coobybook Chapter 221 The day of execution has arrived.
Chapter 221 The day of execution has arrived.
Five years later, Allen once again set foot at the Navy Headquarters.
The sound of military boots striking the wooden planks echoed repeatedly.
Slow and heavy, it suppressed the clamor of the entire harbor.
The elites who had gathered here from all corners of the world and along the Grand Line all unconsciously held their breath.
The rank of major general is not uncommon in this unit, but this one is different.
Known as a pirate stronghold, the G-179 branch has been plagued by mountains of pirate corpses in the New World over the past five years, making the march of this border army reek of bloodshed.
Several of his former officers, who were also generals at the same time, saw this from afar and instinctively stood with their heels together, adopting a subordinate posture as they paid their respects.
The White Wolf Rear Admiral, who overshadows the Pirate Emperor of the New World, is like Vice Admiral Garp in the past; he represents not just a military rank, but a heroic title.
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"That man... is back!"
"yes……"
The sentries guarding the headquarters building didn't dare to speak in hushed tones until Allen and his group had passed by.
The sentry's palms were sweating as he gripped the gun, his lips trembling as he looked at his shaking fingers: "You felt it, didn't you? That bone-chilling cold... It was terrifying!"
"I'm starting to understand why the pirates are so afraid of Rear Admiral Allen..."
"How many pirates must he have killed to possess such a hellish aura?!"
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"Take it easy, you scared it."
In the marshal's office, the little white lamb huddled behind Sengoku, only daring to peek out cautiously.
Allen glanced at the goat, then a smirk appeared on his lips as he recalled a legend about a navigator.
"A marshal from the Warring States period had this kind of hobby?"
Sengoku put down his pen and said calmly, "Although I don't know what you mean, it's probably not a good thing."
"I won't say anything more, I know you hate the nagging of older people."
The battle group looked up and met Allen's gaze, their pupils slightly contracting.
Those eyes...
Compared to the arrogant and ferocious look I had seen before, these eyes now held only a calm stillness, like a frozen deep pool, or perhaps...
Volcanic rock layers about to erupt.
Such a chaotic scene can be blended into one pair of eyes...
Did your battle with Kaido make you grow stronger? You're truly an endless monster!
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"I've assigned Xiaohe to be your adjutant for this operation; she'll tell you the specific strategy."
Allen raised an eyebrow, somewhat resistant: "Lieutenant General Tsuru, as the Chief of Staff of the General Staff, is overstepping his bounds by being my adjutant. Let's find someone else."
"Hmph, do you even know how to write the word 'overstepping'?"
Zhan Guo snorted: "Young man, don't make decisions too impulsively. Listen to the elders a little, or it'll seem like we're trying to harm you."
Allen opened his mouth, and at that moment, that line couldn't have been more fitting: "Young people shouldn't—"
"Stop talking, go out and get ready."
Zhan Guo raised his hand to interrupt the spellcasting.
Allen took a deep breath, realizing he'd lost his composure if he was interrupted again, and stood up to give Sengoku a cold glare.
"Now you know how it feels to hang up the phone before you've finished listening, right? Did you really think I'd always give in to you!"
Sengoku lowered his head and picked up his pen again: "I am still the marshal, do not make me repeat the order a second time."
"Hey! Childish."
Allen cursed under his breath, kicked open the half-closed door, and strode out.
clatter--
Ink drips onto the paper and spreads.
Zhan Guo looked up at the receding figure, his expression gradually darkening.
This aura that keeps strangers at bay...
Have you made your decision, Allen?
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in the night.
At midnight, when it was time for his shift change, Karl returned to his naval quarters. He was too exhausted to even take a shower, and collapsed onto his bed after taking off his rifle.
After lying down for a while, noticing the lamp on the upper bunk was still on, Carl asked softly, "Are you asleep, Weiss?"
"no."
A soft clicking sound came from the upper bunk, probably someone adjusting a gun.
"I need to go to the square to lay anti-slip sand at 2 o'clock, so I woke up early and won't go back to sleep. Did I disturb you?"
"Won't……"
"Hey... Wise, do you think Whitebeard will really come?"
"They all say yes, so I guess yes."
The thought of that man's name sent a chill down Karl's spine: "That's the strongest man in the world, a legendary pirate on par with the Pirate King... Do we really have to go to war with them?"
The sound of a gun being sheathed came from the upper bunk.
"Don't be afraid, the generals are all here, including Major General Allen."
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"Yes! If it were Admiral Allen, who defeated the Four Emperors, he would definitely be able to protect us!" Karl comforted himself.
Weiss was silent for a moment, then spoke softly, "Karl... I mean, I believe we will win, but I didn't say we'll definitely survive."
Carl's heart skipped a beat, and he forced a smile, saying, "What are you talking about, Weiss? If we win, we'll definitely survive! Didn't we rout Roger's remnants without any casualties last time?"
"Whitebeard is just a legend who lost to Roger, and he's very old..."
Weiss interrupted his muttering: "The remnants of Roger's crew and the Whitebeard Pirates are two different things."
"You've been at headquarters for six years now, I shouldn't need to remind you."
"The Whitebeard Pirates have tens of thousands of soldiers. This is a war, not just a battle between the strong."
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"Ah...yes..."
Karl's expression was indistinct in the dim light.
"Brother Weiss, you're much stronger than me, you'll definitely survive... if..."
"Get some rest, you have tasks tomorrow."
"Um……"
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It's almost 2 o'clock.
Weiss, carrying a holster, tiptoed down and stood in front of Carl's bed.
He finally fell asleep, biting his lip and frowning, as if he was dreaming of something bad.
His hand was still clutching his collar, his knuckles white.
Weiss pried open his clenched fingers one by one and inserted a metal plate whose edges had become smooth from years of handling.
This is the talisman he has worn since childhood, made from the epaulets of his late father, a military officer.
Weiss chuckled softly and muttered to himself.
"You just got married, I'm the one who doesn't have much to worry about. If we're going to live, it's better if you live."
"I have no desire to do troublesome things like taking care of my comrade's widow."
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Wise led a group of soldiers to lay anti-slip sand three kilometers from the shore of Marineford Square.
This was done with the assumption that if the naval warships were forced to retreat by the Whitebeard Pirates, the soldiers could go ashore to fight, preventing them from slipping and causing injuries or fatalities.
There are many similar arrangements.
It was late at night, and thousands of people were still working, moving ammunition boxes, securing turrets, and pulling Den Den Mushi lines.
The air was thick and foul, filled with the stench of sweat and rusty gunpowder.
Busy until dawn, Weiss saw a pirate ship with a pink flamingo on its prow dock.
That's Doflamingo's ship, one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea!
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His pink feather coat shone like blood in the morning light. Accompanying him were "Tyrant" Bartholomew Kuma and the world's greatest swordsman, "Hawkeye" Mihawk!
As they passed each other, the three Shichibukai, the kings of the sea, didn't even glance at him, completely disregarding this lowly marine.
Weiss was so nervous he almost forgot to breathe. Was this... the power of a true strongman?
More and more powerful figures are gathering, including Admiral Sakazuki and Vice Admiral Onigumo...
Especially when facing the invincible giants, tens of meters tall... Weiss felt even more insignificant.
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time flies.
A solitary execution platform stands in the center of the square.
Wise stood in Marineford Square, checking the safety of his rifle for the third time, his gaze turning to the dawning sea.
The black tide gradually turned red, like blood.
in this way……
The day of execution has arrived.