Pirate Field Marshal

"Old Gray, how many prisoners are there in this Blood Moon Purgatory this year?"

Luo Ning looked at the embarrassed Hawkeye in front of him and asked the prison elder Gray beside him.

"Prisoner of the Year"

Old Gray closed his eyes and gave Luoning a vague answer after a long time.

"This year, there are estimated to be more than 500 prisoners at the bottom of this large prison."

“I just don’t know how many people will be left after this year’s reincarnation passes.”

Old Gray looked at Hawkeye in front of him, a smile that Luo Ning couldn't praise appeared on his wrinkled face.

"That guy, I think, should be able to live to the end and survive the one-year cycle of blood moon purgatory at the bottom of this big prison."

"Marshal, at that time, I, the warden, will have to select five people first."

Old Gray squinted his eyes slightly, looked at Hawkeye, who was always in danger, and then looked at Luoning, who was beside him, his face gradually becoming more and more ugly, as if he had thought of something.

"Well, let's leave that to the marshal."

"After all, I'm not greedy."

Old Gray nodded, seemingly very satisfied with his assignment.

“Not greedy”

After hearing Old Gray's words, the corners of Luoning's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

This is not greedy. You must know that this is the blood moon purgatory at the bottom of the Army Headquarters Prison.

Here, even if there are five hundred prisoners, no one knows how many people will be left after a year.

Luo Ning estimated that in a year's time, the number of inmates in the Blood Moon Purgatory at the bottom of this large prison would not exceed twenty.

Even the number twenty was arrived at by Luo Ning after he slightly overestimated it.

And Old Gray actually directly said that he wanted to take up five places.

Well, it's really "not greedy"

On the other hand, Hawkeye was extremely anxious.

He didn't know why he ended up in this weird place as soon as he woke up.

Hundreds of times the pressure, the annoying depression, the pitiful lack of oxygen in the air, the conspicuous blood moon and the blood-stained monster that came from nowhere.

What frightened Hawkeye the most was that these monsters seemed endless. They couldn't feel tiredness, pain, or any sense. They just rushed towards him crazily, opening their bloody mouths and roaring continuously.

{} However, the person sitting here at this moment is not Luo Ning, but the professionals he hired who specialize in handling government affairs.

Naturally, they only have the right to process, not the right to implement.

If it is to be implemented, Luo Ning's consent is needed.

However, since having these professionals, Luo Ning's daily work has become quite easy.

Every day, he only needs to take a look at the government affairs that have been handled and stamp them with the marshal's seal to prove his identity.

In fact, Luo Ning does not need to do this at this time. After all, almost all the people in the army at this moment belong to his die-hard faction, and there are no other forces.

As long as he says something, he can easily implement it in the army.

Even if he wants to be the enemy of the whole world at this time, the entire army will support him unconditionally.

In the hearts of everyone in the army, Field Marshal Luoning's behavior is justice.

Today is already the seventh day of Hawkeye's imprisonment, which is exactly one week.

Within this week, both the four seas, which are called the weakest, and the new world, which is called the second half of the great route, all know the news.

Suddenly, the sea fell into a boil.

"The world's greatest swordsman, Hawkeye, was imprisoned by the Army of the World Government"

"The position of the world's greatest swordsman has changed hands, and it is held by Field Marshal Luo Ning under the command of the World Government."

"The army under the command of the world government is extremely powerful and has a very profound foundation. It is not much weaker than the navy."

Almost all the news is related to the world government