This navy can deal with him, how dare he kill White Beard!

Countless battles and fights surged in his mind like a mighty river.

Lively smiling faces one after another, blood-stained figures, wearing red-stained snow-white cloaks, went forward one after another.

The deafening roar of artillery shells, the roar of bloody and cruel beasts, the fierce collision of swords and swords, and the domineering figure of that rebellious blond man...

Picture after picture flashed like a slideshow, forming magnificent pictures of bright red.

faster and faster...

"Jie ha ha ha ha!!"

"This kind of swordsmanship, this kind of momentum...I admit you!!"

"If you don't die today, within ten years you are definitely qualified to step into the top ranks of this sea!!"

"Navy...what's your name!!"

a red light,

A flash of burning knife light soaring into the sky, so gorgeously, pierced through the sky.

"—Fire, burn. Mountain."

Do not! !

Ron suddenly opened his bloodshot eyes, and sat up from the white hospital bed, panting frantically, roaring like a beast.

His face was covered with tears.

A piece of red eye socket, a piece of moist.

"Don't cry."

He remembered something, suddenly tightened his face, and gritted his teeth in a low voice.

But ah...

Tears poured out again without disappointment.

Huoshaoshan... that man with a gentle smile died just like that.

He still couldn't go home in the end.

Ron gritted his teeth and lowered his head.

This is the ward.

The military hospital ward of Marine Vandor, the headquarters of the Navy.

Bursts of bone-piercing pain surged out of every inch of skin and every muscle in his body, making Ron's face as pale as a sheet of pain.

A shocking human-shaped bloodstain was printed on the clean white sheet of the hospital bed.

Ron looked at his hands. Like his body, his hands were wrapped in bloody bandages, and his nails were turned up from the flesh and blood of his fingers.

The pain and fatigue that ordinary people couldn't bear at all filled his body, causing a thin layer of cold sweat to overflow from his forehead.

But he didn't seem to notice it, he just looked at his hands dully.

"For justice... eh..."

He murmured in a hoarse voice as if his throat had been burned, and an indescribable bitterness appeared on his face... like a withered flower.

The lieutenant general died in the burning mountain,

Do not,

not just him,

Many other navies died in that war.

They all fought and died for justice and to protect themselves.

"you're awake."

A low, hoarse voice suddenly sounded in the ward.

Ron raised his head blankly.

It was a familiar figure.

Short purple hair, wearing sunglasses, a tall and tall body dragging a huge and heavy mechanical arm, and a large justice cloak casually draped over his shoulders.

"Teacher Zefa..."

The moment Ron saw Zefa's wrinkled, mottled and vicissitudes-filled face, his eyes could no longer be suppressed, and his eyes burst out.

"Vice Admiral Huoshaoshan...and...and many other navies...they...they want to protect me..."

"They're all... dead..."

Zefa quietly looked at the weeping and bruised navy boy in front of him, and heaved a long sigh in his heart.

Ron, no matter how hard he works, no matter how determined his will is, no matter how good his fighting qualities are...

But after all, he is just a kid in his early 20s...

Seeing Ron hanging his head weakly, looking lost, he suddenly gritted his teeth, walked in front of Ron with heavy steps, stretched out his thick hands to grab the latter's collar, and put him in front of him. The whole person was pulled in front of him.

"Stinky boy, you don't need the old man to tell you that it's not your fault."

He said in a deep voice word by word.

"They have their own way to go!"

"This is their responsibility and mission as a navy!"

"And you, surviving is the best gift for their sacrifice!"

"I've read the battle report, you made the best judgment and the best choice in such a desperate situation!"

"Even if I change anyone else, I can't reach your level!"

"do you understand!?"

Ron stared blankly at Teacher Zefa who suddenly yelled at him in front of him, and was a little stunned for a while.

He subconsciously nodded.

At this time, there were bursts of mournful and distant horn sounds in the distance outside the window.

The sound of the horn was bleak, like mourning, or whimpering.

"Teacher Zefa...the sound of the bugle is..."

Ron said shyly.

Zepha let go of Ron's collar.

He looked at Ron's young face full of pain and confusion, and felt a dull pain in his heart.

"Can you still move?"

he asked.

Ron nodded.

Zefa casually took out a set of military uniforms from the closet next to him and threw them beside the hospital bed.

"Put on your military uniform!"

He turned around and looked out the window.

At this time, in the distance outside the window, there is a snow-white seagull flag dancing like a wild dragon in the cold sea breeze.

Zefa stared blankly at the high-spirited seagull flag. Under the black sunglasses, two lines of muddy tears rolled down his cheeks silently.

"Today is Huoshaoshan's funeral."

He said hoarsely in an old and tired tone that Ron had never heard before.

Ron was stunned.

Chapter 24 Is it your dream to grow up?

The erratic drizzle did not know when it had started to fall.

In the empty and deadly quiet ward, only the sound of rain pattering on the glass windows can be heard.

Zefa had left the ward.

The sound of the horn outside the window was still coming from afar, which made people feel depressed.

Ron stared blankly at the military uniform on the hospital bed, without saying a word.

After a long time, he got off the hospital bed with great difficulty and stood up tremblingly.

He took off the hospital gown that had been stained red with blood, and then came to the mirror and put on the military uniform.

The military uniform is not a regular style, it is more accurate to say that it is a black suit with a white shirt inside.

He buttoned up the buttons of his shirt one by one, with a solemn expression and cautious movements.

Then there are black trousers.

Ron moved very slowly, very slowly, lest he make any mistake in the process.

1 minutes later,

He looked at the figure in the mirror in front of him, at the slightly ill-fitting suit, at his crooked black tie, at that young man with an unshaven beard and a vicissitudes of life, he was incomparable for a moment... strangeness.

His eyes blurred.

Ron had thought that it would be a very happy and exciting day for him to put on a suit for the first time in his life.

That may be going to your own university graduation ceremony and welcoming a new future;

Maybe it’s to clean up the mood and embark on a journey to work;

Or maybe it is to find a gentle girl and enter the marriage hall with her...

But that's not all.

The first time he put on a suit was at the funeral of his comrade-in-arms.

In the past, he looked forward to growing up.