With a whistle from his pursed lips, the man raised his hand and forcefully hurled the empty beer can towards the sea.
"Another one!" He extended his hand, and immediately a navy member tossed a beer can over to him. He unceremoniously caught it, opened the beer again, and raised it high, shouting loudly, "This one is for beating Barton and those bastards of the Northwest Army, becoming the first legion of F Country! The first legion, the Blood Shark Legion!"
This statement instantly resonated strongly with everyone.
What's so great about those guys in the Northwest, why are they the first? The Blood Shark Legion is the genuine number one.
The sea is so harsh, the wind, and the sun...
General Yuri's pupils contracted as he heard this, finally understanding the other party's intention.
He opened his mouth to stop it, but the man was already brandishing his beer can in mid-air with a high shout.
"Blood Shark, number one!"
