Crockdahl knows the old saying, the army is the courage of the general, and the soul of the army. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This is not any exaggeration or falsehood, but the truth summed up by the people who have survived countless worlds and countless wars.

For the people of the navy, the commander of the Demon Slaying Order, the five vice admirals are their souls. As long as the vice admiral, they are the most elite naval soldiers. But once the lieutenant general is defeated, they will become soulless, like walking corpses, without any elite combat power.

At this time, even in terms of numbers and the number of warships, these navies have an advantage. But they have lost the confidence to continue fighting, or rather, they do not see any hope of victory.

There is no fear of no strength, and the most terrible thing is that there is no hope. Because such a person will always be immersed in the desperate situation of self-weaving. And when people are cornered, there are usually only two ways to go......

Despair, or madness.

However, if people in a desperate situation see that there is still a glimmer of hope for life, then they will definitely not choose the path of madness dominated by the desire to survive, but will go down the road of despair, trembling and waiting for the judgment of fate.

The yellow clouds in the sky have become a lingering haze in the hearts of the navy, so that they cannot raise any thoughts of resistance. But until the real end comes, they still have hope, so instead of choosing the crazy path, they wait for Crockdahl's choice.

If Crockdahl still wants to attack them, they have no way to live, even if they want to die, they will make a final struggle, even if they die together, they will have to make Crokdahl pay.

Perhaps it was because of the voice of the Navy, or perhaps because of the disdain of a group of people who had no fighting spirit, and under the wooden and hopeful gaze of the Navy, the battleship that had been forcibly taken by Crockdahl raised its sails again, and seemed to be about to turn its bow and leave here.

I don't know who to start with, and a sigh of relief spread among these naval warships. On several battleships, the naval non-commissioned officer, who was the captain, had already had red eyes.

The sails, swelled by the fierce sea breeze, were blue and white, like a sharp sword piercing their hearts. The cheers from afar made their hearts ache even more.

But they didn't dare to do anything......

There is no doubt that this is a shame for the Navy and a scar that they will never forget.

……

"Hooray!!Hooray!!"

"Victory! Long live !!"

Contrary to the silence on the naval warship, the shipwrights were shouting excitedly at this time. The last bit of resistance on the battleship, under Luffy's Giant Fist, was also knocked out with cheers.

In this relatively small, but dense environment with enemies, a large-scale attack after the third gear is obviously more suitable than the mode of speed and burst in the second gear. But correspondingly, the side effects of the ability also made Luffy temporarily turn into a three-headed Q version of the form, joining the "Alliance of the Combatless" composed of Robin, Usopp and others.

With Crockdahl's order, these guys, who knew even more about ships than their own wives, immediately mobilized and pulled up the sails while repairing the battleship.

Because of the relationship between Akula Ragnar, the raging madness is extraordinarily violent, and it is believed that as soon as the sails are in place, the battleship will immediately fly out like cannonballs, away from this dangerous sea.

However, will things go so well?

As with any drama, the dawn of victory comes with the greatest crisis......

"Click, Click, ......Click, Click, T

A series of small sounds came from far and near. Even the inspired, morale-boosting boatmen could not ignore the strange sounds.

Unlike the sound of the wind, unlike the tide of the sea, no matter how loud the decibel of the outside sound is, it cannot hide the seemingly slight noise. It was as if the voice was coming from the bottom of their hearts......

"Pheasant ......" Crockdahl naturally noticed the sound, and when he turned his head to look, his high-spirited face instantly fell into the cold winter, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth.

Slowly clenching his fists, I don't know if it was because of resentment or exhaustion, Crockdahl's body was slowly trembling. And the position of his broken arm on his left side was even more faintly painful......

In the distance, an ice-blue trail visible to the naked eye is rapidly extending towards this side. Even if you can't see the appearance of the person who hit the head, the frost that drifts away with the trajectory tells him who he is.

Admiral - Pheasant.

"Inevitable battle?" echoed his gloomy face, and Crokdahl's voice was particularly muffled.

It's actually this time......

"Was the timing of the cut into battle deliberately chosen, for Robin, or ......" Crockdahl's eyes flashed with light, and he inevitably began to think, "Coming at me?"

Should it be attributed to his keen intuition, even if there is no evidence, Crockdahl inadvertently touched the edge of the truth - the pheasant who has not yet left the navy, no matter how lazy his behavior is, he still follows justice. In the eyes of the pheasant, Krokdal at this time was enough to threaten the existence of the navy.

