In the evening, a navy warship parked at the home port.

Fishermen returning home at night can still hear the Navy's counting call coming from the deck.

"One", "Two", "Three", "Fifteen", "Sixteen", "Forty-four"

Rodrit looked at the soldiers in front of him who were lining up to report their numbers, and frowned: "Why is there one missing?"

The marines glanced left and right and shook their heads, trying to find out who was responsible for causing everyone to be scolded.

Roderite said impatiently and angrily: "Tell me, who hasn't taken my words as fart yet? This is just a late report. What if you were on the battlefield? With your sense of time, you have been attacked by the enemy countless times." "

"The sacrifice of just one person is nothing, but the sacrifice of just one person on the battlefield may impair an army or a branch, and may even lead to the outcome of a battle."

"I know it's very boring for you to be at sea for a long time. Finally, this time we traveled day and night and had some time for activities. I think it's not too late to leave at dawn, and I want to play a little longer."

"But this is the army. Every minute we arrive early, we can eliminate the evil one minute earlier, and we can return peace to the public one minute earlier."

"Think about your Commander Mar. You all know his usual style and must be strict with yourself, do you know?"

After Rodrit finished scolding, he angrily said to his subordinates who lowered their heads and looked ashamed: "Tell yourselves which mouse droppings ruined this pot of porridge."

There were a lot of people below, looking at each other in confusion. The navy counted them for a long time but found no one was missing.

At this time, a marine standing on the left side of the crowd suddenly realized what he was doing. He walked to Rodritt in small steps and whispered: "Sir, Chief Marr hasn't come yet."

Rodrit heard the report from his men and turned to look at him in astonishment.

Take a closer look, isn't it?

It was Mal, the guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, who didn't come.

In the dead of night, the surroundings were so quiet that even if you deliberately kept your voice low, it was enough for everyone on the ship to hear.

Roderite looked down at the red and swollen marines who wanted to laugh but didn't dare, with a look of embarrassment on his face.

I secretly cursed Mal, this bastard, for not being interesting enough.

He coughed and said, "Ahem, it's because your Chief Mal has an important mission that's delayed. Let's wait a little longer."

The marines below puffed their cheeks, suppressed their smiles, and nodded fiercely pretending to understand.

An hour passed.

The tide surged up, hitting the rafters of the boat, and splashing water onto Rodritt's earthy face.

Roderite wiped the water from his face: "Bah, what on earth is this bastard doing?"

The soldiers around him reminded him in a low voice: "Chief Marr never likes to have fun. He usually doesn't get off the ship even if he has time. He is actually late this time. This is really abnormal."

Rodritt's ears twitched and he murmured thoughtfully: "Yes, although Mal is not as smart as me, he at least has a decent character. This kind of disciplinary mistake should not happen to him."

Suddenly, an idea flashed through his flexible brain, and Rodritt seemed to have seen through the truth, and shouted anxiously: "No, I'm afraid there may be something hidden on this island. Mal has always hated evil and cannot tolerate any evil in his eyes."

"It's very possible that Mal ran into something and rushed forward alone in anger. I'm afraid he is currently fighting a fierce battle with evil."

Roderite complained in annoyance: "It's too reckless."

The soldier next to him said: "Then let's go help Commander Mal quickly."

Roderite slapped his head and said, "That's right."

He then ordered: "Now everyone is required to disembark immediately and look for Sergeant Marr. Once found, do not act alone and come to me immediately. Are you clear?"

The soldier below put his hands against the seam of his trousers, looked serious, and said loudly: "It's clear."

Rodrith waved his hand, and the navy dispersed into the town, looking for traces of Mal.

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