The underwater volcano finally stopped in the tenth hour after erupting.
The magma flowing down from the holy land had completely stopped its forward expansion after engulfing nearly 400 kilometers of town ruins.
Fitzgeral stood in front of the melted ruins of the building, holding a Den Den Mushi in his hand, and his mood at the moment was mixed.
There was no way. He had just witnessed with his own eyes many slaves who were unable to move freely due to injuries being completely swallowed up in the magma, slowly melting with screams, and then turned into nothingness.
To be honest, even as a reporter, this was the first time he had seen such a brutal battlefield as today's.
Involuntarily, the word "war" gradually made him feel disgusted from the bottom of his heart.
"The reporters in my newspaper are looking forward to more wars at sea every day so that they can provide materials for their editors to report... Are these guys really qualified to be reporters?"
He muttered to himself.
The next moment, Gordon on the other end of the Den Den Mushi said, "Okay, is it my turn now?"
He took the initiative to propose to film the battle between Akainu and Whitebeard, and the other reporters naturally did not express any objection.
After all, although they also wanted to witness the duel between the strongest men in the world with their own eyes, the battle between the two guys was so fierce that they had already seen it clearly through live broadcast nearly three years ago.
Precisely because of this, adhering to the principle that the most dangerous battlefield scenes should be visited by the most experienced journalists, the rest of the people who did not want to lose their lives naturally gave this "good job" to Gordon, who went alone to take close-up photos.
"Okay, Senior Gordon, please go ahead!"
All reporters found a safe location, took out paper and pen, and got ready.
"cough!"
However, Gordon coughed and said, "Sorry, I lost him."
Reporters:
"What?"
"Senior Gordon, please don't make such a joke!"
"That's right, Senior Gordon, do you want to keep this news to yourself?"
"Senior Gordon is too cunning!"
Which of these reporters on the call is not a loyal fan of "Thunder Swordsman Biography" magazine
In their opinion, there are so many dangerous and hard-to-capture shots in the magazine, and Gordon is able to shoot them accurately and clearly, so how could he lose him this time
"But...I didn't lie to you, I really lost him!"
Even though no one else could see it, Gordon couldn't help but reveal an expression that looked like he wanted to cry but couldn't.
He had no intention of keeping the news to himself, and the fact was just as he said, after finally arriving at the battlefield of Whitebeard's side, he was knocked to the ground by a sudden earthquake.
Then, a series of extremely fiery lava fists smashed the environment around him to pieces. He finally escaped from the center of the battlefield, but was then knocked back hundreds of meters by the aftermath of a flying slash, hitting a big tree heavily and then fainted completely.
When he woke up, four or five hours had passed since the battle, and Akainu and Whitebeard had disappeared, which was naturally normal.
"So, I called here to ask if you have seen those two guys, Whitebeard and Akainu." Gordon said helplessly.
The others blinked their eyes when they heard this, and then replied on Den Den Mushi:
“I didn’t see…”
“I don’t see it here either.”
"Could it be that the battle reached the other end of the Red Earth Continent?" someone speculated at this time.
When Gordon heard this, he thought it was very possible.
After all, for the world's top strong men like Whitebeard and Akainu, walking in the air is naturally a very easy thing. Therefore, passing through the town in front of them and going to the other side of the Red Earth Continent is the most likely explanation at present no matter how you look at it.
"So what should we do now?"
Not to mention that there is lava behind the town. Even if there is no lava, with all the elevators damaged, it would be impossible for a mere Gordon to climb to the Red Earth Continent.
Just as he was walking back and forth, feeling extremely annoyed that he could not record this war, suddenly, under the bright starry sky, a helicopter that was very familiar to him suddenly appeared and flew quickly towards the front.
Gordon's eyes widened when he saw this. He didn't care what the reporters on the Den Den Mushi were saying and ran after him.
While chasing, he waved and shouted: "Vivian!"
"Wait for me, Vivian!"
"Take me up with you!"
“Hey~~~~!”
The other side.
"Everyone, sit tight. If we find any injured people later, I will let you go and you will be responsible for the surgery and rescue at the scene."
Vivian, who was sitting in the driver's seat, held a smoking cigar in his mouth, and added, "It's a shame to say that I can't spend too much energy treating the wounded. After all, on this battlefield, emergencies may occur at any time..."
"No need to explain, we all understand."
Led by the old military doctor, all the revolutionary army doctors nodded in understanding.
Cotto, who was sitting on the side wearing a respirator and with a slightly red face, said, "You opened this iron sheet, aren't you afraid that the navy will recognize your identity?"
"It has come to this point, what else is there to be afraid of?"
Vivian couldn't help laughing.
"Besides, I've been 'disappearing' for so long. Seeing that I haven't appeared on the battlefield, those guys from the World Government must have started to suspect me a long time ago."
As he spoke, with the help of his perspective skills, he glanced at the dying wounded below, and then he maneuvered the plane to stop on the spot, and then ordered the military doctors on the plane to provide treatment to every wounded on the battlefield.
Yes, that's right.
Every wounded person.
This naturally includes the navy.
A group of revolutionary army doctors and nurses carried the blood-covered wounded on stretchers to the helicopter.
Without any hesitation.
No complaints.
Similarly, the sailors who were carried on stretchers also looked at the ragged revolutionary army doctors with a blurred vision, and their hearts became extremely complicated for a moment.
"You...you guys...cough..."
"Don't get me wrong."
The old military doctor replied without even turning his head: "In the eyes of doctors, there are no enemies, only wounded soldiers. You have killed so many of our members. When the war is over, our revolutionary army will seek justice from you."
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