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Chapter 5 Departure, Marin Fando!
"This is a letter of recommendation from the Naval Academy!"

Mo En took a deep breath, his hands trembling with excitement.

"That's right." Flying Squirrel nodded, and patted Moen's shoulder, "Also, this is a recommendation letter from the elite training camp."

"Joined the navy at the age of 12, officially became a sea soldier at the age of 14, became a corporal at the age of 15, and was promoted to the second lieutenant of the branch at the age of 16. Little guy, your growth path is much more exciting than this old man."

"Thank you for your cultivation, sir."

Morn is not surprised by all of this, after all, in this world, military rank is actually useless, what is useful is his own strength.

I didn't see the naval hero Garp, his son is a revolutionary soldier, his two grandsons are pirates, and one of them is a descendant of One Piece.

For such Karp, the world government did not take any action.

why?
It's not that he is afraid that Kapna has no strength weakened by age at all.

Hero Garp, that's the one who ended Lockes, the Pirate Emperor.

Looking back again, if you don't kill the general Zefa, how bad was the injury by the navy?
His wife and children were killed, his students were killed, and he lost his arm. The navy actually wanted to invite the murderer to join the king's Qiwuhai.

Why, isn't it because Zefa no longer has the power to scare the world government and even the navy!

Moen has a very thorough understanding of all this, so he can lower his requirements in any aspect, but he will never relax in improving his strength.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to skillfully use the six styles in just two years, and the same goes for the legendary Colonel Keby in the original book.

"The elite training camp of the Naval Academy is a place where all kinds of outstanding naval officers are trained, and I also came out of it."

The flying squirrel poured himself a cup of tea, and sat on the desk, "The current instructor is the former [black-armed] general, Teacher Zefa."

Moen didn't answer the question. After all, talking about his mentor in front of the lieutenant general, no matter what the lieutenant general thought, was definitely not the right thing to do.

"You have talent and age, and you can definitely enter the elite training camp. I look forward to seeing you become an excellent naval officer."

The flying squirrel waved his hand, indicating that Morn could leave.

On that letter of recommendation, it was clearly marked when Morn went to the Naval Academy, which was just one month later.

"By the way, you are a swordsman, but you still use an ordinary standard long sword." The flying squirrel suddenly stopped Mo En, and then took out a long box from the side cabinet.

"This is a good sharp knife that I got from encircling pirates a few times ago, and I will give it to you."

The flying squirrel didn't take a second look at the box in his hand, and put the box on the table in front of him.

Moen gave a military salute to the flying squirrel, and left without being overly thankful.

He knew that this was the flying squirrel betting on himself!

As a veteran lieutenant general, Flying Squirrel is very clear that unless he has a great opportunity in his life, he will not be promoted to general, so it is understandable to invest in a newcomer with general potential.

"bass!"

After leaving the door of the flying squirrel's office, Moen opened the box in his hand, inside which was a simple and unpretentious western long sword placed quietly.

"Liang Kuai Dao Fifty Skills, Liu Feng!"

Light and emerald green like a willow leaf, but also sharp and tough, it's Weiliang's sharp knife, Liu Feng!
Moen touched the long sword in his hand very satisfied, which was equipped at his waist.

The thunder sword that was captured before was also a good sword, and it was a relatively good sword, but it was in the form of an epee, and Mo En, who was only 1.9 meters tall, could not exert the power of that sword at all.

The length of this Liu Feng long sword is just right for Mo En's height, and it can perfectly display Mo En's swordsmanship.

"Second Lieutenant Moen."

Just when Mo En was about to leave and return to his practice field, a figure stopped him.

Moen looked up and saw that it was Colonel Zhan Momomaru!

"Master Colonel!"

Mo En immediately gave a military salute, Zhan Taomaru nodded, and patted Mo En on the shoulder.

"According to the orders of Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel, you will follow our ship back to Marin Vanduo immediately."

"Thank you Colonel."

"Well, let's get ready and leave at noon. I'm going to the Navy headquarters this time. I don't know how long it will take you to come back."

Zhan Taowan patted Mo En on the shoulder again. This time, Vice Admiral Flying Squirrel recommended less than ten people to enter the Naval Academy, and only Mo En was recommended to the elite training camp.

