Chương 1393: On top of the war (5)

At this time, in the bustling Chabaodi Archipelago, Rachel and her friends were sitting leisurely on the thick tree trunks.

Their eyes were all directed to the huge and bright screen not far away, and the picture displayed on the screen was the tense atmosphere and the battle-ready scene of the Navy Headquarters.

"Alas... From my perspective, this time old man Whitebeard is in great danger!"

Rachel shook her head gently and sighed with regret.

Daisy on the side echoed: "That's right! How can Whitebeard compete with the powerful Marine Headquarters with his own strength? Even for our Rockefeller Kingdom, it would be difficult to deal with the Marine Headquarters without my father's personal intervention. Not to mention that the powerful World Government is standing behind the Marine Headquarters!"

At this moment, Rachel seemed to suddenly remember something, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a sly smile: "Oh, right, do you still remember? It is said that my father specifically asked Napoleon to hand over the latest top potion developed by our Rockefeller Kingdom to Whitebeard. If the navy underestimates Whitebeard, it may be overturned! Try to annihilate the navy. Whitebeard's Tremor-Tremor Fruit is a master at destroying the world!"

"As long as we can catch the Navy off guard, it will be enough! You know, the Navy has the support of the extremely powerful World Government! Although they suffer heavy losses every time they fight with us, they can always quickly regroup and recover with the solid backing of the World Government. I really hope that Father Whitebeard can deliver a fatal blow before he dies and severely hit the Navy Headquarters! In this way, my subsequent battle against the North Sea will surely be a little easier!"

Daisy said with a sigh.

Rachel beside her also nodded in agreement.

Although he still has high hopes for Whitebeard deep down in his heart, it cannot be ignored that Whitebeard is already old.

Moreover, the opponent he has to face this time is the entire naval headquarters, which is an extremely large and powerful force.

Therefore, it is better not to have too high expectations on them.

At this moment, everyone was staring intently at the real-time images provided by the Navy Headquarters.

It is obvious that the navy was well prepared this time, and Charlotte was not the only one who knew how to use propaganda.

The Navy is also well aware of this.

They intend to make a big fuss about Whitebeard's death and tell the world that justice will always prevail over evil! In this way, they will inspire more young and energetic people to join the navy instead of becoming pirates.

Navy headquarters!

The atmosphere in the marshal's office was suffocatingly solemn.

Cap's fist, which was as hard as steel, slammed hard on the desk, making a dull thud.

The blow was so powerful that not only did it scatter the neatly arranged documents on the table, but even the teacup that was originally placed steadily on the side was not spared and was knocked to the ground by the huge impact force. The scalding hot tea inside instantly flowed out and soaked the table top.

At this moment, Karp lowered his head, his brows were tightly furrowed, forming two deep grooves, as if they could pinch a fly to death.

His body was trembling slightly, as if he was trying hard to suppress some emotion that was about to explode.

From his clenched teeth and flushed face, it can be seen that he is burning with rage.

\"I will never agree to do this! Is it really necessary? \" Garp raised his head and stared at Marshal Sengoku who was sitting behind his desk, with sparks of anger and unwillingness flashing in his eyes.

Sengoku looked back at Garp calmly, as if he had already expected such a violent reaction from the other party.

\"This public execution is not just a simple execution of a pirate. It has a crucial impact and far-reaching significance on the future direction of the entire world. Therefore, as one of the parties involved in this matter, you also shoulder an important responsibility that cannot be shirked! I hope you don't forget this, Garp! \" Sengoku said in a serious tone.

Hearing this, Karp stood up suddenly, his strong and powerful hands clenched into fists, and his knuckles turned white from excessive force.

Then he turned around without saying a word and slowly left the office with heavy steps.

As the door was slammed shut, the room fell into dead silence.

It's a busy scene outside!

I saw many naval soldiers busy and hurriedly carrying all kinds of ammunition and supplies. They kept going back and forth between the ships and Marinford.

Since Marinford itself is just an isolated island, the supplies stored inside are quite limited and cannot meet the needs of combat, so a huge amount of various supplies must be continuously transported in from outside the island.

The entire port was crowded with people running back and forth, busy everywhere. Some were panting while carrying heavy shells; some were struggling to move forward while pushing carts loaded with guns and ammunition; others were shouting at their companions to speed up.

"Hurry up! Those guys over there, stop dawdling!"

An officer in charge of command and dispatch shouted at the top of his voice.

At the same time, in the square of Marinford, tens of thousands of battle-hardened and well-equipped elite marines were lined up in neat rows.

They stood there with their heads held high and in high spirits, as indestructible as the Great Wall of Steel.

These brave and fearless soldiers listened attentively to the orders given by the generals above, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

At this time, a tall and burly naval giant vice admiral walked to the front of the marines.

He shouted to all the marines in a voice as loud as a bell: "Brothers, stay calm and don't panic! No matter what happens next, there are less than three hours left before the final battle. As long as we hold our ground and fight bravely, this war will end with our victory!"

Hearing the impassioned words of the vice admiral, the more than 40, 000 naval elites present were immediately excited, and they shouted in unison: "Justice will prevail!"

The deafening shouts resounded through the sky, as if tearing the sky apart.

There is no doubt that this powerful army composed of more than 40, 000 elites will soon become the first solid line of defense against the frontal attack of the elite troops of the Whitebeard Pirates.

They shoulder the sacred mission of protecting the Navy Headquarters and safeguarding world justice. Everyone is fully aware of the heavy responsibility they have and has long been prepared to fight to the death.