From the Navy Admiral to the Gotei 13

Doflamingo stroked his chin, looking at the Desert Storm that was gradually being eroded by the storm. A wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and he said, "Hey, you bastard crocodile, are you done? Are you being suppressed in your own territory?"

Crocodile was wearing a black suit and an expensive fur coat, with a cigar in the corner of his mouth. A little yellow sand was scattered around him and swirled around him.

He gave Doflamingo an unpleasant look but didn't say anything.

Jinbei, standing nearby, seemed genuinely overwhelmed by the Alabasta climate. He was wrapped up so tightly that not a single ounce of blue showed through. He was drinking from a giant water bag. After a burp, Jinbei spoke up, "I don't doubt it. That Dragon of the Song Army must be the user of the Storm Fruit. He's the one wrestling with Crocodile right now, right?" Hancock, holding a parasol, urged impatiently, "Crocodile, are you ready for this?" "Shut up!" Crocodile said angrily.

Men are afraid of being told no, especially when it is said by Hancock, the most beautiful woman in the world.

Even if there was no such meaning, Crocodile had no intention of gaining the favor of Hancock, this arrogant woman.

But it just sounds unpleasant.

He exhaled a puff of smoke suddenly, then took the cigar from the corner of his mouth. The next moment, the cigar had been eroded by the power of the Sand-Sand Fruit and broke into pieces directly in Crocodile's hand.

"I was just saying hello just now. Don't underestimate me, and don't underestimate the desert..." Crocodile snorted coldly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Crocodile raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The next second, an invisible energy seemed to be transmitted from his feet.

Doflamingo also raised his eyebrows in surprise. Everyone present was a master, and they could probably feel something. It seemed that Crocodile was connected with this vast desert?

"Go ahead, devour it..." Crocodile whispered softly.

The next second, everyone's eyes turned to Alabasta in the distance. The desert storm was still suppressed by the storm controlled by Dragon, and it even began to dissipate faintly.

But soon, the desertified ground around Albana began to change. In the direction of the rebels coming from the south, the desert seemed to come alive. The yellow sand began to roll and migrate, and sand dunes rose and fell. Soon, the oasis woodland near the Albana city wall was quickly covered by the yellow sand.

Then, the thick layer of sand began to hit the city wall, but it did not have any erosive power, and the magnificent city walls of Albana quickly kept the yellow sand out.

But then, the situation began to change.

Yellow sand began to accumulate at the foot of the city wall, slowly rising in height. The rain continued to wet the yellow sand, making the originally soft sand layer thicker and firmer.

If viewed from a distance, it looks like there is a gentle slope between the vast desert and the tall walls of Albania.

And this gentle slope is still rising, as if it is about to cross the city wall of Albania and submerge this thousand-year-old capital!

"What is this?" Mihawk asked with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

He seemed to have realized what Crocodile was doing.

"The contest of abilities with Dorag, whether we win or lose, is meaningless. Our goal is to let the rebels attack Albana, thereby forcing out the Song Army hidden in it and convicting the Nefertari clan. Therefore, whether it was the previous desert storm or the current devouring, they are just me helping the rebels a little bit..." Crocodile said with a slightly arrogant tone.

It seems that he is very disdainful of these "companions" around him who only know how to fight and kill.

As Crocodile's abilities continued to surge, the rebels advanced rapidly towards Albana.

When the first vanguard of the rebels arrived in Albania, the yellow sand of Crocodile had already connected with the top of the city wall.

The rebel general, numbering 700, took one look at the towering gentle slope with a look of disbelief in his eyes. But soon, he drew his crescent-shaped scimitar, mounted his camel, and roared, "The God of the Desert is protecting us. Let us drown the so-called hawks and jackals of Nana Firutali. This land does not belong to greedy tyrants. Charge with me!!!"

Although they were called rebels, in fact, the reason these people rebelled was because they were "forced to live unsustainably by Nefertari". There was no rain, farmland and oases were constantly disappearing, and there were more complicated taxes. So these people had no choice but to take up arms and prepare to overthrow these bastards who oppressed and ruled them.

