Chapter 671 The Wind Blows Gently
Night fell over the sea, and the wrecked pirate ship was faintly swaying among the waves.
Several exhausted pirates stood on the deck, looking nervously at the battlefield in the distance which was gradually becoming blurred.
Their eyes were filled with anxiety and anger.
Although they successfully escaped the suffocating bloody battle, they knew in their hearts that this was not a victory, but a temporary retreat.
The atmosphere in the cabin was solemn.
The pirates walked with heavy steps, and their low murmurs echoed in the dim light.
Two middle-aged pirates pushed open the door and walked into the first mate's cabin with gloomy faces.
The atmosphere immediately became suffocatingly oppressive.
"First mate, something is wrong..."
One of them spoke, his voice low and trembling.
The fear in his eyes had not completely dissipated, and the memory of the battle still lingered.
"They...they didn't give us any chance at all."
Another pirate said through gritted teeth, his tone full of anger, but also revealing a sense of powerlessness.
"Jin'an, Whitebeard, Kuzan...the strength of those monsters is far beyond our imagination. Almost no one can withstand their attacks."
The first mate was still sitting at the table. After a moment of silence, he slowly raised his head and glanced at them:
"How did you escape back?
The enemy didn't chase you?"
The two pirates looked at each other, and the fear in their hearts resurfaced. After a moment of silence, one of them gritted his teeth and said:
“We tried to stay hidden as much as possible, and used the ability of the Transparent Fruit to avoid pursuit.
Unfortunately, there was almost no chance to fight back in the end.
We just couldn't handle their speed and power."
The first mate listened, his expression gradually becoming solemn, and he tapped his fingers on the table.
Obviously, he had realized that the failure of the advance troops was not accidental, but the enemy's strength far exceeded their expectations.
He whispered to himself:
"Jin'an..."
That name had been lingering in his mind for a long time. When it just appeared among the pirates, it had already frightened countless pirates. Even he himself did not dare to underestimate this young leader.
"We know how powerful our enemy is."
He raised his head, his eyes grim.
"But you are not the only force. We also have big guys."
"..."
The first mate's voice gradually became lower and lower, and he didn't seem to be in a hurry to respond.
He slowly stood up and walked towards a large table in the corner of the cabin, on which was a detailed world map.
The pirates around him approached and looked down at the map.
The first mate pointed his finger at a small dot on the map and said coldly:
“We are not in a rush to attack at the moment. The power of the new navy cannot be underestimated, and Jinan is an opponent that cannot be ignored.
It seems... we can't act rashly anymore."
He paused for a moment, a hint of deep thought flashed in his eyes:
"We cannot rely solely on the existing forces. We are waiting for a stronger hand."
There was a hidden confidence in his tone.
Seeing this, several pirates felt a little relieved, but also a little puzzled:
"First mate, should we continue to wait?
We have lost our vanguard troops, Jinan is very powerful, and the navy is pressing on step by step."
A young pirate asked anxiously.
"and many more."
The first mate's voice was low but full of power, and his eyes became firm and deep.
“This battle is not just between the new navy and us, but between us and the whole world.
We must wait until we have the strongest force to completely reverse the situation."
He pointed to a place on the map, and his voice was as low as the night:
“Here, soon, the secret weapon of the Celestial Dragons will arrive.
As long as they take action, we will be able to fight back, not only defeat Jinan, but even completely destroy the new navy."
The pirates had complicated expressions when they heard this.
There was a fearless fire burning in the eyes of the great pirate, and his belief was firm, as if he had already seen victory ahead.
......
As the night deepens, the feeling of oppression in the air becomes stronger.
Several pirates stood on the deck, looking at the sea in the distance, silent.
Even though they had fled back to the relative safety of the rear, the uneasiness in their hearts could not be eliminated.
Everyone knew that they had entered a war from which there was no turning back.
But waiting is not easy.
As time passed, the pirates' anxiety gradually increased, and the torment in their hearts became more and more obvious.
Although they can rely on strong support, the agony of waiting has made everyone's nerves tense to the extreme.
"How long can we wait?"
A pirate asked in a low voice, his tone filled with uneasiness.
"The first mate said that as long as the Celestial Dragons' weapons arrive, the outcome can be reversed."
Another pirate gritted his teeth and said, but there was a hint of doubt in his tone.
"But...what if Jin An doesn't give us time anymore?"
The first mate's calm voice came from deep in the cabin:
“We are not waiting for an opportunity, but for a decisive blow.
As long as the power of the Celestial Dragons arrives, the current deadlock can be broken."
However, in this dark sea, no one can foresee what will happen next.
Will the world government’s aid really arrive as expected?
Or will the might of the new navy suddenly break out in this already complicated battle and completely change the situation?
The pirates also began to feel uneasy.
The storm is coming, and whether they can ride it out depends on what happens next.
......
"Hey~"
A slight sound of wind cut through the silent night sky, followed by a figure that floated in like a ghost and landed lightly on the mast of the pirate ship.
The wooden beams on the mast swayed slightly, accompanied by the whisper of the night wind.
The man was dressed in a black robe, with a slender figure and graceful movements, as if blending into the surrounding darkness.
He stood on the mast with an indifferent look, overlooking the pirate ship in front of him and the group of pirates below who were having a tense discussion.
Under the moonlight, his eyes were like the deep ocean, cold and ruthless.
The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a smile with a hint of disdain.
"It's true that a piece of rotten mud can't be helped."
He shook his head slightly and sighed softly. His words were gentle, but they revealed a contempt that could not be ignored.
"It's already this time, and you're still hiding..."
He glanced at the arguing pirates, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes.
"But who made the world government fail like this?"
There was a flash of coldness in his eyes for a moment, and then a look of helplessness appeared on his face.
"We can only try our luck with this mob."
He slowly withdrew his gaze, seemingly in no hurry to show up, and stood on the mast quietly observing everything.
The wind blew his robe gently, and his figure seemed to blend into the night, making his presence almost imperceptible.
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