The Evil Generation of Pirates

The battle is over.Mobile terminal m..

Zefa and the three teachers took action personally and easily defeated the flagship of the Burro Pirates.Not long after, a three-masted warship carrying hundreds of artillery pieces and [-] to [-] navy headquarters soldiers arrived and arrested all the surviving pirates.

The injured naval students in this battle were also handed over to more professional ship doctors for rescue treatment.

According to statistics, 79 naval students died in this battle and [-] were injured to varying degrees.Since the Minerva was not attacked by the flagship of the Burrow Pirates, the casualties were minimal. Only a few naval students mishandled the artillery and had some accidents.

Well-trained regular soldiers were cleaning up the battlefield, and Yamos was treated by professional doctors sent to disinfect, suture, and bandage him.After that, regardless of the pain, he and X. Drake walked out, watching the soldiers coming and going on the side of the Caesar, and some students who were crying bitterly because their friends died on the battlefield.

The sea breeze blew in their faces and messed up Amos's hair.

Both of them said nothing, watching all this with expressionless faces, everything in the world after the war.

After Zefa finished handling the scene, like the three teachers, his face showed no sadness or dissatisfaction with the battle. No one knew what the four main instructors of the Naval Academy were thinking.

The atmosphere was very bad, but Yamos was used to it.When the war is over, even if they win, how many winners will be happy...

"What do you think?" X. Drake asked.

Yamos was stunned. He put his arms on the edge of the ship, bowed his body slightly, and looked at the sea calmly: "It's very weak."

"War is like this. Newcomers still think too simply." In a moment, who can guess how much growth will cost.”

--run!They won't kill me, I'll delay for you!

——Damn fish eyes, you look really ugly now.Run quickly, I can get you a chance...

——Dead Fish Eyes... Usov is dead, you can't die again!

Yamos recalled the unforgettable scene that made it difficult for him to fall asleep countless times.Although two years have passed, the figure of Laize rushing towards the Ghost Spider because of him is still clear.

His eyelids and eyelashes trembled slightly, and finally he lowered his eyes and looked at his long, well-joined fingers on the side of the ship: "Yes... who can guess what the price will be..."

x·Drake opened his mouth slightly, then quickly closed it, gritting his teeth, his eyes revealed calmness and solemnity.

--Hello!Dolly!Bring me the wine!

——Do you know how much such a 'fruit' can be sold for?

——If we got so much money, why would we be pirates? Hahaha!

Both of them fell into memories because of what X. Drake just said with emotion.

A total of four warships set sail and began to return home. The Caesar and Saint-Sal were both handed over to navy soldiers, and naval students were receiving psychological and physiological treatment.

"Boom!"

There was a dull thunder in the sky, and soon the sky was filled with dark clouds.The strong wind blew so hard that the clothes of the two men bulged, and the waves began to roll violently, like giant underwater beasts that could swallow people.

"Go back to the cabin!" A naval soldier urged Yamos and X. Drake to return to the cabin. It was too dangerous outside.

It is going to rain……

"Amos."

Yamos still kept his original movements. When he heard X. Drake's question, he took a long breath: "Is that important? Let's go...it's going to rain."

After saying that, Yamos turned around and walked back to the cabin.

x·Drake looked at his back and fell into thought.

Not long after Yamos returned to the cabin to rest, X. Drake also came back, but he did not go to Yamos, but lay down by himself.

Yamos was injured, and he sat by the window, watching the lightning and thunder outside, and the heavy rain, silently alone.

……

Opening the Gate of Justice and passing through the current, the four warships spent a day returning to Marinefando.

Before, Yamos and the others were moving slowly because of the storm. The storm kept falling for a long time.

It was drizzling at the dock of Marineland, but it was still bustling with activity. There were warships docking and sailing away. Navy soldiers lined up at the dock and shouted uniform commands.

If the naval students were full of contempt for these low-level soldiers before, now, after experiencing real battles at the bottom, they are full of awe.