Of course, in reality, Cobra didn't do any of these fancy things. It was just Crocodile and some nobles who were trying to throw dirty water on Nefertari.

In short, in the eyes of these people in Albana, they were rebels.

But from the rebels' own perspective, they were just revolting.

Often at times like this, these guys who started from the grassroots have more ideals and a stronger sense of sacrifice.

For example, this rebel general shouted "Charge with me" instead of "Go!"

As his roar fell, his figure was indeed the first, riding a camel, charging along the slope of yellow sand towards the top of Albana's huge city wall.

Following him, countless rebels were inspired, and they all drew their scimitars, picked up their sticks, raised stones, and roared as they charged towards the capital of Alabasta!!!

"This crazy wave is enough to destroy the entire Alabasta, but the Song Army, which is supposed to share the same ideals with them, is now standing on the side of the king. It's such an ironic reality, fufufufufufu..." Doflamingo said with an evil smile.

Crocodile smiled rarely this time and said, "The first step the people from the Song Army took when they arrived in Alabasta was to contact the rebels. It's just that I have been guarding against this move of theirs. So it's not that they don't want to cooperate with the rebels, but they have no choice. As long as they still want to make a difference in Alabasta, they can only choose Nefertari, because I only left them this little wiggle room."

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Chapter 368: A tragic song of blood and fire, a siege by a million-strong army!

Blood and fire mixed in the rain, the cannons on the walls of Albana roared, and every falling shell would take away several lives.

The rebels, fearlessly charging towards Albana, wave after wave.

Soon, the rebel general who launched the roaring charge was the first to climb the city wall under the artillery fire.

Coming towards them were the kingdom's warriors, clad in armor, holding spears, and equipped with far more elite weapons than the rebels.

"Hah!!!" the warrior roared and thrust out with the spear in his hand.

The brave rebel general was unable to maintain his good luck. He was immediately pierced through the chest by the spear, and blood gushed out.

But his tenacious will seemed to support him. He held the spear and chopped down with the scimitar in his hand, splitting the breastplate of the Kingdom Army soldier with one blow. However, his strength was exhausted and it didn't really have any effect.

His body was thrown out with the spear and rolled down the sand slope.

The next second, the soldiers of the Kingdom Army drew their swords and rushed towards the other rebel. Then, they soon turned into corpses as well, rolling down the sand slope.

With the top of the city wall as the boundary, the 600,000-strong kingdom and millions of rebels engaged in fierce hand-to-hand combat. Almost every moment, a large number of soldiers died, no matter whether they were rebels or the kingdom army. At this moment, the god of death would never favor anyone.

Members of the Nefertari clan's guard were already fighting bloody battles alongside the kingdom's army.

Jackal Warrior. With a single blow of his machete, Jaka chopped off the head of a rebel. Braving the rain, he charged several times, killing the rebels on the city wall.

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, and then looked towards the distant city wall. Millions of rebels were gradually spreading out. Not all of them were charging towards this place. More people were already moving left and right, surrounding Albana.

"These damn bastards, Your Majesty has never done anything wrong to them!" Gaka roared.

"It must be the poor bastard who was deceived without knowing it!" Bell said as he walked over from not far away, holding a scimitar.

In fact, most of the so-called 'leaders' among the rebels were actually Crocodile's men.

How could they possibly try to understand the truth?

The ordinary rebels below did not have such great abilities. The information they received was about the tyranny of the Nefertari clan, their abuse of dancing powder, which led to a severe drought across the country, and the miscellaneous heavy taxes levied by the nobles. Could it be that these really had nothing to do with the Nefertari clan?

As the king of a country, if something like this happens, he cannot escape blame even if he didn't do it.

So this kind of war is a very normal trend.

"How's the situation over there?" Gaka asked Bale.

"Not very good. Although we repelled the offensive, it was obviously a tentative attack." Bell shook his head.

Jaka wiped the rain from his face and frowned, saying, "There's more fighting to do. How could a battlefield involving nearly two million people be over in just a day or two?"

After a brief pause, Gaka asked again, "Where are the people from the Songming Army? Didn't that Dorag tell His Majesty that there would be a group of troops to support us?"

