I Don’t Want to Be a General, I Choose Buddhism

"You are right, I will continue to strengthen this aspect in the future." Dorag said.

"Too much is not enough, as long as they can understand the priorities and focus on the organization..."

Ion briefly mentioned that he didn't get too involved in this kind of management that should be the responsibility of the leader, and then he said instead.

"In the past two years, the comrades of the revolutionary army have generally begun to disperse to various places in the sea, and they have tried their best to develop on the premise of keeping them hidden. This is not a problem."

"But the problem is that after the revolutionary army personnel are dispersed in this way, it is inevitable that there will be insufficient strength everywhere, and some even lack the ability to resist pirates."

Dorag nodded and said.

"Well, the situation of insufficient personnel and insufficient combat power does exist. When the slaves in the secret port in the red earth continent gradually get rid of the psychological shadow of the past, and the corresponding training is carried out, the situation will soon improve."

Ion heard the words, squinted for a moment, and then said.

"This is still not enough, it is too scattered. If you want to speed up development, you must form a core in each region, and form a specific network of comrades scattered in each region to diverge."

"Core?" Dorag asked. "Will this be too eye-catching and attract the attention of world governments in advance."

Ion smiled and said. "Dorag, what privileges the world government franchise enjoy, forget it?"

"What do you mean? Do you work on the countries that join the world government?" Dorag asked in shock.

"Darkness under the lamp is the easiest thing to hide the tricks."

Ion spoke slowly, pulled a map from the side, circled several places on it, and said.

"While I have six or seven months left, let's take a trip together."

"good!"

Dorag nodded, suddenly realizing something, and asked. "Six or seven months? What's wrong?"

The corner of Ion's mouth hidden behind the mask couldn't help but cocked slightly, and then said. "Nothing, you will know later."

Dorrag stared at Ion with an inquiring gaze, and said.

"Chief of Staff, I always feel that your attitude is much more positive now than before. If it were before, you would definitely not run around by yourself."

Ion shrugged, did not speak, but pointed directly to a place on the map in front of him and said. "This is the closest to us, I went here first."

Dorag took a look and said.

"Here? This is not a world government franchise country. If I remember correctly, it should be a gathering place for pirates who don't care."

"It just so happens that this place is special, a place that is more suitable as a core than the countries of the world government and is quite secret..."

After a pause, Ion said. "Of course, not on the sea, but above it."

…

A month later, a Revolutionary Army ship disguised as a merchant ship docked in the town of Magic Valley on Gaya Island.

It can be said that among the pirate ships on the coast, the merchant ships appear to be particularly eye-catching, and they immediately attract the attention of a large number of pirates.

"Hey, look over there, it seems to be a big fat sheep."

"Idiot, do ordinary merchant ships dare to approach here? Wait and see first."

"Quack, don't worry, let the others test if this is a lost lamb."

…

In the low-pitched discussions of these pirates, as four people wearing gray cloaks who couldn't see their faces landed on Demon Valley Town, most of the pirates suppressed their greed.

Without it, the "shemale king" Ivankov, who is about four and a half meters tall, and the "tyrant" Basolomi Bear, who is nearly seven meters tall, are self-evident for ordinary pirates.

And facing the fierce gazes of those pirates, Ion, who was walking in the forefront side by side with Dorag, didn't have the slightest tension.

After all, Ion's physique was weak compared to the monsters in the new world, but at least he was not weaker than the pirates in front of him.

What's more, Ion is still protected by Dorag, Ivankov, and the bear.

So Ion looked at the surrounding environment and the pirates as if strolling around, while discussing to Dorag in a low voice.

"The pirates stranded here will still have to clean up at that time, otherwise these idle sea residues may be exposed when the organization is exposed."

"Yeah." Dorag nodded in approval.

Ion thought for a while and suggested.

"Well, let’s set up a pirate hunting center here. Let’s keep a secret. When the navy detects that something is wrong, it will list it as a bounty hunter and kill all the pirates who pass through Gaya Island. They should be caught. Catch."

After a pause, Ion did not forget to add. "After all, the navy can't handle the peace of the sea on its own. It's a little bit that it can share. When that happens, remember to receive a reward, which can be regarded as a financial income."

"Yes, these pirate bounties hardly exceed 100 million yuan, and their strength is only average. We should prepare for a few years in advance, and then camouflage the illusion of pecking each other when fighting, and the possibility of attracting the attention of the world government and the navy. Very small," Dorag replied.

While many pirates were watching these four uninvited guests, Ion and Dorag discussed in a low voice, and they had already made a brief circle around Demon Valley Town, and even the plan to transform Demon Valley Town afterwards. All are initially settled.

Immediately afterwards, when Dorag and Ion walked to the central area of ​​Demon Valley Town, Dorag stopped in front of a tavern and said.

"Chief of Staff, go in for a drink? Speaking of which, I haven't had a drink with you yet."

Listening to this suggestion, Ion resisted almost subconsciously.

Still drinking?

Ion drank twice in his life. After one drink, he lay down with Kuzan and almost worshipped his hand. After one drink, he had two more wives and two unborn children.

After drinking it, Ion didn’t know how outrageous things could happen, and Dorag...

Thinking of this, Ion got goose bumps, and refused without hesitation.

"No, I was drunk by your old man last time, and then I got drunk severely."

Dorag looked at Ion's extremely resisting appearance, and couldn't force it for a while, so he had to say.

"But the tavern is the place where the intelligence is the most concentrated, so go in and find out when the'rising ocean current' you said will erupt next time."

"Um."

As Dorag entered the tavern for the first time, Ion immediately smelled a strange odor from the muddy air, which seemed to be a mixture of alcohol, sweat and sour odors.