Time is passing, and these words may be a heart-rending realization for those who are in the age of sixties, but for those who are newborn, they may also be an experience that makes people feel like an old age.

The sky was overcast, the bitter cold wind was rolling by, and the white snowflakes had been falling for a whole day, and there was no intention of stopping, this was Molokinidon Island, one of the seven starting islands of the Great Voyage.

At this time, the sky here belonged only to fire and gunsmoke, and after the sharp whistling sound, there was an overwhelming explosion.

Ice, snow, shrapnel, and even human stumps flew in the air, and cries, shouts, and cries for help were incessant, and in Cuenca's eyes, the place was left with only three colors.

The snow-white that fell from the sky and the gray-black splashing everywhere, and the dazzling bright red mixed in.

Half-crouched in the ice trench that he had captured, he clutched the barrel of his gun tightly, his eyes slightly revealing the fear of death, which is the normal reaction of creatures with the desire to survive.

But he didn't panic too much, because this was not his first fight, and he wasn't a rookie who hadn't been stained with blood, but... This is really the first time I have experienced such a large-scale war!

The roar of artillery continued, and many people leaped out of his side, spilling blood on the battlefield with a fierce burst of gunfire and screams, leaving Cuenca with nothing but a heavy sound of falling to the ground.

"Damn! Where did these pirates get so many artillery? ”

Cuenca complained in an angry whisper that he had not been carried away by the atmosphere of the battlefield like his previous comrades, who had fallen under fire. Their task was to hold the trench and wait for the support of the "masters".

This is a war between the Navy and the pirates.

In this world, the pirates at the top are often called the "biggest threat", but in fact, in the eyes of Cuenca, the biggest threat to most civilians is not the "Four Emperors" who are high, but the ordinary pirates below, although they are not strong, but there are many people, and there is no bottom line at all, they never know the truth of "being a man and leaving a line", "killing chickens and taking eggs" is their consistent style.

So for Cuenca, the first-class soldier of the headquarters, what he has seen, faced, and fought are all low-level pirates, and he has seen too much misery, too much unbearable, and too much chaos.

Growing up in a naval family, he knew that although the number of pirates was originally quite large, it could not be called "extremely large", but since the hateful One Piece Roger created the "era of pirates" a few years ago, the number of pirates in the world has been surging every year, every month, and even every day.

Naturally, the number of plundered ships, captured islands, and slaughtered villages multiplied. The common people who suffered, suffered, and suffered are even more numerous.

Let's talk about this war, the pirate group on the other side was able to recruit 2,000 pirates, which before the "era of pirates", only the top pirates could do it, and now...

So this can no longer be considered an ordinary arrest operation, but a war against pirates!

"This damn weather is really sinful..."

Cuenca covered his thick cotton coat to ward him off some of the frosty winds, and at that moment he suddenly noticed that the sound of the artillery had stopped, but he did not feel any joy about it.

Because then he will face the most cruel "test" again.

Sure enough, the comrades-in-arms around him had already thrown their rifles to their side, and then pulled out a knife with a glittering cold light from the hilt hanging behind them, and then it was a white-knuckle battle!

Cuenca held a long knife and climbed out of the trench with his comrades, holding the knife at this time, he had a little more calm and confidence in his eyes than when he held the gun before, because he was better at swordsmanship than firearms.

Standing in the middle of the team, he looked far ahead, and sure enough, there was also a crowd of pirates holding various weapons and uneven clothing, and there were even some white-haired apes with huge bodies and two meters high.

They are the characteristic creatures of this island - snow orangutans, and the pirates do not know what means they used, but they actually controlled this group of extremely powerful and extremely resistant tribes, and in the previous battles, there were too many, too many sailors, and even non-commissioned officers, died at their hands.

When the two sides were separated by a distance of 100 meters, there was no accompaniment, and they directly roared and killed, and charged to the opposite side, this is a war, this is a battlefield, between the enemy and me, only you die and I live...

Swinging, blocking, swinging, repeating the same action again and again, the same action mechanically as the smoke and smell of gunpowder and fishy wind poured into Cuenca's mouth and nose.

At this time, he has only one thought in his head, and there is only one reaction in his body, hacking all the guys around him who are dressed differently from himself, and then going to find the next one, he doesn't know how long it will take.

But judging from previous experience, as long as you keep cutting until you can no longer find a target, or when the two sides start an artillery battle again, you will stop this never-ending battle.

Or, if they manage to storm the blue castle in the center of the island and kill the damned pirate leader, they can take the warship again and return to Marlene Vando to rest...

But this time, it doesn't seem to be the same as before...

I saw a sturdy man who was nearly two and a half meters tall and covered in black armor, waving two huge black pincers on his arms vigorously, smashing to death, and killing one seaman after another.

At the same time, the huge black scorpion tail behind the man exploded the heads of all the naval soldiers within a radius of twenty meters as fast as lightning, and every time he swept the scorpion tail, he could throw dozens of living targets away!

"The Mighty!"

Cuenca looked at the man who was constantly approaching him, and his heart was a little frightened, he wanted to retreat at this time, but he didn't know if it was because of his childhood tutor or because of his dedication to justice, his body did not follow his instinctive fear.

"Huh"

There was a whistling sound in the air from far and near.

A dark shadow in Cuenca's eyes changed from small to large, and at this moment, he instantly felt that his body, and even his five senses, were firmly locked. He tried to dodge, but he couldn't, or was so fast, that he could only watch as the hook at the top of the scorpion's tail was about to touch his own head.

"Father... Mother..."

Cuenca knew that he was going to die, and his childhood vow, his dream of becoming a general, was about to be shattered and shattered, and he... So unwilling!

"Swing~!"

Just as this young sailor in his prime was about to wither under the scorpion's tail, a figure instantly appeared in front of him.

"Don't!"

At the same time, when Cuenka's eyes were originally a little sloppy, when he suddenly saw the back of a naval uniform in front of him, for some reason, what appeared in his heart was not gratitude, but anxiety... This man is in danger!

A huge metal crash suddenly exploded in the center of this battlefield, except for Cuenca, who was protected by the comer, all the pirates and sea soldiers within a radius of ten meters were knocked out by the air wave that followed.

"It's not time to give up~ Navy!"

I saw that Smoker, who was already one meter eight tall and was wearing a white jacket on his upper body, but with strong abdominal muscles exposed, did not look back, while blocking the black scorpion tail hook with two white finger tiger knives, he stared closely at the strong man in the distance, and then smiled and said softly to the sailors behind him.

Behind him, there were four young men and women, standing there with dashing faces, although they were only wearing thin summer clothes of the marines, but the temperament they exuded was a sense of standing out from the crowd.

The snowflakes and the icy coastline became their background at this moment~