One Piece: Start as a mythical beast, practice to become stronger

"Dad is right."

Marco nodded in agreement.

"Intelligence has now revealed several key gathering places. If we can accurately strike these places, we can severely damage their alliance and make those guys completely chaotic."

The new naval staff officer at the side raised his head and reported:

“We have received some reliable information from the spies lurking among the pirates.

It is said that these pirates are trying to nominate someone powerful enough to command the entire alliance.

But at present they have many internal conflicts and have not yet reached an agreement.”

Hearing this, Kuzan's eyes lit up slightly, and after thinking for a moment, he slowly said:

“If they have serious internal conflicts, that will be our breakthrough point.

We can exploit their differences, create more confusion and prevent them from forming a real synergy.”

Upon hearing this, Jin An smiled again:

"That's a good idea. But to be honest, if you want these guys to kill each other, you can't just wait and watch."

Jin An walked to the map and drew red arrows on several key areas:

“Our first step is to blockade the sea and cut off their supply lines.

What those guys need most are weapons and food.

Once they don’t get those things, their alliance will quickly fall apart.”

After hearing this, Whitebeard said in a deep voice:

“Leave this task to me and my people.

My ships know every inch of these waters, and it will be easy for us to blockade the supply lines."

Jinan nodded:

“Second step, we need an intelligence war.

Send out more spies, go deep into their alliance and create chaos.

Letting those suspicions and mistrusts spread faster and their infighting will save us a lot of time and resources."

"You can leave this task to me."

Kuzan raised his hand lazily.

"I know the psychology of these pirates very well."

Jinan continued:

“The final step is to concentrate our forces and launch a thunderous attack on their core stronghold.

This time, we will not only destroy their strongholds, but also completely deprive them of their ability to continue resisting."

As the tactical deployment gradually took shape, the entire new navy's fleet entered a highly tense state of preparation.

The crew was busy organizing their equipment on the deck, and the weapons warehouse was filled with shining swords and cannons.

Everyone can feel the tension and solemnity in the air.

Jin An stood on the deck of the flagship, his cloak blown by the sea breeze, and looked into the distance with a firm gaze.

He knew that the outcome of this battle not only affected the fate of the New Navy and pirates, but also the future of the entire world.

"The era of pirates must end."

He muttered to himself, gripping the hilt of the knife, a burning desire to fight in his heart.

......

On an island surrounded by storms, a life-and-death meeting is taking place in secret.

Dim candles were burning in the hall, the mottled battle flags on the wall were fluttering in the sea breeze, and the air was filled with the smell of blood and decay.

This is the most critical temporary command center of the Pirate Alliance, led by the remnants of the World Government, the remnants of the Big Mom Pirates and the leaders of the Egvitan Pirates gathered together. They must find a way to reverse the current precarious war situation.

"We can't go on like this!"

A roar exploded in the conference room, causing the map on the table to tremble slightly.

The one who spoke was the leader of the Aigvitan Pirates - Gran Aigvitan, a tall and burly man with deep scars all over his face. He slammed the huge battle axe in his hand on the table, his eyes full of anger and unwillingness.

"These bastards from the navy and new navy have already captured four of our strongholds!

If we don't fight back, they will eventually eat away at our power bit by bit!"

His voice echoed in the hall like thunder, and every pirate present could hear the anxiety and murderous intent in it.

On the other side, the leader of the remnants of the Big Mom Pirates, Perospero, licked his lips and showed a sinister smile:

"We haven't had this much trouble since Mom failed."

His candy wand tapped the ground lightly, making a crisp sound.

"But you don't have to panic, Glen.

We are not soft persimmons that can be bullied at will."

"A soft persimmon?"

Gran sneered, turned around and looked directly at Perospero.

"Then tell me, how do we fight back?

Now is not the time to be boastful!"

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became tense.

Indeed, although these pirates were once powerful characters who dominated the sea, they have gradually shown signs of defeat in the face of the joint crackdown by the new navy and the navy.

If no action is taken, the power they have worked so hard to build up will likely be completely destroyed in the next round of offensive.

A decision must be made—now!

Just when the anger of both sides was about to explode, a cold and majestic voice slowly sounded, sweeping across the hall like a gust of cold wind.

"It seems that you are still a mob."

Everyone fell silent instantly and looked towards the source of the sound.

He was a man in a black robe, sitting in the shadow of the conference table, tapping his fingers on the table, like a manipulator in control of everything.

His eyes were cold and there was a mocking smile on his face, as if he was looking down at a group of disorderly beasts.

“We are not here to argue about failure, but to find ways to win.”

The man stood up slowly, and glanced at all the pirates present, with disdain on his lips.

“You all shout to fight back, but what is your plan?

What can you do besides quarrelling?"

Perospero's face darkened. Of course he knew that this man was no ordinary pirate, but the most important strategist among the remnants of the World Government - Clivian. He used to be in charge of the strategic deployment of the World Government, and now he was helping the Pirate Alliance to plan for war behind the scenes.

Crivian continued:

“The combination of the new navy and the navy is indeed powerful, but they are not invulnerable.

We just need one thing—time.”

"time?"

Glen frowned.

"You mean... hold them back?"

"Yes."

Clivian nodded slowly, his eyes flashing dangerously coldly.

“They seem powerful, but they also have their limitations.

Although the new navy has the support of the remnants of the Whitebeard Pirates, their actions have not yet been fully integrated, and the navy itself may not be able to work in unison with the new navy. "

He paused and sneered:

“Also, don’t forget that there are still many forces in this world that are uneasy about their expansion.

We just need to create more chaos, delay their attack, and wait until other potential enemies surface. By then, the outcome will be unclear."

Perospero licked his lips, a cunning smile appeared at the corner of his mouth:

"That sounds reasonable. What should we do?"

Clivian slowly unfolded the sea chart on the table and pointed at several key locations:

"First, we must launch a sufficiently fierce attack in a place where they least expect it."

His finger slowly moved and landed on an area of ​​sea——"Route S-79."

“This route was one of the main supply routes for the new navy, and they transported supplies, weapons and warships from here.”

Clivian's eyes turned cold.

"If we can ambush here and destroy their supply convoy, there will be a brief chaos on their front line."

Perospero's eyes lit up:

"and then?"

Crivian continued:

"At the same time, we have to inflict a greater psychological shock on them."

His fingertips passed over another area.

"We will create the illusion that a high-ranking naval official has been assassinated, causing greater suspicion within their ranks."

Gran's eyes flickered slightly:

"You mean... create chaos?"

"Yes."

The corners of Clivian's mouth curled up in a cold arc.

“What we need to do is not to confront them head-on, but to allow them to create cracks themselves.

While they try to control the chaos, we will launch a full-scale counterattack."

Perospero laughed, with a dangerous gleam in his eyes:

"It sounds like a real war."

Gran grinned, put his palm on the battle axe, and his tone was full of ferocious murderous intent:

"Very good... let's fight then."

The storm is coming, and the sharp blade in the darkness has been unsheathed.

This war is far from over, and this ocean will also usher in the bloodiest battle.

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