Chapter 1549 Determination of Revenge

Morgans, like a swift messenger, quickly sent the latest information about the army to Kuro. Along with it, he also sent a uniquely shaped Den Den Mushi, whose shell was engraved with mysterious patterns, as if hiding some secret.

Kuro sat in the spacious chair, legs crossed, and slowly flipped through the intel. When he saw the words "Field Marshal is still alive," the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile. "That's good news." In his mind, as long as the Field Marshal was still alive, he would surely pursue revenge with a burning hatred. This way, the Kuro Pirates could remain on the sidelines, quietly watching the situation unfold like a spectacle, perhaps even finding an opportunity to exploit.

"This Den Den Mushi can contact that guy, Bao Tuo..." Kuro muttered to himself, picking up the Den Den Mushi and pressing it without a second thought. The Den Den Mushi's round eyes flickered a few times, and then a busy tone sounded, as if explaining the difficulty of connecting.

After a busy tone, Baot's voice, which was deliberately lowered in volume, came from the Den Den Mushi like a quietly swimming snake: "Captain? Is that you?" The voice was cautious, as if afraid of being heard by others.

"Of course it's me! Are you planning to join the army?" Kuro's voice was unrequited, like a bottomless lake, but Baot only felt a chill on his back, as if a chill was running up his spine.

"How could I join the army?" Baot hurriedly defended himself with a hint of urgency in his voice, "I am a pirate for one day and a pirate for the rest of my life! What's more, the army's situation is too dire now." Speaking of the current situation of the army, Baot couldn't help shaking his head, and the way he shook his head seemed to get rid of all the bad luck.

During his time in the army, Baot had put in a lot of effort. Bribing his superiors, he slithered through the bureaucracy like a cunning fox, rising through the ranks and quickly reaching management in the logistics department. He watched the Knights of God in action, their awe-inspiring displays crushing the revolutionary army. During this time, he had indeed entertained the idea of ​​joining them; after all, following the strong seemed to offer more prospects.

Before he could make up his mind, the army collapsed like a mountain, and suffered a crushing defeat! The scene was simply horrific. He was forced to use his fruit power to escape, like a frightened mouse, desperately searching for a place to hide.

Now he was with the remnants of the army, surrounded by a scene of devastation. The soldiers were dejected, like shells without souls. Field Marshal Kettley had also awakened, his eyes burning with rage that threatened to set the world ablaze. He refused to accept this defeat, shouting at the top of his lungs that he would continue to fight the revolutionaries. His voice echoed in the air with an unyielding stubbornness.

"Don't try to play it like that. You'd better tell me the truth." Kuro narrowed his eyes, a hint of suspicion in his eyes, as if he wanted to see through Baiot. "What exactly did you do in the army? Don't think you can hide it from me."

Baot swallowed hard and said, "Captain, I really didn't do anything bad. I just got a job in the logistics department, thinking I could get more information, which would be beneficial to you. Who knew the army would be so weak and be defeated so quickly?"

"Hmph, that's better." Kuro snorted coldly. "So what are the army's plans now? Kettley said they want to continue fighting. Do they have the strength to do so?"

Baot sighed and said, "Captain, the army is badly damaged now. Many soldiers have died or fled, and the equipment has also been severely damaged.

Although Marshal Kettley was unwilling to accept this, many of his men had already lost their fighting spirit, and some had even considered resigning from the army.

"Quit the Army? Then he's courting death."

"Kately will definitely kill him." Kuro reclined in the luxurious chair, legs crossed, fingers tapping lightly on the armrest, a meaningful sneer on his lips. "Come to think of it, I'm afraid Kately's courage will be shattered, and he'll retreat into hiding and dare not face the Revolutionary Army."

"Now it seems that guy exceeded my expectations."

The voice was full of teasing and mockery, as if watching a farce that had been anticipated long ago.

Baot's voice came from the Den Den Mushi, with a hint of caution: "Before you contacted me, he had already contacted Mariyat to ask for soldiers."

When Kuro heard this, his eyes lit up slightly and he nodded with satisfaction. The nod seemed to be a key move in a carefully planned chess game: "Very good." He was secretly proud of himself. He hoped that both sides would use up all their troops. In this way, he could take over the entire world without bloodshed. It was as if he could already see himself standing on the top of the world, overlooking all living beings.

However, what Baot said next made Kuro frown slightly. "But, that old Satan seems unwilling to send more troops, and the two sides are arguing fiercely."

Kuro was not surprised. He raised the corners of his mouth and revealed a disdainful smile: "It's normal to quarrel so fiercely. No one will be in a good mood if they suffer heavy losses." In his opinion, this quarrel is just an emotional release between those whose interests have been damaged. It is something that is bound to happen.

"But Satan will definitely agree to send troops in the end." Kuro said affirmatively, his tone leaving no room for doubt, as if he had seen through the entire trend of the matter.

Baot asked doubtfully on the other end of the phone: "Why?"

Kuro leaned back in his chair, his hands folded behind his head, his eyes revealing a penetrating wisdom. "Because he has no choice," he slowly analyzed. "That old Satan may seem tough, but he's actually very shrewd. He knows the strength of the army, and he also knows that if the army is completely wiped out by the revolutionary army, it will be of no benefit to him.

Although the army suffered a great loss this time, it still has a certain foundation and influence.