In fact, in addition to being a lingering nightmare for Robin, the Demon Slayer Order is also a knot that the pheasant can't untie.

Is the Demon Slayer Order Good or Evil?

The massacre of O'Hara in the past, even if he was already in the position of a general, still could not be relieved. That's why he handed over the phone bug of the Demon Slaying Order to others seemingly at random, but in fact, to put it bluntly, this can be regarded as a psychological escape. And the laziness of the past is more like a kind of aimless confusion.

The Demon Slaying Order unfolded, and he was in a position of spectatorship. But his identity, as well as his connection with the Demon Slayer Order, made it impossible for him to really stay out of it. Whether it is the success or failure of the Demon Slaying Order, it all involves him, but it also makes him entangled. That's why he won't interfere with the progress of the Demon Slaying Order, and he won't help anyone.

It's just that when the Demon Slaying Order was broken by Crockdahl, he, the nominal supreme commander of the Demon Slaying Order, was finally inevitably involved in this endless whirlpool.

After all, he was an admiral, and whether it was the justice of the navy or his position, he was forced to do something. At this time, Crockdahl, whether it is the degree of threat to the navy or the record of breaking the demon slaying order, has undoubtedly become a pheasant plagued by tangled emotions, and the most reasonable and suitable target.

Naturally, Krokdahl didn't know anything about it, but if he did, he would be speechless, right?

To get back to the point, Crockdahl, who had always kept an eye on the situation on the battleship, had a gloomy face after discovering the trail of the pheasant for the first time. The joy of victory lasted only a moment before being dispelled by the clouds.

It's like a more turbulent tide at this time, who can believe that it has just subsided for a moment?

From far and near, the ice line, completely ignoring all the waves, was as straight as a sword, stabbing towards Crockdahl's side. The surging waves along the way were all invaded by the cold air in mid-air, and they formed cold ice and stood in the air.

The waves that freeze in an instant are as dazzling as fireworks in the prosperous era. At another moment, Crockdahl might have sighed with admiration. But at this time, the only thing he could feel was the murderous aura that stabbed straight in, and the undisguised killing intent like a cold winter.

The wind and sand whipped up one of the lifeboats on the battleship, and Krokdal jumped overboard and landed in a small boat. At the same time, he shouted without looking back: "The rest of the battle is no longer what you should be involved in." Nami, hand over the battleship to your command, take Robin and get out of here!"

At this time, only Nami is more reliable.

"But...... Uncle?!" Nami was stunned for a moment, surprised.

"It's nothing! Don't talk nonsense, get out of here!" Crockdahl interrupted Nami's words, categorical and irresistible, "Such a small scene is not in my eyes! If you don't drag your feet, solve this trash fish in minutes, do you believe it or not?!"

Crockdahl's tone was full of madness and confidence, even a bit of pride. But his face, which never looked back, was extraordinarily solemn.

This inevitable battle is likely to be the toughest he will ever encounter. With his remaining physical strength, he is definitely not the opponent of the pheasant, so it would be good to delay a little longer......

What is the worst-case scenario of defeat at the hands of the pheasant?

Even between the pheasant and the red dog, whether in terms of concept or ability, it seems to be-for-tat, and water and fire are incompatible. But there is no doubt that they are all real navy. No matter how many evil things the pirates have done, they will always give priority to their capture, and Pelton Prison is designed for this idea.

Therefore, at most, he was imprisoned by the pheasant in the big prison under the sea, and let the plot go around and return to the original point! Even the worst case scenario can be accepted, what is he afraid of?

Besides, no matter how unfavorable the situation is, it is just a useless struggle, he will do his best to fight for his life!

"Well, let me give you one last ride......" Crockdahl chuckled back and met Robin's gaze, "We'll meet you again, Robin......"

The sea breeze, which had become wild due to the arrival of Akula Ragnar, was now blowing in the same direction as if it were under control. The sails that had been pulled up by the shipwrights swelled up in an instant, and the yellow sand was like a giant hand, pushing fiercely at the tail of the battleship, bringing the battleship a flying initial velocity.

In the blink of an eye, the battleship disappeared from view. At the same time, the look of exhaustion on Crockdahl's face became a little heavier. And inexplicably, his face was a little more lonely and lost.