Blowing up the ships to stop the bombardment had the same underlying logic as "if you can't solve the problem, solve the person who raised it." [Certain]
As the order was issued, the Marines searching for enemies throughout the massive ship decisively abandoned their tasks and ran toward the nearest vessels, preparing to evacuate.
"You really left me with a difficult problem, Ron."
Kizaru pursed his lips and complained in a lecherous tone, "Such a huge ship, and you just want to blow it up!"
"There was no other choice... I assume you noticed it too, Admiral Kizaru."
While arranging for the soldiers to board the ships and withdraw, Dorte turned back and spoke gravely.
"Of course. I'm not stupid."
Kizaru shrugged and smiled faintly.
"The fact that he had time to call us means the danger on his end has already been dealt with... but the fact that he hasn't shown himself means..."
"His injuries are severe!"
Otherwise, for something as important as stopping the bombardment, Ron would have come personally no matter what.
His opponent had been the Lone Red, after all. The fact that he could still issue orders so forcefully was already proof of his inhuman strength.
"I'll be leaving first, Admiral Kizaru, Vice Admiral Momonga."
Dorte leaped into the air and landed on the deck of the Kirin. "If I'm not mistaken, he needs support right now... Such a situation is quite rare."
At the thought of Ron, who always acted as though he alone ruled heaven and earth, pitifully waiting for reinforcements on the battlefield, Kizaru and Momonga exchanged a glance. Unable to hold it in, the corners of their mouths rose at the same time.
"Pfft!"
"Vice Admiral, all soldiers have boarded. Please give your orders!"
Not long after, a messenger hurried over