Pirate: I revived Roger

But his eyes are still bright and firm, even though he has withstood the vicissitudes of time and the invasion of war, there has never been a slight change.

The red dog, the yellow monkey, and many lieutenant generals in the headquarters are very familiar with this look. It is the look they have seen since the first day they met Zefa.

For decades, he hasn't changed.

Gradually, everyone became quiet and let go of their movements.

Corpses are everywhere.

All new navies have been killed.

Except Zephyr.

Cold wind, dance.

The sound of the wind seems to be: mourning.

Zephyr suddenly laughed.

"Yeah, I can't last long."

"But that's enough."

"I saved the Fishman Island, didn't I?"

He let out a suffocating breath slowly, and his hot breath formed a line of white smoke in front of him.

Look up.

There are fallen corpses all over the mountains and plains, and they are all wearing a black cloak of justice.

On the cloak, the pattern of a sharp sword piercing a skull was stained with blood, making it particularly dazzling.

His colleagues, his comrades-in-arms, all died in this land.

There was no one in the navy standing besides him.

This has become his own war.

312 Some people are born unable to bend their spines. [2 more full orders]

Broken swords and spears were messily stuck upside down on the ground.

Bloody corpses seep into the soil in pieces.

Gunpowder smoke was everywhere, the sky was gloomy, and at some point, a drizzle of rain drifted down in the cold wind.

The cold rain hit the face, wet the skirts of everyone, wet their military uniforms, wet the soil and the ground.

The blood of the dead body, in the juanjuan rainwater, gathered into a pool of blood and turned into a blood-red stream.

Zefa stood motionless in the wind and rain, but a cheerful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Blood dripped down his forehead, clouding his vision, making everything in front of him blurry.

Eyes suddenly become: trance.

The gate of memory seems to be washed away by a flood.

Countless memories flashed by.

One after another voices rang in my ears like a dream.

"Teacher Zefa!! Let us protect you!!"

"Teacher Zefa, we are willing to fight for you!!"

"Teacher Zefa!! This time, we must achieve justice!!"

"Teacher Zefa"

""

A series of familiar young voices slowly echoed in the deepest part of my mind.

What a familiar scene. Once, on that...island in the new world.

So is the fight to the death.

In the end, he was the only one left.

He is also the same as now, standing in the pile of corpses of countless comrades and subordinates, standing in the cold wind and rain, as stiff as a statue.

However, the last time he faced was Huang Yuan, an admiral of the navy.

But this time, it was the three admirals and the admiral Akainu.

But ah, none of that matters anymore.

It really doesn't matter anymore.

Because, this time, at least the old man saved the Fishman Island, saved millions of civilians, and saved that... old bastard like a rogue! Thinking of this, Zefa laughed even more wantonly and happily.

The wind is strong, the rain is cold, and the world is so quiet that only the sound of rain is left.

All navies are in no hurry to act.

Because everyone knows very well in their hearts that a man is bound to die.

Nearly [-] elite naval forces, with a military force of the rank of admiral, it is impossible for him to escape.

Moreover, anyone can easily see that Zefa's body is riddled with holes and has reached the extreme.

Fujitora quietly stared at Zefa not far away, sighing inexplicably in his heart.

He suddenly asked: "Mr. Zefa, can I ask you a question?"

He used the honorific title, without... taboo.

Regardless of his identity as a hostile camp.

Not for any reason, just because the man in front of him who is willing to sacrifice his life for the common people is worthy of his "sir"

Zefa smiled and said: "Speak, smile

gentlemen."

Fujitora was stunned, and said in a deep voice, "Why?"

"Golden Lion's suggestion just now is correct. If you two supreme commanders abandon Murloc Island, you will definitely be able to break out."

"But you didn't do that"

"Can you tell me why?"

"Anyway, Liu Feng can resurrect everyone, can't he?"

Fujitora quietly looked at Zefa's face that was too calm, and asked suspiciously.

Everyone was stunned and looked over.

It seems to be: quietly waiting for Zefa's answer, which is also what they are wondering about.

That's right, although according to the intelligence of the highest instruction, Liu Feng had disappeared in Wan Guo many days ago.

This is why the Navy dared to take such a risk to launch this war.

But Liu Feng is not dead, this is an inevitable fact.

As long as he is still alive, even if the navy really ruthlessly massacres everyone on and off Murloc Island, he can all be resurrected.

Such a thing has already happened once in Dressrosa.

Facing the intense gaze of countless gazes, Zefa just said a word plainly.

A sentence that terrified everyone.

"Some things, if you retreat once, there is no going back."

Fujitora's whole body was suddenly struck by lightning, and he staggered back two steps involuntarily.

It turns out that there are some things like this, if you retreat once, there is no turning back.

This time you gave up those civilians to retreat for the sake of the battle, which means there will be a next time.

When a person dies, he can be resurrected. When the heart dies, it is really over.

Some people are born with a spine that cannot be bent.

You can call them stupid, you can call them idiots, but you can't deny their beliefs.

Isn't it handsome for a man to carry out his will to the end all his life? Fujitora was silent.

He stared blankly with his closed eyes

The figure of Zefa not far away, two lines of tears suddenly overflowed from the corners of his eyes.

He suddenly laughed.

"I see"

"I really hope that the old man's eyes are not blind. In this case, I can see what kind of man you are."

"—Black Arm Zefa."

As he spoke, he bowed deeply towards Zefa, and then sheathed the sharp stick knife with one hand.

"This battle, I won't fight anymore."

After saying this, he turned around and left.

That... Some big guys mentioned why the protagonist didn't come out, and it will come out soon, but I really want to finish writing the story of Zefa, so let's treat it as a dream come true, and I will drop it after subscribing, please forgive me Willful, sorry.

313 There is no need for hometown to bury bones. [3 more full orders]

Fujitora's footsteps broke through the wind and rain, making a heavy sound.

Tens of thousands of naval soldiers present stared blankly at his back, not knowing what it was like.

Yes, General Yixiao doesn't want to fight anymore.

This battle.

For some reason, they suddenly noticed that General Fujitora's back seemed to be much thicker.

On the large snow-white rolled cloak behind him, the two flying black "justice"

Large letters are particularly eye-catching.

Ironically, it's called "justice"

The navy of the United States went so far as to attack an island with millions of civilians, and killed many people.

But the "false justice" in their eyes

But in order to protect this country, all of them died here.

These elites from the Navy Headquarters all lowered their heads involuntarily.

They never dared to look at that... the purple-haired man covered in tragic scars.

"Fujitora!! What are you doing!"

The red dog scolded with a gloomy face.

"You are the general of the headquarters!! Without my order! How dare you evacuate the battlefield without authorization!!"

Fujitora's footsteps paused, but he didn't look back.

But everyone present could hear his long sigh.

His hoarse voice came out in the swaying wind and rain.

"Sakalski, that's about enough."

"Although each has their own will and beliefs, this war is over."

"You don't need to use your rank of marshal to overwhelm the old man, the big deal is that the old man is not an admiral of the navy."

"Zefa is your teacher after all."