The three of them sat down with calm expressions and their movements were uniform.

But after sitting down, there was a slight difference.

Akainu and Nosha, almost at the same time, crossed their legs and folded their arms in front of their chests, while Aokiji lazily spread his legs and put his hands casually in front of his crotch...

Nuo Xia glanced sideways at Qing Pheasant calmly.

what?

Aokiji had a puzzled face. He followed the other person's gaze and looked down at himself, then at Akainu and Nosha who were sitting in exactly the same posture...

"Do we have to be consistent?"

He felt a little sore and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"What do you think?"

Nuo Xia smiled and looked straight ahead, her lips moving slightly.

Okay... Then do it your way, who makes you the boss? Qingzhi sighed sadly, changed his sitting position as naturally as possible, and crossed his legs...

…

at the same time.

The first half of the Grand Line, the Chambord Islands, a lawless zone.

Zhi...zizi!

The three-sided giant LCD screen erected on the high platform suddenly became clear after the snowflakes flashed for a moment, causing the large number of people gathered below to instantly fall into a boil.

"Hey, look, there's a picture!"

"It's finally here! Are you going to start the live broadcast?"

"It's worth waiting here for so long!"

…………

These three LCD screens in the Shampoo Islands are the largest terminal live broadcast display equipment in the nearby waters.

Many of the people gathered around at this time were reporters from newspapers from various places.

They had been stationed here early in the morning in order to send press releases with valuable breaking points back to their own newspapers as soon as possible through the live broadcast provided by the World Economic News Agency.

Look around the world.

After all, there are very few places that can have this kind of live video equipment.

In order for news related to the details of the war to be further spread to people around the world, they still have to rely on traditional newspapers.

A dark, damp corridor with walls covered with moss.

——This is the picture displayed on the three screens at this moment.

The light was dim and blurry, and only a dozen figures in prison uniforms could be seen, escorted by two rows of executioners in brown uniforms, heading towards the end.

"Hurry up, what are you waiting for!"

The prisoner at the end was limping when he walked, as if he was dragging his feet a little, when he was kicked in the butt by the executioner next to him, urging him in a cold tone.

Almost at the moment the executioner finished speaking these words.

Bang!

In the live broadcast, the iron door of the prison in front was suddenly opened, and the dazzling early morning light shone in, dispelling the darkness and dampness in the corridor.

"Walk!"

"Let's go!"

More than a dozen pirate prisoners, roughly escorted by the executioners, were driven all the way to the iron gate.

The camera follows them closely.

As the last executioner stepped out of the iron gate expressionlessly, the light suddenly brightened and the scene changed instantly.

——The world outside the prison was suddenly completely displayed in front of everyone.

Chilling, majestic!

This is the outside world, the first impression it brings to everyone in front of the screen.

As far as the eye can see, there are murderous but silent navy, gathered together in an orderly manner, but with a terrifying aura like dark clouds looming over the city.

Fifteen prisoners were escorted all the way up the stairs to the execution platform, which was 70 to 80 meters high.

All the navy elites along the way acted as if they had not noticed, still maintaining their military posture and looking straight ahead. No one turned around to take a look.

The atmosphere around the execution platform was still eerily silent.

Thirty sturdy executioners were in place, one on the left and one on the left. After the fifteen prisoners arrived, the executioner on the right looked cold and suddenly stretched out his right leg and kicked them hard.

Boom!

Under the huge force, the fifteen pirate prisoners knelt down on their knees at the same time.

Immediately afterwards.

There was only a choking sound, and thirty long and narrow sword blades flashing with cold light were drawn out at the same time, crossed left and right, and placed on the head of each pirate.

The camera focused on the pirate prisoner in the middle for a moment.

This pirate was disheveled, his face was covered with scars, and his teeth were gritted with humiliation and humiliation, but he could still be recognized as the captain of the fourth division of the Whitebeard Pirates, Thatch.

The camera was raised at this time and photographed into the distance.

Between the changes of light and shadow, under the blue sky, the towering fortress walls stand tall, and the huge and terrifying forts are arranged in an array, clearly falling into the sight of the world.

And looking into the distance, one can still faintly see through the thin mist the naval fleet guarding the outside along the Crescent Bay, almost as far as the eye can see.

The white sails fluttered in the wind, and white seagulls spread their wings and flew over the empty space.

However, the atmosphere on the sea was so heavy that it almost made time freeze. Through the limitations of the screen and space, everyone who witnessed this scene could not help but breathe a little heavier.

The next moment, the camera zoomed in again.

This time, what appeared on the screen were the seats of the three generals under the execution platform, each occupying a screen.

"Look! It's Master Bailong!"

A little girl with a ponytail, held in her mother's arms, shouted excitedly.

In fact, she didn't need to remind her at all. The moment the picture turned, everyone in the audience was instantly attracted to Nuo Xia in the middle.

There was a sudden burst of whispers.

"Mr. Bailong actually returned to his headquarters and assumed the position of general!"

"With Admiral Bailong at the helm, the navy will surely win this time, right?"

"Who knows! It's true that the elite forces of the navy are concentrated here, but don't forget that their opponents are all the most vicious pirates in the entire new world!"

"Yes, and there is that man..." A young reporter wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "Whitebeard Edward Newgate! That guy is known as the strongest man in the world! Even General White Dragon,

I'm afraid not..."

"What are you talking about? Admiral White Dragon only took less than a day to kill BIGMOM, who was also the Emperor of the Sea. What about Whitebeard? Can that old guy do it?"

"That's right! Times have changed. In my opinion, General White Dragon has definitely surpassed Whitebeard in strength a long time ago. He is the strongest man in the world today!"

Among the people present, whether they were reporters or ordinary people, many were loyal fans of Nuo Xia, so naturally they had no reason to side with Nuo Xia.

But there are also quite a few people who have been hearing the legend of Edward Newgate since childhood.

The intimidating power of the strongest men in the old era has not dissipated to this day, so although their stance is biased towards the navy, they still have a heartfelt awe and fear for the man known as Whitebeard.

For a time, there were endless disputes about this and there was a lot of noise and excitement.

…

at the same moment.

In front of another LCD screen that was live broadcasting, there was a completely different atmosphere.

This LCD screen is extremely large. It is located in a commercial street square behind Marineford. Tens of thousands of navy family members live here, looking up at the real-time broadcast of the battle.

Before the camera switched to the three generals, many people were lowering their heads and praying nervously, praying that the navy could completely defeat the incoming pirates, and praying that their husbands, children, parents, brothers and sisters could return safely.

But the moment Nuo Xia appeared on the screen, the tense and anxious atmosphere in the entire square was inexplicably reduced a lot.

That handsome face with a confident smile is like a powerful centering needle. Without doing anything, just appearing in front of them can make many family members of the navy feel a sense of security as solid as a mountain.

"This boy is getting more and more handsome."

Garp was also in the square, picking his nose and sighing, "Yes, I have about half of my youthful demeanor."

"Five points of style?"

"Ah, I said too much, three points is enough. Three points is almost enough."

"Fuck off, can you have a little face?"

Zefa beside him couldn't bear it anymore and kicked him, but Garp dodged it with a smile.
To be continued...