Pirate's Nest Order

Two months later.

The great waterway, the island of white soil, Baldigo, is an area densely covered with yellow sand and rocks. The mineral veins and water sources in this place are on the verge of exhaustion. At a glance, there are buildings that seem to be half buried by wind and sand.

It was a group of khaki-colored buildings. From a distance, it seemed to be surrounded by mounds and bunkers of different heights. Inside were decayed and shapeless building wrecks, and the rusty steel frames exposed outside were rough. The iron sheets and tents are welded together, and there are bright lights coming out from the back of the tents.

In the wind and sand, there are some soldiers with cloths wrapped around their hair covering their mouths and wearing goggles on their faces. Each of them carries a flintlock musket on his shoulder and back. Some uniform letters can be vaguely seen on the back, which translates to about It means "revolution".

On the top floor of the building, in a room whose windows were sealed with iron sheets and seemed a little drowsy, the burning tobacco was stubbed out to reveal the stubble on the cheeks. He coughed twice and said in a hoarse voice: "Alex's cadres have exceeded There has been no news for two months, so something unexpected may have happened.”

A man sitting at the corner of the table sighed: "Alex? It's a small country on the East China Sea. I remember that country seemed to have a favorable attitude toward our revolutionary army."

"There has been no news for two months. I'm afraid he is dead," the revolutionary army cadre standing in the corner interjected, with a slight indifference in his voice.

There was a brief period of silence, and there was a tinge of dull grief in the oppressive atmosphere. For the revolutionary army, hearing the news of the death of their comrades lurking outside had become commonplace.

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The burning match lit the tobacco and took another sip in his mouth. The man who spoke first looked at the smoke in front of him: "The world government regards our revolutionary army as a thorn in its flesh. Although we have overthrown the rule of some countries, it is far from enough." In order to shake the rule of the world government, Alex is one of the very few countries that may have a favorable attitude toward our revolutionary army..."

"So what's the latest intelligence you've received?"

"There seems to have been a coup in Alex. The prime minister faction who was originally close to our revolutionary army was liquidated and imprisoned on the charge of colluding with the rebels of the revolutionary army. But now it is impossible to determine whether the cadres of the revolutionary army were really exposed, or whether It's just an excuse for a coup. None of this can be confirmed, but there seems to be the shadow of the navy behind it. Moreover, some intelligence has been passed back from the East China Sea recently, all vaguely pointing to a name, and it is also closely related to the navy. This makes me very worried. I care, so," he put out his cigarette butt and said in a deep voice to the two cadres in the corner: "Dio, Mick, I need you two to go to the East China Sea. There are two things that need to be clarified."

In the corner, two men, one tall and one short, stood up from the base of the wall. The tall man looked unusually burly, and his bones made a sound like rocks colliding, while the short man seemed to be hiding in the darkness, and the surrounding light seemed strangely dim some.

"The first thing is to find out the truth about Alex's incident; the second thing is a naval organization recently established in the East China Sea..."

"Navy Club?"

With a cigar dangling from his mouth, gray smoke came out of his nostrils and blew towards his short silver hair. On the black windproof lens was a card of the Navy Club. Spinning in mid-air, circles of white smoke wrapped around the card strangely.

Smoker, the ability user of the smog fruit of nature, directly subordinates to the colonel of the headquarters, and is stationed at the edge of the East China Sea all the year round, that is, Rogge Town, the entrance to the great waterway, a place known as the beginning and the end. place.

"Is there something wrong with this navy club? Colonel Smog?" Dasqi gently held up her old-fashioned glasses with her fingertips.

"A club of the East China Sea Navy. Its members are basically naval colonels from various branches. In theory, it is a private organization within the navy. It does not violate the terms of the navy. There is no problem, but..." Smoker paused for a moment. After a pause, the smoke solidified in mid-air and turned into the palm of his hand. He held the card between his two fingers and said with a smile: "I've been in Rogge Town for a long time and I'm a little bored. I want to go out and take a breather."

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It has been nearly two months since the death of Colonel Fubigan, and the Navy Club held a funeral specifically for Colonel Fubigan and the dead naval soldiers. At the same time, the number of members of the Navy Club has exceeded 70, which means that nearly half All the East China Sea Navy branches have joined the club, and Yaerlin's reputation in the club is also rising steadily.

The club's charter is more complete, and the criteria for joining the club have become stricter. Club members have changed from the application system to the recommendation system, that is, new members must be recommended by old members and pass the review of the club. Membership is only possible with the consent of 5 or more secondary members.

It is worth mentioning that because of the deaths of Fu Bigan and Hati, the second-level membership once dropped to only 5 members left. Fortunately, some members reached the point and passed the review, and were promoted from the first-level member to Second-level members, and it is an unusual coincidence that three of the five newly promoted second-level members are colonels rescued by Yarlin. Out of gratitude and trust to Yarlin, they Every time any initiative is proposed, it is voted in favor of it without hesitation at the meeting.

The seemingly democratic voting system and the loose club organization have begun to gradually approach Yaerlin's one-word speech, and the internal organization structure and class are also approaching and improving step by step according to Yarlin's concept. Closely approaching, the transition from a platform of interest exchange to an aggregate of interest bundles is completed.

Branch 153 of the Navy Club.

In the innermost cell of the prison, Lipa held a flat bowl in his hand, scooped out porridge from the spoon in his hand, and fed it to Colonel Monka who was lying on the bed.

After feeding the last boiled porridge, Lipa got up with the bowl and was about to go outside. Suddenly, Mengka's eyelids trembled slightly. Mengka suddenly opened his eyes, and the bowl in his hand smashed to the ground with a "clack".

Breathing deeply, his dry and hoarse voice sounded like his throat had been severely damaged: "You are...Lipa, where am I?"

"Colonel Mengka, are you awake?" Ripa squatted down and picked up the broken bowl on the ground to hide the look of shock on her face. The entire finger glowed a strange bluish-white color.