One Piece: I Am the Revolutionary Army

In the remote sea area, Whitebeard and Roger received the newspaper much later than others.

"I never thought the Revolutionary Army would make such a big move again." Zhan Guo put down the newspaper in his hand with a headache, "Didn't they say there wouldn't be any big moves in the next few years?"

"The Chabaoti Archipelago actually freed the slaves. They are really brave."

"Since the headquarters didn't ask us to go back, we should be able to handle it." Kizaru said on the side.

"No, I still have to ask." After reading the newspaper, Zhan Guo frowned and picked up the Den Den Mushi to contact the headquarters.

After a moment, he hung up the phone. "Zeff went to Shampoo." Sengoku said. "Zeff, that's not a big problem." Kizaru raised the corner of his mouth and said easily, "Although I don't have a good relationship with Zephyr, his strength is enough to solve this matter."

"Maybe." Zhan Guo did not express a clear opinion. He had fought with Luo Ya and had also communicated with him privately, and he had a certain understanding of the tactics of this young revolutionary leader. This man with superb wisdom, who seemed crazy but actually controlled the overall situation, was sure of everything he did.

Now the Revolutionary Army has made such a big noise that even the World Economic News Agency is controlled by them. They have issued a statement to liberate slaves, which is almost a declaration of war on the World Government, and it is on an island so close. Zhan Guo does not think that the Revolutionary Army has no tricks.

Can Zephyr really defeat the Revolutionary Army? Is the headquarters too optimistic?

Sengoku was not completely confident. Even legendary pirate groups like Roger and Whitebeard did not give him that feeling.

But facing the revolutionary army, he felt tremendous pressure.

This is not an organization that can be evaluated based on its superficial strength. Since its establishment, it has won three battles against the navy and its strategic planning ability is formidable. "Apply for a return voyage. We will rush back to Marinford tomorrow morning." Sengoku walked back and forth at the bow of the warship and finally said to Kizaru.

This decision surprised Kizaru. "Are you no longer going to hunt down the Whitebeard Pirates?"

"There's no point in continuing to chase. Our forces in the New World are already weak. We can't catch the Whitebeard Pirates on our own. It's better to return. I..." "I understand, Mr. Sengoku."

Kizaru naturally would not insist on fighting the Whitebeard Pirates, so he agreed.

Soon, they got approval from the headquarters. They would rest tonight, head to the New World G1 branch early tomorrow morning, and then land in Mary Geoise from Red Harbor.

Sengoku heaved a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt that he might be too nervous. There was Zephyr in Shampoo and the headquarters was still available, so no matter how much the Revolutionary Army struggled, it would not cause much impact. However, it was a good thing to go back and rest. The Whitebeard Pirates and Roger Pirates were separated, and the goal this time was basically achieved.

Meanwhile, in the Chabaoti Archipelago.

On the navy ship, Zefa stood on the bow, leaning against the railing, holding a bottle of sherry in his hand, thinking. "Teacher Zefa, why do we have to guard other mangrove areas? The people of the Revolutionary Army should be in the mangrove area where the original slave market is located, right?" Duke asked doubtfully.

Although he was seriously injured by the cadres of the Revolutionary Army during the day, he himself is an animal-type fruit ability user with a strong physique and has basically recovered his ability to move. He doesn't understand why the teacher doesn't fight back against the Revolutionary Army?

Zefa didn't turn around or answer directly, but said, "Duke, I remember you were one of the recruits who graduated six years ago." "Yes, Mr. Zefa." Duke said respectfully, "Without your teaching, I wouldn't be where I am today."

"Actually, apart from Borsalino and Sakaski, I was most impressed by you in that class. You said you wanted to become an admiral of the navy, eliminate the darkness of the world, and uphold fairness and justice." Zefa smiled.

"You were the only one who dared to speak out loudly for the just ideals at that time." "I didn't expect the teacher remembered it so clearly." Duke scratched his head embarrassedly. He had just joined the navy and was a passionate young man.

"But now that you have been promoted from a recruit to lieutenant general, you should know that the darkness of this world is endless, with pirates rampant, nobles tyrannical and corrupt, and the Celestial Dragons doing whatever they want." Zefa said in a low voice.

"Our navy can still fight back against pirates, but we feel deeply powerless in the face of more darkness." "Let me teach you one last lesson."

"At all times, we must keep in mind the justice in our hearts. Even if the justice of the navy is constrained by power, we must still enforce justice whenever possible." Duke felt that Teacher Zefa seemed a little drunk. He obviously didn't drink, but he said many things that an admiral shouldn't say.

