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

"—Vice Admiral Huoshaoshan of the Navy Headquarters, under the tutelage of the former Navy Admiral Zefa the Black Armor, has made great contributions to justice many times, and died in battle with the great pirate Golden Lion Shiji."

"1473 Year of the Sea Calendar - 1520 Year of the Sea Calendar"

Ron looked at this line of small characters silently, and suddenly a deep grief welled up in his heart.

His teeth were clenched tightly, making a crackling noise, and his clenched fist had bulged blue veins.

It turned out that he was only 47 years old.

At the age of 47, in this sea, it was supposed to be a time of youthful vigor and achievement, but he stayed here forever.

Only the military cap, the blood-stained cloak, and the broken knife accompanied him.

Honorable?

"This is not honor!"

Ron suddenly growled, his eyes bloodshot.

He bent over, panting heavily.

Is it an honor to die in battle?

He said that to die in battle is a man's romance.

What shit!

"Surviving...is the perfect ending, isn't it?"

he growled.

"Actually... those who survived are far more painful than those who died."

At this moment, a deep voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Ron froze for a moment, then subconsciously turned his head to look.

An indifferent face with a blindfold on its forehead came into view.

"Kuzan... general."

Kuzan didn't look at him, nor at the tombstone in front of him, he just raised his head, with a lazy expression, looking at the distant sky as if in a trance.

"I hate that song."

Kuzan seemed to be talking to Ron, and he seemed to be talking to himself.

"Because every time that song plays, someone dies."

"And I don't like seeing people die."

"In this sea, too many people have died."

There seemed to be some deeply buried sadness in his deep eyes, but he couldn't catch it at all, like the last starlight in the dark night.

"Obviously I haven't finished drinking, obviously I haven't smoked enough, and there are a lot of cats waiting to be fed at home, but they just left suddenly."

"That song is very nice. I used to hum it often, but later on, seeing that there were fewer and fewer people around me, I hated this song more and more."

"Teacher Zefa often said that as long as you carry out your beliefs, even if you die, you will still be handsome."

"But handsome is handsome, but those who survived feel uncomfortable."

"On the battlefield, who is the most pitiful person?"

"Not those who died on the battlefield, but those who survived."

"Because you can only look helplessly at the people around you, buried in the soil one by one."

"As for you who survived, you were obviously not buried in the soil, but you are getting corrupted day by day..."

"Old men in the army often say, it doesn't matter, as long as the bond is deep enough, you can continue to be comrades in arms fighting side by side in your next life."

"But it doesn't really make sense."

"If you haven't been able to protect someone well in this life, why should you be able to protect them in the next life?"

Speaking of this, Kuzan seemed to have remembered something, and a self-mockery surfaced on that lazy face.

Ron was silent.

Kuzan patted him on the shoulder and handed him a bottle of wine.

"Come and have a drink with me."

He pointed to the tombstone in front of him,

"That guy who is too gentle is my very good friend."

"Since he chose to protect you, and Teacher Zefa values ​​you so much, I think you will also like this wine."

"...This is Teacher Zefa's favorite wine, and it's also his favorite wine."

"This is sherry wine, the most domineering wine in this sea..."

Ron stared blankly at the wine that Kuzan handed over.

A dark green wine bottle with the trademark "Tio Pepe" written on it.

Ron took it.

On the transparent wine bottle, blue waves rippled, and he seemed to see a smiling face biting a cigar on it.

He gritted his teeth, picked up the wine bottle, raised his head and poured it into his own mouth.

goo goo goo...

A bottle drains quickly.

A sickly redness appeared on Ron's pale face.

Kuzan gave a rare smile.

He turned around.

"Since you survived, live well."

"This sea is very cruel, and the pirates can't be killed."

"Although life is painful, it is always a good thing."

"The road ahead for you will be extremely heavy and difficult."

"You will live your whole life in guilt and self-blame."

"But you have to go, too."

Kuzan looked back at Ron,

"Even if the wind blows, don't give up in life."

"You said it yourself, didn't you?"

He immediately pulled off the blindfold and walked slowly towards the other direction of the cemetery.

What he can say and do, he has done.

The rest of the road can only be completed by the kid himself.

Kuzan thought so, with a look of melancholy on his face.

You are very painful and lost, I understand this truth, and I also understand it very well.

But you can't drink all my wine at once.

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Chapter 27

Even if there is a gust of wind, life will never give up... Is it?

Ron stared blankly at Kuzan's tall back with his hands on the back of his head, yawning and walking away slowly, and fell into a long silence for a while.

The blushing drunkenness flooded his pale face, making the bloodshot around the pupils of his eyes more intense.

He turned around and set his eyes on the tombstone again.

"Kuzan has experienced a lot." An old voice sounded slowly behind him, carrying a kind of melancholy like clouds.

Zefa's figure appeared behind Ron at some point.

The rain was still falling, covering the entire cemetery with a layer of confused mist.

Ron didn't speak, just lowered his head.

Zefa quietly looked at the back of the navy boy. Having experienced countless storms, he knew very well that Ron was standing at the crossroads of his life at this moment.

What he encountered was a problem that all navies in this sea would inevitably encounter.

The so-called justice is lofty and great.

With this kind of belief on their shoulders, the navy has a clear definition of right and wrong in their hearts, has a clear abhorrence of good and evil, and faces their heart directly and do their best.

True justice is to bravely fight against all evils, to protect the weak who need protection, and to safeguard the interests of the public.

It is precisely because of such a sacred, lofty, and great concept that so many young people who yearn for and yearn for this concept choose to put on military uniforms and embark on the road of the navy with enthusiasm.

But all loftiness and greatness must mean sacrifice.

Countless navies, under heavy blows again and again, gradually lost hope for justice, became disheartened, and then turned into a puppet wearing a cloak of justice.

Some people have become lazy and indifferent since then;

Some people even fell into despair, gave up their original intentions, and joined forces with evil;

Some people become greedy for power, start to exploit, and spend the rest of their lives in a daze.

Zefa knew exactly how Ron was feeling at this moment.

He has also lost his most important comrades in arms and lost his most important family members.