Pirates: The Greatest Scoundrel in Navy History

Chapter 323

Two days later.

Navy Headquarters, Marinford.

A large crowd of people gathered on the huge oval naval port.

Looking around, there were crowds of people, hundreds of civilians staring at the direction of the sea with expectation, holding flowers and balloons in their hands and looking out.

In addition to civilians, there were also reporters from major news agencies and newspapers around the world, holding long guns and short guns, waiting eagerly.

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

"When will the warship return?"

"It should be almost time..."

"This is really a great victory..."

"The invincible fleet of the legendary pirate Shiki the Golden Lion was annihilated..."

"It's so exciting!!"

"Big news!! Big news!!"

Civilians and reporters were overwhelmed. They learned that the warship was about to return. They rushed to the naval port of Marinford early and prepared such a grand welcome ceremony.

Behind the crowd.

"Old Kong, isn't this too exaggerated..."

Zeff, biting a cigar in his mouth, looked at the crowd and reporters rushing forward, and looked helplessly at Kong with his arms folded on his chest.

The Flying Fleet that annihilated the Golden Lion was indeed a great victory... but this scene was a little too exaggerated.

Forget about the civilians who came to welcome and celebrate, but aren't there so many journalists present? Too exaggerated?

Without a doubt, this is definitely the work of old Kong.

Otherwise, with the navy's confidentiality, these reporters and the public would never know the specific time of the warship's return.

Hearing Zefa's words, Kong with a chuckle said:

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

Zeff seemed to think of something when he heard it, and was silent for a while.

Facing the evil pirates, the Navy achieved such an outstanding record in the Battle of God Valley nine years ago.

That was the "heroic" battle that made Garp famous.

But in fact, as a former admiral of the Navy, although Zephyr did not directly participate in that war, he also more or less vaguely sensed some clues.

Even today, as a former comrade-in-arms, Zephyr personally asked Garp about the details of the Battle of God Valley, but the latter was vague and reluctant to mention it.

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

But the fact is that all traces of that victory battle that the Navy should have publicized have been wiped out and cleared away completely.

Even Zephyr, a former admiral of the Navy, is not qualified to access the archives about "God Valley".

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

As if he noticed something strange about Zefa, Kong Gang patted him on the shoulder and changed the subject:

"How is it, are you proud?"

"Darren is the student you trained."

Zefar was stunned, but quickly came to his senses and smiled:

"That brat never disappoints..."

While speaking, he saw many well-dressed young women and girls among the onlookers. Their eyes turned into the shape of red hearts, and the corners of their mouths twitched. He added:

"Well, at least in war, he will never disappoint."

Kong Gang smiled and said:

"Anyway, Darren is indeed the most dazzling navy of this era."

Zefar nodded and turned to look at the students of the officer training camp behind him.

Except for Kaji who was cursing, everyone was looking forward to it. Kuzan was waving his fist excitedly with shining eyes.

A proud smile gradually emerged on Zefa's weathered face. Before he could say anything, a cry of surprise came from the crowd.

"That's... a warship!!"

"They're back, they're back!"

"They're back!"

"..."

As the voice fell, everyone stopped whispering, and raised their heads at the same time, looking at 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 surging waves, and sailing towards the headquarters port with a heroic attitude of returning with a great victory.

The white sails were swollen by the sea breeze, and the dark and solemn word "justice" was branded on it like a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing. At first 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 arms folded across his chest.The snow-white cloak fluttered behind him.

"Here we go!"

"It's General Zhan Guo's ship!"

The crowd suddenly became agitated.

They seemed to be unable to suppress their 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 lively?"

Standing on the bow, Zhan Guo saw the crowded scene at the port from a distance and was a little surprised.

"It should be to greet us..."

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

Zhan Guo frowned and said hesitantly:

"Not really?"

Borusalino smiled and said:

"Why not?"

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

"Is that so?"

Zhan Guo's heart moved, and a hint of pride and joy flashed in his eyes, but his face tried to remain calm and smiled:

"This victory is mainly attributed to Darren."

"How could it be?"

Borusalino shook his head and said seriously:

"If it weren't for your leadership and guidance, even Brigadier General Darren couldn't do it, right?"

"Besides, it was because of the deterrence of General Zhan Guo that the Golden Lion didn't dare to act rashly... Otherwise, we wouldn't be his opponent..."

Zhan Guo was stunned.

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

"Well, Borsalino, you make a lot of sense."

"Indeed, if he wasn't afraid of me, that guy Shiki wouldn't let Darren go easily... Well... That's true..."

The more Zhan Guo thought about it, the more he found that what Borsalino said made sense, and his chest couldn't help but stand higher.

He looked at Borsalino with appreciation and smiled with satisfaction:

"You are worthy of being my adjutant. You have a very thorough perspective on the problem... Borsalino, you know, well, I have always been optimistic about you."

Borsalino smiled slightly.

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

Borsalino smiled and said, "Commodore Darren is still resting." Zhan Guo thought for a moment and said, "Go wake him up and let him get ready." He squinted his eyes and looked at the military port in the distance. "I see there seem to be quite a few reporters at the scene. If he doesn't show up, it won't have a good impact." "Okay." Borsalino turned and walked towards the cabin. Zhan Guo stood there, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and shouted to a personal soldier, "Bring me a mirror." He might be interviewed by reporters later, so he had to pay attention to his image. After all, he had been sailing on the sea for several days and had not had time to wash up. The conditions were limited, so he could only tidy up simply. "Yes! General Zhan Guo!" The personal soldier quickly brought over a military mirror. Zhan Guo adjusted his tie and military uniform in front of the mirror, smoothed his slightly messy afro, and after confirming that there was no problem, he smiled with satisfaction. Well, very good, very energetic.

Let the interviews and cheers come more vigorously!

Zhan Guo clenched his fists, looking expectant and beaming with joy.

He could already imagine the front page headlines of tomorrow's newspapers, where he was surrounded by cheering people and countless reporters scrambled to interview him.

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

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

The warship hadn't even docked yet.

The enthusiastic cheers were like thunder.

"Back!!"

"Welcome!!"

"Our hero!!"

"..."

Walking off the warship, Zhan Guo maintained a reserved attitude, facing the surging people and reporters, with a smile that he thought was quite elegant on his face, raised his hands and smiled:

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

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

The reporters and people who had been impatient for a long time swarmed in, ignoring Zhan Guo who was about to "speak", brushed past him, and excitedly rushed towards the sleepy Darren, surrounding him tightly.

"Brig. Darren!! I love you!! "

"I want to marry you! Mr. Darren!! "

"You are so handsome!! Brigadier Darren!"

"Brig. Darren, I heard that this mission depends on you alone. It doesn't matter whether others are present or not, right?"

"Brig. Darren, what are your plans for the future?"

"Brig. Darren, youGive a few words of thanks!"

"..."Zhan Guo stood there, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

His face, hair and military uniform were covered with a layer of dust raised by the crowd.

"What a pity... you prepared a speech in advance."

A voice that deserved a beating suddenly sounded beside him.

Borusalino sighed helplessly.

Zhan Guo's eyes twitched, his expression was uncertain, and his fists clenched and unclenched, unclenched and clenched again.