1 Expeditionary Force fortress.

It's really annoying if you two mix and make noise. "The mother sighed and grabbed the little cub from the back of her neck.

"Mom is a scumbag..." The little boy pouted his mouth and tilted his head very innocently, looking pitiful.

Even though Sakazuki has squatted down, he still can't look at the black-haired boy.

He quietly comforted his four-year-old son, calling out the other's name: "Anduin, wait until I finish deploying defense, and then take you around."

The reason why he named the opponent Anduin was not because he expected him to play cards very badly and dirty, but because of the legendary commander-in-chief Anduin Lothar.

"As for now, you have to take a bath."

After coaxing the little guy away in a few words, Sakazuki slowly straightened up, and under his domineering perception of what he saw and heard, until the little guy followed the guards and left the command post, and followed Gion to the few people here. The lieutenant admiral only stepped in.

"We also made a special trip to make time for love for you father and son. It's really ruthless to drive others away like this, Sakazuki." It was not someone else who said this, but had been with him for so many years. Lieutenant General Jonathan.

"We are soldiers, and we still have our own responsibilities and obligations before we take care of our little family." This unkind, dull man made a "please" gesture to several people, signaling the other party to take a seat as soon as possible.

Seeing that his old friend is still as old-fashioned as ever, Jonathan shrugged: "You are really the same. Now that everyone is here, can we start?"

He scanned the screens, with a little sorrow and nostalgia in his tone: "Unexpectedly, after five years, the lieutenant generals who are scattered around the world to guard and lead the mission will gather together again."

Before Jonathan's voice was over, Xiliu's wanton taunt came on Yiyu's screen:

"Hey, the spicy chicken that was knocked by Kata Kuri's weapon... So you are still alive?"

A misfortune became an eternal hate, and I didn't expect that the other party would remember this incident so clearly. Jonathan smiled and proposed: "Hiliu! Can you not mention black history?"

A voice immediately joined the ranks supporting Lieutenant General John Nathan: "Yes, deputy commander, can you stop mentioning it? After all, everyone is a lieutenant general..."

Don’t wait for Jonathan to thank the ghost spider with a gratitude smile, just listen to the eight-armed war ghost’s unfinished words: "We are under the name of [Seven Generals of the Legion]. We are the same as him!"

Jonathan, who suffered a comrade-in-arms knife, barely spit out a spit of old blood, and couldn't help arguing: "Come on, don't you guys can't beat the white beard?"

White beard, these three words seemed like a curse, instantly making the entire command post silent.

The nickname and name of the pirate overlord who has dominated the New World for decades seems to have become a lingering shadow in the hearts of everyone present.

Dominating the strongest pirate regiment in the world in the past, five years ago, it almost abruptly suppressed nearly 100,000 elite troops on the frontal battlefield with their own power.

The fundamental reason for the fear of these Titans is not Edward Newgate's terrifying record in the past, nor the terrible single combat power of the opponent — but the combat attitude of the White Beard on this trip.

"Really, wouldn't that sick old man lie down on the couch and wait for his death... It must be, hey!" Gion, who had fought against the white beard on the battlefield several times, wanted to say something.

The ghost spider used his six-arm woven with long hair to pass the cigarette to the other generals present. As the flame of the lighter burst, it illuminated his face hidden in the dim light: "That kind of man can never allow himself to be like A coward died on the bed like a sick man."

He scanned the other lieutenant generals with a sullen gaze: "Everyone present knows this."

Doberman, who is still on the Megatron, who is maintaining a remote video conference with everyone, nodded solemnly and said: "Whitebeard is certainly a chronically ill person, and his strength should not be as good as before, but..."

Sakazuki)," who has been listening, quietly took the conversation: "But a monster who is determined to fight for death, I don't know how many people will be dragged in to bury him."

As the commander-in-chief, of course the worries lie in the hearts of the generals.

The admiral of the Navy Headquarters looked around and raised three fingers leisurely: "The old man fought head-on with White Beard twice. For the first time, on Fishman Island, he was beaten by the white beard at the peak and had nothing to do with it.

The second time, in the new world, with the help of fruit awakening, we were tied.

And this time, it may be the last time. The worst result is that all of you here have no one, the expeditionary regiment was removed, and the old man was dragged by him. "

This group of guys had been talking about it for a long time before, and finally let Sakazuki tell the conclusion in person.

"What's more, there is another pirate legend who is going with him." Rao Xiliu's grandfather had curbed his former arrogance, frowning tightly.

Sakazuki tapped the tabletop twice with the index finger, and focused the attention of others: "Therefore, the focus of this battle is not how many enemies are wiped out, but how to increase the survival rate of each department on the battlefield."

The veteran who is proficient in exchange tactics sighed: "In this battle, the Navy seems to be superior to the pirates in terms of high-end combat power, but they are restrained. On the contrary, the pirates can let go and release their strength."

In his eyes, the meaning of cruelty flashed by: "We have to follow him to reduce the strength of both of them to the minimum through various means.

Whether it is a white beard or a golden lion, a guy with that kind of combat power can't rely on numbers to win.

The Hellfire Corps, Expeditionary Sergeants, and the pacifist army, no matter how large they are, can hardly be effective, resulting in increased casualties and war losses. "

Vergo, who fought the two Four Emperors in the East China Sea, hesitated for a moment and added: "In addition to high-end combat power, there is another point worth noting. The flying fleet's firepower is far beyond imagination, and Megatron is in three-dimensional. The battle is still at a disadvantage."

Because of the phone call with the Warring States period not long ago, Gion said that there is little problem with this: "By then, the Warring States Marshal will be on the battlefield with the [Spear of Arden] personally on the battlefield. Regarding the suppression of firepower, that kind of city in the sky is the real one. king."

"Using the advantage of long-range firepower to force the opponent to frequently use physically consuming and domineering large-scale moves to resolve, we will accompany him to play wheel warfare in the short-range. This is the overall combat policy.

As for how to consume the enemy..."

Snap, a crisp finger was clicked by Sakazuki, Lindemann, who was instructed, assigned a sealed task book to the generals, and even the people in the remote video communication received several times one by one. Encrypted telegram secret message.

"These are their respective tasks. Is there anything else to add?" The commander of the legion made an ear-listening gesture. The tactics he deployed were by no means perfect. The battlefield is ever-changing, and various emergencies may disrupt the planned strategic steps. .

Therefore, what he gave to everyone was only a first draft plan, and the remaining details and issues still need collective contributions, continuous improvement and comprehensive deployment.

For half a day, the generals seemed to have racked their brains, frantically filling and modifying the plan to avoid unnecessary sacrifices and losses on the battlefield.

Robin, Ace and others who were not qualified to attend also stood aside and offered their opinions and opinions from time to time. The command post was full of enthusiasm, and the naval forces stationed in Alabastan also began to rush toward the first coastal defense line built by the headquarters.