one.

two.

Thousands of them….

Dandelion E. Dwyane looked around blankly.

The knife in his hand has long been broken.

Blood has already covered his body.

The sailor's short-sleeved clothes had been dyed bloody.

The thick plasma caused Dwyane to experience a nauseating sticky feeling even if he just moved.

Listening to the fierce shouting of killing still happening all around.

It sounded like a missile exploding, a sound coming from a strong man.

Dwyane felt like he couldn't hear clearly...

Yes, I can’t hear you clearly….

Until now, I have even forgotten how many sunrises and sunsets there are.

My ears were torn apart by the shock wave a long time ago.

Then who did the wailing that I heard...whose was it?

Lowering his head blankly, Dwyane looked at the thick blood on his arm.

The fresh blood has already condensed into clots, firmly covering his thick cold hair layer by layer.

No, I have no chills anymore.

How long ago?

It seems like one day ago or two days?

Because the dried plasma affected the battle, I had already torn the blood off my arms several times.

That blood is even stickier than resin, isn't it?

But I don’t remember the pain caused by my cold hair being torn off.

Look to the left.

I can no longer see the friends I know.

The team members who have always lived together are now the only ones left.

There is not a single familiar face around...

All he saw was that, thirty or forty meters away, two sailors wearing the same clothes as himself were lying down helplessly.

In front of them, the pirates were still charging. The number of those pirates seemed endless, as if no matter how many of them died, it would not affect their next charge.

Yes, pirates have always been like this.

Because they were never a unified team.

One pirate group after another gathered together, and those guys only cared about their own pirate group.

A pirate group collapsed and fled.

The pirate group at the back has just come into contact with the battlefield...

The two fallen sailors faced the knives raised by the pirates.

He didn't make any counterattack at all.

They lay on the ground, lying in the wet blood, stretching their necks freely.

Even if it makes the pirates more comfortable to kill.

They just want to feel comfortable for a moment...

Yes, death may be like sleeping, and right now, don’t I just long for the taste of sleep just like the two of them?

In this case, why not just fall down and sleep longer, as long as you can have a good rest...

have a good rest…….

No!

Dwyane turned his head with difficulty. Such a coward should not be worthy of learning from him!

He anxiously searched for the next object to look at, eager to find something different from what he had just seen so that he could muster the courage to persist for a while.

In the distance, General Sakaski was fighting with Big Mom. The war between them had lasted for two days and two nights, and General Sakaski did not gain an absolute advantage.

That's a general, a legend in the navy.

Are even such strong men already in a tough battle?

Farther away, on the sea that people can't help but yearn for, Whitebeard's ship has been destroyed into ruins by the war between him and Lord Gawain.

In the ruins, Lord Gawain wildly bombarded Whitebeard's face with his bare hands.

He would often hit him more than a dozen times before Whitebeard could counterattack Lord Gawain once.

Are you going to win?

No.

That's Whitebeard, no one knows how long he can last.

Lord Gawain's appearance can indeed inspire people, but his own heart has disappeared.

I am really too tired...

So tired….

Fourteen years ago, his hometown was attacked by passing pirates.

I went to the next island with my mother to buy clothes, and I luckily escaped such a disaster.

But my father, grandparents, and many relatives and neighbors died.

Their deaths made his mother lose the power to live, and she died of illness within two years.

I don't even know who my enemy is, because there were too many pirates passing through my hometown during that period of time!

There are really too many!

He had no choice but to join the navy in an attempt to gain the power of revenge!

It’s been fourteen years now!

Have you gained that kind of power?

Dwyane took a deep breath and tried hard to lift the broken knife in his hand.

It seems that he has obtained it, because he has become a sergeant, and even killed nearly twenty damn pirates in this war!

Thinking of this, Dwyane suddenly let out a long breath.

It seems that you have already done it, right?

Did you realize your dream?

Is this considered a successful revenge?

So…….

Can you finally take a break?

No!

No, because the war is still going on!

But even if he can't, he doesn't owe the Navy anything anymore, right?

I... really have no strength...

Click!

After a crisp sound, Dwyane was completely out of power and died in the hands of a pirate.

The pirate continued to kill two sailors before dying at the hands of another sailor.

No one remembers Dwyane's name because his team has long since disappeared.

Dwyane is just part of the battlefield.

He is just a soldier.

But don't forget.

Soldiers are a group.

At this moment, just when the rising sun is rising above the sea level.

The group of sailors is constantly struggling in the dark night!
To be continued...