Pirates: The biggest scum in naval history

Two days later.

Naval Headquarters, Marinevando.

A large and dense crowd gathered on the huge oval military port.

Looking at the crowds, hundreds of civilians stared expectantly at the sea, holding flowers and balloons in their hands and looking around.

In addition to civilians, there are also journalists from major news organizations and newspapers around the world, waiting eagerly with long guns and short cannons in hand.

Navy soldiers in military uniforms formed a serious queue and worked hard to maintain order at the scene.

When will the warship come back?

It should be almost done...

This is really a great victory...

Annihilated the invincible fleet of the legendary pirate Golden Lion Shiji...

“It’s so exciting!!”

Big news!! Big news!!

The civilians and reporters were very excited. After learning the news that the warship was about to return, they rushed to the military port in Marineland early and prepared for such a grand welcome ceremony.

Behind the crowd.

Old man Kong, is this too exaggerated...

Zefa, who was holding a cigar in his mouth, looked at the crowd and reporters rushing forward, and looked helplessly at Cyborg Kong, who was holding his arms on his chest.

The annihilation of the Golden Lion's flying fleet was indeed an out-and-out victory... but the scene was a bit too exaggerated.

Forget about the civilians who came to welcome and celebrate, but with so many press staff present, is it too exaggerated?

No need to think about it, this is definitely the handiwork of Mr. Kong.

Otherwise, given the Navy's level of confidentiality, it would be impossible for these reporters and the public to know the specific time for the warship's return.

Hearing Zefa's words, Cyborg Kong chuckled and said:

Zefa, our navy hasn't had such a great victory for a long time, so it's not a bad thing to publicize it.

Zefa seemed to have thought of something when he heard this and was silent for a moment.

In the face of evil pirates, the Navy achieved such an outstanding record only in the Battle of the Valley of the Gods nine years ago.

That was the heroic battle that made Garp famous.

But in fact, as a former naval admiral, Zefa, although he did not directly participate in the war that year, he was more or less aware of the clues.

Even to this day, as a former comrade, Zefa personally asked Garp about the details of the Valley of the Gods battle, but the latter was vague and reluctant to mention it.

If that battle was really a glorious battle for guardianship, with Garp's character... could he resist bragging to himself?

But the fact is that in the end, all traces of the victory battle that the Navy was supposed to publicize had been erased and cleared away.

Even Zefa, a former navy admiral, is not qualified to access the files on the Valley of the Gods.

In this way, Zefa naturally realized something more or less.

As if he noticed something strange about Zefa, Cyborg Kong patted his shoulder and changed the subject:

How about it, are you proud?

Darren is a student you trained.

Zefa was stunned, quickly came to his senses, and said with a smile:

That brat never disappoints...

As he spoke, he saw that there were many well-dressed young women and young girls among the onlookers. Their eyes turned into the shape of red hearts. The corner of his mouth twitched and he added:

Well, at least in war, he never disappoints.

Cyborg Kong smiled and said:

In any case, Darren is indeed the most dazzling navy of this era.

Zefa nodded and turned to look at the students from the officer training camp behind him.

Except for the cursing Jiaji, everyone was looking forward to it, and Kuzan was waving his fists excitedly, his eyes shining brightly.

A proud smile gradually appeared on Zefa's weathered face. Before he could say anything, an exclamation came from the crowd.

That's... a warship!!

“It’s back, it’s back!!”

They're back!!

...

After the words fell, everyone stopped whispering, raised their heads in unison, and looked towards the sea in the distance.

Under the high and vast sky, snow-white seagulls soared past.

On the blue sea that was clearer than the sky, a majestic naval warship appeared at the end of the sea, breaking through the turbulent waves, and sailed towards the headquarters port with a heroic gesture of returning from victory.

The white sails were swollen by the sea breeze, and the black and murderous word justice was imprinted on it like dragons and phoenixes. At a glance, it was filled with an unparalleled sense of oppression.

On the bow of the warship, a tall and burly figure stood there, with his hands folded across his chest, and his snow-white cloak dancing behind him.

coming!

It's the Warring States General's ship!!

The crowd suddenly became commotion.

They seemed to be unable to suppress their inner excitement and excitement, and raised the flowers and balloons in their hands high.

at the same time.

On the warship.

