Chapter 1525 Situation 1

Mori walked steadily to Kuro's side, frowned slightly, and said in a low voice, "Captain, is it really okay for us to be so idle? The various forces outside are fighting fiercely now, and the situation is changing rapidly. If we keep sitting still, won't we miss some important opportunities?"

Kuro's gaze was deep, serene, as he gazed into the distance, as if peering through layers of fog to see the battlefield unfold. He spoke slowly, his voice steady and powerful, "What's wrong with that? Right now, with those guys fighting to the death out there, it's a good time for us to recover our strength. War is like a long marathon; winning isn't achieved by rushing in fast at the start. Conserving strength and waiting for the perfect moment to strike is the key to victory. Once they've both been decimated, consuming vast quantities of manpower and resources, that's when we'll step in and reap victory."

As Kuro spoke, his eyes suddenly sharpened as if he had thought of something crucial. He turned to look at Mori and said, "By the way, have you made any new progress on your bombs recently? In this war, we need some powerful weapons to enhance our combat effectiveness. Bomb research and development cannot be left behind."

Mori nodded slightly and said seriously, "I don't have any clues yet, but Vegapunk has given me a lot of new ideas. After some discussion, we're planning to produce a batch of explosive rocks for use in the upcoming war. This explosive rock is extremely powerful, and if used properly on the battlefield, it will inflict a huge blow to the enemy."

A hint of surprise flashed in Kuro's eyes. He leaned forward slightly and asked anxiously, "Explosive rock? Does that guy have the formula for explosive rock? This is an extremely terrifying weapon. If we can really make it, it will be our trump card in this war."

Mori replied, "He said he could do it. I didn't ask for the specific technical details, but judging by his confident expression, he must be very confident."

Kuro stroked his chin and fell into deep thought. After a while, a relieved smile appeared on his face: "This is good news.

Using a powerful weapon like explosive rock on the battlefield will undoubtedly give us a huge advantage.

We must plan ahead and rationally arrange the timing and location of the use of explosive rocks to maximize their power and lay a solid foundation for our victory."

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The war between the army and the revolutionary army was like an enraged beast, roaring recklessly in paradise for nearly two months.

Both sides seemed to have staked their entire fortunes, showing their biggest trump cards without reservation. The supporting forces also displayed their magical powers like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, completely turning the entire paradise into a devastated ruin. The former prosperity and vitality were completely swallowed up by the flames of war.

On a certain island, the revolutionary army had just successfully occupied it after a hard battle.

At this time, the soldiers were dragging their heavy feet, carrying their dead comrades and enemies.

Their faces were filled with fatigue and sadness, and every step they took seemed to require all their strength.

The soldiers guarding the island stood blankly in the town that had turned into ruins after being baptized by artillery fire, looking around with empty eyes.

The once bustling streets have now turned into rubble, houses have collapsed, thick smoke is billowing, and the air is filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder and blood.

He began to waver in his heart about the war. Was it really worth it? For the so-called revolution, so many lives were sacrificed and so many beautiful things were destroyed.

"What are you thinking about?" Along with the man's rough voice, suddenly a big hand slapped him heavily on the head, as if pulling him back to reality from his thoughts.

The beaten soldier turned around and saw that it was his own brother. His face was covered with dust and sweat, but his eyes were still firm and warm.

"Brother, have you dealt with everything over there?" the soldier asked softly, with a hint of fatigue in his voice.

"It's been done a long time ago. Let's all work together and it will be cleaned up quickly." The man said as he took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, then took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep breath, as if to relieve his inner fatigue.

"Huh~" He exhaled a puff of smoke, his face somewhat relaxed, as if the smoke could take away some of the haze in his heart. He looked at his brother with a complicated expression and couldn't help but reach out and pat his shoulder, his movements gentle but firm.

"Don't let your imagination run wild. Just remember to always follow me. If there's any danger, I'll be there for you. No matter what happens, I'll protect you, just like when we were little."

The brother's words were like the warm sun in winter, warming the soldier's cold heart.

"Brother..." The soldier's voice was choked, tears of emotion flashing in his eyes.

On a battlefield filled with blood and death, his brother's presence was like a solid fortress, making him feel endless warmth and security.

No matter how cruel the war was, as long as his brother was by his side, he had the courage and strength to keep fighting.

The two brothers were talking and the atmosphere was originally quite relaxed, but suddenly, a large number of people ran over like a tide, breaking this brief tranquility.

"Captain Yuanduo, we found the enemy in a basement!" a soldier reported breathlessly, his eyes revealing tension and excitement.

Saruto's eyes glared, instantly switching from a relaxed state to combat mode. He quickly stubbed out his cigarette, his movements quick and decisive, as if snuffing out a dangerous flame. "Take me there," he said in a low, firm voice, leaving no room for doubt.

Just as he was about to take a step forward, Saruto suddenly remembered his younger brother Sarutobi. He stopped and turned to look at Sarutobi, his eyes full of concern and seriousness: "Just stay here and don't follow me."

"But brother..." Sarutobi's face showed worry and unwillingness. He didn't want his brother to face danger alone.

"This is an order!" Yuan Duo's voice rose a few degrees, his eyes revealing a majesty that could not be disobeyed. After saying this, he hurriedly left with his men, leaving only the sound of hurried footsteps.

Sarutobi and several other soldiers were left to clean up the battlefield. Sarutobi looked at the direction his brother had left, feeling mixed emotions, but as a soldier, he could only obey orders.

"Where is that basement?" a soldier asked anxiously, his weapon clenched in his hand, ready to fight at any time.

"It's in the big warehouse in front." Another soldier said, pointing to the front.

"Okay, speed up!" Yuan Duo gave an order, and the group ran like an arrow. Their figures shuttled through the ruins, raising a cloud of dust.