Only soldiers know soldiers.

The warships docked one after another, and the healthy naval students carried stretchers to transport the injured classmates. Yamos was not so pretentious. He put his arm around X. Drake, endured the slight pain when pulling the muscles, and got off Boat.

After getting off the ship, everyone lined up on both sides of the Saint-Sal, and the many wounded people who were carried on stretchers also tried their best to sit up.

At this moment, Malinfando calmed down.

The sound of drills disappeared, and the clock of the world seemed to have stopped.

Thousands of other soldiers at the dock stopped what they were doing and stood at attention, facing the Saint-Sal.

"Ta...ta...ta..."

Zefa, who had purple hair and was still as strong as ever even though he was old, came down from the Saint-Sal. He was wearing a navy cloak and sunglasses, and he was walking slightly swaying from side to side.Three instructors followed Zefa and walked down.

Behind them, more dense footsteps were heard.

The first two naval students to reveal their bodies were dressed in formal navy uniforms, and one of them was Smoker.The two naval students at the front grabbed one end of the stretcher with one hand and moved forward steadily.

Soon the whole body emerged from the Saint-Sal, which was a stretcher carried by four naval students.

This company couldn't help but carry out seventeen stretchers.

The stretchers were covered with snow-white white cloth, and under the white cloth was the outline of a human figure.

The seventeen stretchers carried by 68 naval students were the seventeen naval martyrs who died heroically in the confrontation with pirates on the Grand Line. Their average age was less than 19 years old.

Zefa and the three instructors walked at the front, followed closely by the long line of stretcher-bearers.The long procession passed between the rest of the naval students who had disembarked and were lined up on either side.

Still very quiet.

Those newcomers never thought that the huge Malinfando would have such a quiet moment.

That's because they didn't know that at the dock in Marineland, warships would bring back the bodies of countless naval martyrs every day.When the bodies were brought down, according to regulations, the entire navy must stop what they were doing and salute the martyrs with their gaze and pay the highest respect.

Zefa reached the end of the two lines of naval students and stopped.

After a few seconds, he turned around and the three teachers stood behind him again.

Yamos looked at Zefa, whose eyes were covered by sunglasses.

"Seventeen of them, from now on, will be officially awarded the rank of private third class at the Navy Headquarters."

In the cold and silent dock, only Zefa's thick voice could be heard.

"The reason why I chose you students to carry these heroic souls instead of sending out the most elite regular soldiers in this department is because you are comrades fighting side by side in this battle, and it is most appropriate for you to take them home. !" Zefa said loudly, and his voice felt like it could be heard throughout the dock. "And choosing to hold the memorial service at the dock can let the tens of millions of soldiers coming and going on the dock know their names. In my opinion, it can It is an honor for a Marine to be remembered by so many people."

Everyone was listening quietly, and some students couldn't help but have red eyes because the martyrs had their friends.

"This is your first class at the naval school. What it teaches you is not actually the so-called vision, but the intuitive feeling of war." Zefa is still talking, "After this class, you will The navy is in awe, and you must put away your cynicism and think about the responsibilities you shoulder."

After Zefa said this, he walked forward with the three teachers and approached the seventeen stretchers.

Now, even the most naughty and mischievous naval students looked up at Zefa with sparkling eyes.

When he walked three or four meters in front of the stretcher carried by Smoker, Zefa stopped and spoke again: "The teachers for the first class are Bo X, Taiton, and Abner Rhodes. , Evia, Cano, Kaki, Paul Jean, Augustine, Mocha, Brocchi, Adolf, Xavier, Rode, Dempsey, Morgan William, Aramis, Wallon.”

Everyone was slightly shocked. They all knew more or less the names of some of the people. These people were the seventeen martyrs who carried the stretchers.

Zefa still looked determined. His chest suddenly heaved violently, and then he shouted loudly: "I declare on behalf of these seventeen teachers!"

"get out of class off!"

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