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

wealth?

Pirates can plunder freely, and a guy like Gerald can casually own wealth that a vice admiral can't earn in his entire life;

Power?

The four emperors who ruled the new world, they all have countless subordinates and fleets under their command, and the power in their hands is definitely no less than that of an admiral;

reputation?

In this era of great piracy, where right and wrong and values ​​are completely reversed, piracy is even praised and praised as a profession that pursues freedom and dreams.

But the navy has to bear the infamy of "the running dog of the world government".

Being in the navy is undoubtedly a thankless job.

But the admiral in front of him, who is full of peaches and plums, is still doing it devoutly and persistently, even if his achievements are hidden in the dark, no one cares about him.

He taught the Navy's golden generation, who should have been the heroes of the Navy.

But in the end, he ended up as a "traitor".

What is he doing this for?

"What do you want to be in the navy?"

Ron's question made Zefa stunned.

He stood there like a stone statue.

He stared blankly at the graves everywhere in front of him, and thought of his past again in his mind.

his wife and children,

his students,

his comrades,

……

He took a deep breath, as if he wanted to suck all the wind and rain in front of him.

He suddenly laughed.

Laugh wantonly, laugh boldly.

The body gradually became extremely straight.

He obviously didn't do anything, but just standing there, the aura on his body was constantly rising up, as if there was no end, like a towering mountain rising from the ground:

"Brat, that's a good question..."

"This question is really confusing."

He laughed and burst into tears, bloodshot eyes seeping through the vicissitudes of life.

"Damn it, what are you trying to figure out!! What a shame!"

Years and wars have left traces of vicissitudes on his face.

But it hurt, but it couldn't extinguish the light in his eyes.

"But..."

"Whenever I go out to sea, I see the smoke rising from every house on the islands;"

"Seeing little kids stumbling towards their parents with ice cream in their hands;"

"Watching the bastards taught by the old man put on military uniforms, stand proudly in front of their parents with their heads held high..."

"There is no war in the world, and there is no pirate flag at sea..."

"This old man thinks it's worth the damn thing!!"

"What did you ask the old man?"

"What the old man wants is this hard-won peace and happiness!"

"Some things have to be done by someone."

Zefa laughed and cursed with red eyes,

"Since the old man has such ability, let's do it! How can there be so many why and whether it is worth it!?"

He turned and stared at Ron fiercely.

Ron stared blankly at Zefa in front of him, as if his mind was pierced by a thunderbolt.

He asked in a trembling voice:

"But Mr. Zefa... Maybe no one will know what you have done..."

"Why...you can still hold on..."

Zefa smiled lightly and said:

"What does that matter?"

"The old man knows the purpose of my life."

"In this sea, there are still tens of thousands of innocent civilians who are suffering from crime."

"In this turbid and upside-down era, countless people think that evil is great and justice is stupid."

"They think that being a pirate is a very proud thing, but they don't know that every time they are offered a reward, countless families will be broken and their families will be destroyed."

He seemed to be talking to Ron,

It also seems to be giving an answer sheet to one's own life.

"So the old man doesn't want to give up."

"Gion told me that you described your hometown to her, and it sounded like a beautiful, wonderful place."

"If possible, I would like to try my best and try to see whether such a place can really exist in every corner of this sea!"

"The old man wants to protect those who have lost their dignity and lives because of the existence of pirates."

"I want everyone to live a safe and happy life."

"I don't need to be known by others, let alone be praised in the monument of history. That kind of thing has no meaning to the old man."

"In any case, the old man wants to give it a try."

"The old man doesn't want to lose."

"Maybe no one knows what the old man has done, maybe no one knows what the old man has paid, and maybe they will never know."

"—they are protected by the old man, and by countless great navies."

"But what does it matter?"

"The old man still wants to do these things, because it can make their lives better."

His eyes exuded an incomparably dazzling light.

His fist was clenched tightly.

His smile was written all over his old face full of gullies.

The snow-white cloak of justice behind him billowed.

"As for the final outcome, it really doesn't matter to this old man."

"This is what this old man wanted to do when he swore to join the navy!"

Zefer met Ron's eyes.

"Stinky boy, you are right. Being in the navy is not an easy path."

"So, the right to decide all this is in your own hands."

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Letter to readers:

That... Please spray it lightly, maybe you feel water, but I swear there is no water, every word is struck very seriously.

An ordinary person, how to shoulder this responsibility after time travel, how to shoulder justice, how to become a great navy, this process of changing mentality is not just a matter of just talking about it.

I can take it with one stroke, I can eat any setting, and even a task given by the system can be easily done.

But in that case, all the characters written before this book, the stories of everyone, the burning of the mountain and the sacrifices of countless marines will become meaningless.

And you will also feel that there is no sense of substitution.

Dear readers, if you feel watery, I sincerely apologize to you. I am sorry that I am not strong enough to write well.

From the time I set the outline, this book was destined to be a niche subject among the minority, and I knew it very well.

The fighting plot, how simple is that, I can write 5000 words in an hour.

But with this change in emotion and mentality, I can only write 5 words in 1000 hours.

It's thankless, what do you think I'm trying to figure out?

This type of book is really not profitable. I code for 8 hours a day without stopping, dizziness, backache and leg pain, less than 300 a day, thousands of yuan a month. To put it bluntly, I earn more than this in a factory. .

What picture?

I just hope that my inner dream will come true.

Sorry for the rant.

I apologize.

If I have the possibility in the evening, I will write another chapter. If I really can’t write it, I will write it tomorrow.

Best regards and thanks.

Chapter 29 The dead and the living

Meanwhile, on the other side of the cemetery.