This has to make Zhan Taowan have some good feelings for this little guy. After all, although the strength is not enough, the talent is here.

Mo En returned to his dormitory, his stupid roommate was not there, but Mo En's salute had already been packed.

"Ah."

Mo En twitched the corners of his mouth and showed an ugly smile.

This is because he doesn't want to say goodbye, is he trying to make himself remember him!
Then, I will remember you well!
Summer!

The news that Moen was about to go to the Navy Headquarters to study had already been spread by Leika, and all the soldiers under Leika admired this young man who was much younger than him.

Moen conquered all his colleagues with his strength, hard work and charisma.

When Moen walked out of the dormitory with his big bag on his back, his colleagues who had fought together for a long time stood on both sides of the road to see him off.

Morn lowered his head, without looking at the people around him.

These soldiers didn't care at all. They had already known what kind of person Moen was in the past few years.

"Moen, you must leave your legend in the Navy headquarters!"

When Moen walked out of the training ground, such a sentence came from behind.

A drop of tear fell on the ground, and Mo En didn't look back, except for firmness, there was no sadness at all on his face.

The weak have no right to be sad!
Moen is now marching towards the strong!
Carrying a big bag, Mo En came to the port, was taken to a warship by a sergeant, and arranged a single dormitory.

Because he is not a combatant, Moen has no mission on board this time, so he can rest in the cabin until Marin Fando.

Of course, it is still relatively difficult to practice on a boat.

As far as the special training ground is concerned, Mo En is just a second lieutenant and has no right to enter.

Near noon, Moen felt the shaking of the warship, and the scenery outside the round window also began to change.

The warship is out of port!

Moen came to the deck, and some soldiers were working hard to fix the anchor, and then they kept running on the deck to deal with things.

Moen, who was supposed to be training at this time, suddenly became free, and some soldiers even saw Moen saluting, which made Moen a little uncomfortable. After all, he had been a miscellaneous soldier for several years.

You know, even the black-armed Zefa didn't become a corporal until he was 28 years old.

Of course, that era was not as crazy as this era.

Moen has roughly established the timeline through the bounty offered by some famous characters to go to sea.

For example, Moen saw an army announcement in Reka's office before.

"Supernova [Fire Fist] Portgas D. Ace is offering a reward of 1 million Baileys, and has entered the new world."

"Ha, Ace just went to sea. Two to three years before the protagonist's departure, there are still four years left in the villainous generation. It's really a wonderful timeline."

Moen kept using the razor in his room to move short distances.

I have to get used to ultra-high-speed movement as soon as possible, otherwise, I may waste the fruit I want.

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Sailing at sea is very boring, and soldiers in the navy must ignore this restless feeling.

Of course, if your commander is a douchebag, maybe your sailing will be easier.

Moen has been practicing short-distance shaving for more than half a day, and the sweat all over his body is like raindrops, soaking the steel floor.

On the main ship not far away, Vice Admiral Flying Squirrel put down the teacup in his hand and let out a satisfied breath.

"Sure enough, this little guy won't let me down."

Zhan Taowan on the side was holding an apple in his hand and was chewing boredly, "What do you mean, Mr. Lieutenant General?"

"Hehe, Naval Academy, there may be a good show coming."

Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel narrowed his eyes. From his knowledge, he felt that Morn could condense iron to any part of his body.

Moreover, on the outside of the iron block, there is also a domineering armed color!
"Looking at" the dark armed domineering, the flying squirrel couldn't help swallowing. Although he knew that he had such a genius under his command, he didn't pay attention to it except for Mo En breaking through the swordsman to take a look at the beginning.

As a result, you now tell me that this little guy has at least the strength of a school officer?
"Shave, finger gun, iron block, moon step, iron swordsman, armed color, hahaha, Teacher Zefa, you have to thank me for bringing you such a good seed."

Holding the long sword at his waist, the flying squirrel smiled heartily.

Zhan Taowan squinted his eyes and swallowed the apple in his mouth.

"That kid is so powerful?"

Zhan Taowan himself is proficient in six styles, armed with color.If what Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel said is true, compared to Zhan Taowan, Mo En is just a gap in physical strength and physical fitness.

"Freak!" Zhan Taowan complained silently.

"Same freak as those three monsters!"

The flying squirrel remembered something, and made up a complaint in his heart.

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