"Who knows? At least I haven't seen it now. Those Geming soldiers are not trustworthy at all. In the end, we still have to rely on ourselves!" Bell shook his head.

Before Gaka could say anything else, the rebels under the city wall blew the charge horn again.

"We have to find a way to destroy this damn sand slope. This must be the work of that bastard Crocodile!" Gaka cursed angrily.

If there were no such sand slopes, the rebels would have been unable to charge the city walls on camels. Wouldn't that be courting death? They would have simply crashed into the walls and died.

But now, these sand slopes have forcibly opened up a direct path for them to the top of the city wall, directly disrupting the combat deployment of the kingdom's army.

It should have been a battle where they could wait for the enemy to tire themselves out and unleash their might on the city walls with artillery fire, bullets, bows and arrows, and javelins.

As a result, the battle turned into a hand-to-hand fight for the front line.

If they keep fighting like this, it won't work. Even if they are better equipped, the gap in numbers is too big. The rebels can rotate into two waves and launch fierce attacks day and night. How long can they hold out under such a fierce attack without sleep?

one day? Or two days?

A new round of fierce fighting begins again.

A general of the Kingdom Army, with white hair, raised his hand and killed a rebel general with a sword, then roared, "Prepare the kerosene!"

"General, it's raining!" a member of the Kingdom Army couldn't help but remind him.

"Idiot, it's because it's raining that kerosene is more powerful. Didn't you expect that? I'm just waiting for the rain to gather into a stream!" The white-haired general cursed.

Soon, a large amount of kerosene was poured out and flowed directly down the sand slope along the water flow.

A torch directly ignited the kerosene, and then, surprisingly, in the rain and above the water flow, the kerosene actually burned and became more fluid.

Kerosene floats on the water surface. This sudden tactic was beyond the rebels' expectations.

Who the hell could have thought that it was raining and the ground was full of water, but these guys actually used fire attack?

In just a few moments, the entire sand slope was set on fire by kerosene.

But it is obvious that although the fluidity is stronger, the destructive power and lethality are somewhat reduced due to the erosion of rain.

But all in all, the burning of kerosene eventually interrupted the rebels' second wave of offensive.

"I knew it! Hahaha!" the white-haired general laughed.

Before he could finish his words, a huge rock suddenly fell from the sky and hit him on the spot. With a snap, his whole body was smashed into pieces. Half of his arm rolled in the air and rolled down the sand slope.

"Catapult!?" another general roared.

In front of the rebel camp, several tall catapults had been set up.

Although they could not afford more brutal weapons like artillery, the rebels could still afford relatively cheap siege weapons like catapults.

"Artillery ready, artillery ready! Blow up those damn catapults!" A general of the artillery team roared while holding a Den Den Mushi.

The cannons arranged on the city walls also turned their muzzle angles, and soon, a large number of shells began to explode in the catapult camp.

After a while, several catapults were blown down.

During this period, the catapults continued to throw huge stones into the walls of Albania.

This war seemed to have become extremely dangerous from the very beginning.

At the foot of the city wall, in the rebel camp, a young general wiped the rain from his face. He looked at the fierce battle ahead and waved, "Gerudo, lead a group of men and charge again. We must buy enough time. We need to build a camp at the foot of the city wall! Only then can we quickly bring in supplies and soldiers to join this final battle!"

"Yes, Kosa!" The strong man named Gerudo responded, then picked up his mace and led his men to the front line without looking back.

Kosha, one of the leaders of the rebels, is one of the rare people who was not bribed and controlled by Crocodile.

When he was very young, he participated in the construction of Yuba, and he also watched the oasis city he built with his own hands wither away. He was a good childhood playmate of Princess Vivi of the Nefertari clan.

And now, Kosha is eager to destroy the royal city of the Nefertari clan!

At the same time, on the top floor of the Oasis Hotel, Diarmait was holding a cigar in his mouth, watching the rain gradually subsiding outside the window and the fierce battle on the city wall, his heart filled with emotion.

As a naval admiral, he also climbed up step by step from the bottom. He has experienced countless wars, big and small, and has participated in many naval battles involving tens of thousands of people.