Pirates: At the top of the game, Demon Barrett

Pain

pain!

It hurts so much!

When Smoker woke up from his drowsiness.

I just feel that there is pain everywhere in my body.

When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a young girl sitting on the seat next to him, sleeping soundly with her eyes closed.

“Dasi Qi…”

Smoker looked at his subordinate.

I was relieved when I found that the other party was not missing any arms or legs.

He sat up holding the white sheets and looked around.

What came into view was an endless stretch of white hospital beds.

On every hospital bed, there was a navy soldier lying on his back.

In the aisle between the hospital beds, doctors and nurses were busy going back and forth in a hurry.

Suddenly, Smoker’s body trembled, and he saw a tall purple-haired figure wearing a cloak of justice standing not far away.

The man’s left arm is a huge mechanical arm.

She seemed to feel his gaze.

The tall figure turned his head and looked this way.

Smoker looked straight at this familiar figure approaching.

“Teacher Zefa…!”

Zefa’s old face was full of complex expressions of desolation and grief.

He looked at the thousands of naval soldiers lying in this huge ward, and his heart couldn’t help but throbbing every moment.

from time to time.

There were sighs from every corner of the ward.

In his domineering perception of seeing, hearing and color.

He could clearly sense thousands of weak auras around him, like candles in the wind.

Some can go out at any time.

And some are extinguishing.

“Smorg, you’re awake.”

“Are you okay?”

Zefa came to Smorg’s bed and looked at the student he had taught, and couldn’t help but recall the past time in his heart.

Each and every one of them is a vivid naval soldier, full of youthful passion.

In the battle just a few days ago, more than 30,000 people were killed.

Even now, people die from time to time because they cannot be rescued.

Seeing the look of concern on Zefa’s face, Smoker’s eyes suddenly heated up and turned red.

He clutched the sheets tightly, lowered his head, and choked out:

“I’m sorry!”

“Teacher Zefa!”

“I didn’t protect our justice!”

“I’m too useless, too weak!”

He said Choking, tears quickly blurred his eyes.

Smoker is undoubtedly a tough guy in the Navy.

But now he is like a wronged child, uttering painful self-blame.

Because at this moment, the person standing in front of him.

It’s Zefa.

Zefa looked at the painful and self-reproaching students, sighed, stretched out his right hand, and patted Smoker on the shoulder.

“It’s not your fault.”

“Smog.”

“This is the fault of this era, the crime committed by those lawless pirates!”

“You did a good job and fulfilled the duties of a navy.”

“Not like me…”

“I’m a deserter.”

Zefa said, suddenly coughing violently.

“Cough, cough, cough!”

His chest rose and fell violently, and he gasped heavily between his mouth and nose.

There were also beads of sweat on his forehead.

“Teacher Zefa!”

Smoker was shocked and stood up quickly. He wanted to stand up from the bed, but Zefa held him down hard.

Zefa reached out and took out the respirator from his arms, put it between his mouth and nose, and took a few deep breaths.

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The violent heaving of his chest slowly calmed down.

“Are you okay? Teacher Zefa?”

Smoker asked with concern.

Zefa took a deep breath and waved his hands.

“Recuperate well and don’t think too much, Smoker.”

He patted Smoker on the shoulder again, then turned around and walked towards other hospital beds.

Smoker stared blankly at his rickety old back, suddenly gritted his teeth and shouted to Zefa who was walking away:

“Teacher Zefa!”

“Please take care of yourself.”

“Don’t blame yourself. ”

You’re just not in good health.”

Zefa paused, but didn’t look back. He just waved his hand.

“Brigadier General Smoker, is the person who was talking to you just now the legendary black-armed Zefa General?”

Suddenly.

Dasqi, who was sleeping soundly on a chair, woke up and asked crisply.

Smoker nodded and said solemnly: “He is Teacher Zefa, the most respected instructor in our navy!”

Dasqi showed a look of reverence on his face, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said with a bright smile:

“Si Brigadier Mog, Teacher Zefa, what does he look like? I heard that he is very strict, can’t he be very fierce?” ”

That’s Teacher Zefa, didn’t you see…”

Smoker said As he spoke, his body suddenly trembled.

He turned his head stiffly and looked at Dasqi who was sitting upright.

Dasqi looked straight ahead, seeming to be watching him.

But those eyes were still beautiful and clear even though they were highly short-sighted.

At this time, it was a turbid gray.

Looks lifeless.

Smoker’s eyes widened and he held out his hand tremblingly.

“Dasqi, your eyes…”

Dasqi still had a bright smile on his face and said with a smile: “I’m fine, Brigadier Smog.”

“Anyway, my eyes usually look good. Not sure, haha.”

“You don’t have to worry.”

“I heard that the Haki of seeing, hearing, and color allows people to perceive everything around them without using their eyes. As long as I learn the Haki of seeing, hearing, and hearing, I can do it better than before. Okay…”

Dasqi said with a smile.

But Smoker could no longer hear clearly.

He froze.

An unspeakable great sadness first appeared on his face.

Then, he gritted his teeth and his whole face was distorted with anger.

“Pirates!!!”

A roar of grief and anger, like the roar of a lone wolf, sounded in the empty centralized ward.

…

Outside the ward, Seng Guo, who had hair as thick as snow, was wearing a pair of round glasses and holding a thick stack of forms in his left hand.

The right hand holds a red pen.

Every time a stretcher is taken out from the surrounding wards.

He would go up and ask the name of the dead marine.

Then, the red pen in Sengoku’s hand would cross out the name of the navy on the form.

The form he held in his hand was already covered with dense red paintings.

There are ten centralized wards like this in the empty basin of Marineland.

Warring States looked numb, with deep wrinkles imprinted on the corners of his eyes.

Zefa opened the door and walked out, reaching out to him.

“Warring States, you haven’t rested for three days.”

“Let me record it.”

Warring States did not hand over the pen and paper in his hand, but said in an extremely hoarse voice:

“273.”

He looked at the form in his hand. , dense red lines, eyes full of pain and depression.

“Another 273 brave soldiers died today.”

At this time.

The curtain of the ward opposite was opened, and a stretcher was carried out.

The Warring States Period was silent.

“274…”