Hey, why is the port so busy?

Warring States, who was standing on the bow of the ship, was a little surprised when he saw the crowds of people on the port from a distance.

They should be here to greet us...

Porusalino walked over, stroking the stubble on his chin with one hand, and said with a smile.

Warring States frowned and said hesitantly:

That's not true, is it?

Porusalino said with a half-smile:

Why not?

This is an unprecedented victory. I guess the people are cheering and shouting your name now...

Is it like this?

Warring States heart moved, a flash of pride and joy flashed in his eyes, but he tried his best to keep calm on his face and said with a smile:

This great victory is mainly due to that boy Darren.

how could be?

Porusalino shook his head and said seriously:

Without your leadership and guidance, General Warring States Period, even Brigadier General Darren wouldn't be able to do it, right?

Besides, it's precisely because of the Warring States General's intimidation that the Golden Lion doesn't dare to act rashly... Otherwise, none of us combined would be his opponent...

Warring States was stunned.

He pondered for a moment, and a smile slowly bloomed on his face.

Well, Porusalino, you make a good point.

Indeed, if it weren't for the fear of me, Shi Ji wouldn't let Darren go so easily... Well... that's true...

The more Sengoku thought about it, the more he realized that Porusalino's words made sense, and his chest couldn't help but rise higher.

He looked at Porusalino with admiration and smiled with satisfaction:

You are indeed my adjutant, and you have a very thorough view of the problem... Porusalino, you know, well, I have always been very optimistic about you.

Porusalino smiled.

Where's that kid Darren? Zhan Guo looked around and didn't see Darren on the deck, so he asked.

Porusalino smiled and said:

Brigadier General Darren is still resting.

Warring States thought for a while and said:

Go wake him up and let him get ready.

He squinted and looked at the military port in the distance.

I see that there are many reporters at the scene. If he doesn't show up, the impact will not be good.

Okay. Porusalino turned and walked towards the cabin.

Warring States stood there, suddenly seemed to remember something, and shouted to a soldier:

Bring me a mirror.

It is very likely that I will be interviewed by reporters later, so I have to pay attention to my image.

After all, I have been sailing on the sea for several days and haven't had time to freshen up. The conditions are limited, so I can only clean up briefly.

Yes! Warring States General!

The soldiers quickly brought over a military mirror.

Warring States straightened his tie and military uniform in the mirror, smoothed out his slightly messy afro, and after making sure there was nothing wrong, he smiled with satisfaction.

Well, very good, very energetic.

Let the interviews and cheers come more intensely!

Warring States clenched his fists, looking expectant and beaming.

He could already imagine the front page headline of tomorrow's newspaper, with himself surrounded by cheering people, and countless reporters rushing to interview him.

As the warship got closer and closer to the port, Sengoku's back straightened even more.

Darren also yawned and followed Porusalino out of the cabin with sleepy eyes.

The warship has not yet docked.

The enthusiastic cheers were like thunder.

came back!!

welcome!!

Our hero!!

...

Sengoku, who stepped off the warship, maintained a reserved posture and faced the surging crowd of people and reporters. A smile that he thought was quite elegant appeared on his face. He raised his hands and said with a smile:

Don't worry, I will just say a few words...

Before he finished speaking, the smile on his face suddenly froze.

The impatient reporters and people swarmed in, ignoring Zeng Guo who was about to speak, passing him by, excitedly rushing towards the sleepy Darren, and surrounding him tightly.

Commodore Darren!! I love you!!

I want to marry you! Mr. Darren!!

You are so handsome!! Brigadier General Darren!

Brigadier General Darren, I heard that this mission is entirely dependent on you. It doesn't matter whether the others are present, right?

Brigadier General Darren, what are your plans for the future?

Brigadier General Darren, please make a few remarks!

... Warring States stood there, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot.

His face, hair and military uniform were covered with a layer of dust kicked up by the crowds swarming past.

It's such a pity... you also prepared your speech in advance.

A sound of being beaten suddenly sounded next to him.

Porusalino sighed helplessly.

The corners of Zeng Guo's eyes twitched, his expression was uncertain, his fists were clenched and unclenched, and then clenched again.

The veins on his forehead were bulging, and his back molars were almost crushed.

...Damn Porusalino! ! !

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