In the frontline battle, despite the New Navy soldiers' best efforts, the pirates' frenzied attacks continued to push them back. The fierce fighting on both sides of the boarding bridges showed no signs of easing, but instead became even more brutal.
Even more worrying, some of the transport ships' defenses had begun to collapse, allowing the pirates to pour more troops into the battle.
"Damn it!"
A New Navy lieutenant gripped his sword hilt tightly, his face a mixture of sweat and blood, as if merging with the seawater.
His eyes were bloodshot, and several soldiers beside him had already fallen. Blood and seawater mingled on the deck, leaving terrifying marks.
The enemy's frantic offensive had torn through their defenses, but he still gritted his teeth, standing his ground, and refusing to retreat.
Just then, a familiar voice rang out:
"Everyone, hold them back!"
Whitebeard's voice echoed in their ears, carrying a powerful aura as he led the New Navy's elite troops towards the pirates' ranks.
Thanks to the Door-Door Fruit, they could arrive wherever support was needed at any time.
He strode out of the ship, wielding the massive wooden staff that symbolized his authority, his momentum like a rainbow, almost swallowing all the light around him.
The elite soldiers following behind him kept close, quickly boosting their combat power.
"Cut off their attack routes!"
With Whitebeard's command, he swung his staff like a giant windmill, sending the surrounding pirates flying, the air filled with deafening sonic booms.
At that moment, the New Navy soldiers' morale soared.
Although they were still faced with the pirates' violent attacks, they knew in their hearts that with Whitebeard's command and leadership, they had nothing to fear in this life-or-death battle.
However, the pirates' counterattack was still ferocious.
The ship shook, and the sounds of clashing swords echoed everywhere.
The New Navy soldiers gradually felt the pressure. Although they fought back valiantly, each enemy assault seemed to test their limits.
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As time passed, the conflict between the two sides intensified, and the exploding shells, the rain of swords, and the gunfire turned this sea area into a living hell.
The pirates' roars and the New Navy's shouts intertwined, as if foreshadowing that there was no end to this bloody battle.
Jin An coldly watched the development of the battle, silently calculating the direction of each link.
"There are no cowards afraid of death in the New Navy. Everyone, follow me and kill these pirates!"
The transport ship's highest-ranking officer's voice cut through the chaotic battlefield like a deafening war drum, stirring up the blood in the chests of every New Navy soldier.
His eyes flashed with fierce light, and his whole body was filled with a fearless aura.
He didn't stand on the command ship giving orders, but instead led the charge to the front lines.
He wielded his sharp military sword like the wind, the blade slicing through the air, leaving a sharp whistling sound.
"Kill!"
With his order, roars converged into a powerful force, and the soldiers of the entire fleet surged towards the pirates' positions like a tide.
The New Navy soldiers' eyes were firm, their steps steady, and none retreated, just as their commander had said—there were no cowards afraid of death.
At this moment, the pirates' laughter and shouts became even more ear-piercing, and the chaos of the boarding battle intensified.
The sound of swords clashing on the deck was like thunder, and the air was filled with the smell of blood and gunpowder.
The seawater was stained red with blood, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze.
The highest-ranking officer took the lead, his blade flashing with cold light as he slashed fiercely at a pirate who charged up.
The pirate didn't even have time to react before the blade pierced his abdomen. Blood spurted out, and the pirate's body instantly twisted and fell under the blade.
The highest-ranking officer's face didn't show a trace of emotion, as if this was just a routine task.
He looked around, his eyes as sharp as knives:
"Keep killing!"
"Charge!"
The New Navy soldiers behind him shouted slogans and joined the battle even more frantically.
A young soldier stared blankly at the sword in his hand, seemingly unable to adapt to the bloody scene for a moment.
However, when his teammate rushed over and killed a pirate who was trying to pounce on him, his eyes became much firmer.
The soldier took a deep breath, clenched his sword hilt, and charged towards the pirate in front of him.
"Take this!"
A pirate rushed over with a large knife, aiming directly at the highest-ranking officer.
The highest-ranking officer's eyes flashed slightly, his steps retreated slightly, and he deftly avoided the pirate's fierce attack.
He looked down as the blade brushed past his eyes, then backhanded with a knife, the blade flashing, directly cutting open the pirate's chest, blood spurting out like a fountain.
A gust of bloody wind rushed towards him, and the highest-ranking officer's blade was stained with blood, but he didn't stop at all.
The fighting around him became more intense, and every slash and every shot was directly related to life and death.
"Give me more firepower!"
The highest-ranking officer commanded the nearby gunners while wielding the military sword in his hand, continuously killing the approaching enemies.
The battle was not only a contest of strength but also a contest of mind and endurance.
The pace of the battle was getting faster and faster, and the pirates' violent impact put the New Navy's defense line on the verge of collapse at all times.
However, the highest-ranking officer's figure was always like a fearless wall, blocking the front, not allowing anyone to cross it easily.
"Kill them all!"
A New Navy soldier was cornered from behind by the enemy, unable to breathe, and turned around to be hit in the chest by a pirate's knife, his eyes going black.
But just as he was about to fall, another comrade reached out and supported him. The soldier forcibly endured the pain, immediately got up from the ground, and used his last bit of strength to desperately fight back against the approaching enemy.
"The battle doesn't end here!"
The highest-ranking officer forcefully swung his sword and cut off a pirate's slash, then coldly glared at the New Navy soldiers behind him,
"If you want to live, you must constantly surpass yourselves!"
This sentence seemed to ignite the soldiers' fighting spirit.
Even in the most terrifying killing field, they never took a step back.
Everyone's eyes flashed with steely determination.
Even if their bodies were covered in wounds and they coughed up blood, they still stood in place, constantly raising the weapons in their hands to meet the enemy's raging waves.
In this sea area full of gunpowder and blood, death wandered in every corner.
With every collision of swords, the distance between life and death became increasingly blurred.
However, every New Navy soldier knew—only by persevering could they achieve final victory.
Just as the highest-ranking officer continued to lead his troops in heroic combat, Whitebeard's figure appeared from a distance. He wielded the massive naginata that symbolized his strength, leading a team of elite warriors to quickly join the battle.
Seeing the reinforcements brought by Whitebeard, the New Navy soldiers immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and their morale soared instantly.
"Whitebeard is here!"
A soldier shouted excitedly. He looked up and saw Whitebeard's wooden staff slamming into the head of a pirate, sending the pirate flying out like a straw doll.
The New Navy's ranks began to exude even stronger combat power, and the pirates gradually felt that the pressure they faced was increasing.
The joint efforts of the highest-ranking officer and Whitebeard suddenly brought hope to this battle that should have been a dead end.
However, despite this, the pirates' frenzied offensive still didn't stop. They swung their weapons even more unscrupulously, charging murderously towards the New Navy's ranks. The collision of flesh and steel was merciless.
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