"Are you doing this for the slaves?" Duke thought about it and realized that if it was to save the slaves, everything would make sense.

Duke didn't plan to tell the headquarters about this. He was just and respected Zefa, so he wouldn't tell tales behind his back. "If it were me in the past, I might have done this, but now, I have to do it more thoroughly." Zefa pursed his lips and looked at the sea.

Suddenly, he shook the bottle in his hand, and the sea became rough. "The sea is watching the origin of this world."

"The sea also knows the end of this world."

“So the direction it leads to is the way forward.”

"So the direction it points to is the correct world." "Navigator." Duke, who was about to enter the cabin, stopped and looked at Zefa.

The moonlight shines on the deck, shining on this old navy soldier, making him look particularly lonely. This song is Zefa's favorite, and it is a song sung by the navy for the fallen soldiers.

Since the tragedy six years ago, Mr. Zefa seems to regard himself as one of the fallen navy. When he sings this song, it is often filled with dejection and he sings for himself.

For some reason, Duke, who didn't understand music, heard something different from his teacher's singing. It seemed less decadent and more like a farewell. Duke shook his head and walked into the cabin.

"Don't be afraid, your friends are waiting too." After singing the last sentence, Zefa was silent for a moment, then smiled with relief, opened the sherry in his hand, took a sip, and then poured all the wine into the sea.

"Goodbye, Navy."

All the rescued slaves gathered at the Slave Market No. 1 in Shampoo. In the huge central square, the cages that originally held the slaves were cleared out, and for the first time, the slaves discovered that the square was so open.

The bonfire burned brightly in the square, bringing light and warmth. The chefs of the revolutionary army cooked the ingredients into delicious food and distributed it to every slave.

Doctor Doriel and Silk, as well as some doctors from the Iron Bucket Kingdom and medical staff trained within the revolutionary army, shuttled among the slaves.

The revolutionary soldiers and the slaves sat on the ground, indistinguishable from each other.

Brook's appearance caused some commotion, as his skeleton appearance was too shocking, but after a few funny remarks, everyone gradually calmed down.

Brooke played the violin gracefully, and the melodious sound seemed to soothe the anxiety in people's hearts.

One melodious song after another, gradually getting louder, and finally Brooke just started singing out loud.

"Rise up, you hungry and cold slaves."

“Arise, you wretches of the world!”

"My blood is boiling, and I want to fight for the truth."

"Slaves, rise up, rise up."

"Don't say we have nothing, we want to take back the world!" "There has never been a savior, and we don't rely on gods or kings."

“To create human happiness, we all have to rely on ourselves.”

Brook's singing voice was full of appeal and passion. He passed on his emotions to everyone present. With the sound of "stand up", the revolutionary soldiers who were originally sitting cross-legged stood up spontaneously. The song was catchy, and they sang along.

The high voices gathered into a torrent, a torrent full of faith. This faith was like an inclusive sea, calmly accepting every suffering slave.

The slaves stood up and sang with all their might, their voices hoarse, as if they were pouring out all their emotions. As more and more people joined the chorus and their voices became louder and louder, even the eyes of those numb slaves began to sparkle for the first time.

Roya was singing, Fujitora was singing, Long, Nagli, and Aokiji were all singing the song. Tiger's voice was high-pitched, Jinbei's voice was loud, and Arlong didn't speak, but just pursed his lips and moved them slightly.

The slaves sang loudly. At this moment, they were free and equal. Everyone was equal at this moment. They could feel each other's emotions, beliefs, ideals and will. Everyone was connected at this moment, and condensed into the most powerful force.

The loudest voice rang out from the most closed slave market at this moment. The cages could not hold the singing, and the huge mangroves could not block it. The singing spread throughout the No. 1 mangrove area.

The sound rang in the ears of the navy soldiers who blocked this place. The sound surged like a tide, and every navy soldier could hear the song and feel the strength and will of the chorus.

The guns in their hands dropped involuntarily, and some soldiers couldn't help but sing along. How many of the lower-class navy soldiers were children of wealthy families, and how many were of noble birth?

They were not slaves, but were they not suffering people? Didn't they have a heart that fought for what was fair and just?

"Oppressive allied nations, the world government, and empty laws." "The nobles have no obligations, and the rights of the poor are just empty words." "Unite until tomorrow." "Equality will surely be achieved."

At first, the officers were able to suppress them with their power, but as the navy soldiers from other areas joined the chorus, even these officers could not suppress the voices of the lower-level soldiers. This was a mighty roar from the lower class, and any power would be completely crushed.