Pirates: Green Bull Marshal

divclassread2 At two o'clock in the afternoon on the second day, the largest indoor training hall of Nabalon Fortress was already filled with a large number of naval forces of all levels.

Basically, except for those who have missions and some people who are not interested in fighting, most of the personnel in the base are gathered here.

Due to the large number of visitors, Lieutenant General Cornell also hired three video phone bugs to project images of the venue into the air.

"Are there too many people today?" The school official with a pair of swords hanging on his waist said with a frown as he looked at the dark crowd of people inside and outside the stadium.

"Hey, not because of what happened yesterday, everyone knows that Vidal is back." The blonde captain's face was full of joy, and he liked this atmosphere.

"Those who know him want to see him, and those who don't know him want to see him even more. Moreover, this is the last final, and there will be no such lively opportunities in the future."

At the same time, four young sailors with a distinctive imposing manner stood in a row with a distance of about two meters from each other, silently waiting for the start of the final.

"Vinson, Ogden, Gumir, Miles, these four are all excellent, but there are only two places left for them." A lieutenant colonel sighed looking at the few people in the field.

"What's the point? Even if you're not selected, you're still a member of the Navy," said the Colonel with two swords.

"If you really have the ability, you will be able to stand out sooner or later. The one who is selected is just one more chance."

"Becoming a disciple of General Zefa cannot be described as a simple opportunity. There are many things involved," the blond colonel responded with a smile.

At this moment, Lieutenant General Cornell, whom everyone had been waiting for for a long time, finally appeared in the venue with the two of them.

Not surprisingly, one of them was the base's second in command, the commander's adjutant, Major General De Witt, and the other was Sergeant Vidal who had just returned yesterday.

Sergeant Sergeant, or Chief Cao, is considered the highest rank among the grassroots marines, and is also the highest rank that the base commander can appoint on his own.

The higher ranks belong to the generals, and they need to be personally appointed by the headquarters.

Vidal has been busy training these years, and specifically asked his father not to register himself, otherwise once he becomes a general in the headquarters, he will definitely receive various necessary tasks.

So the current situation is that, including him among the five players, he should be the one with the lowest military rank.

The other four are all lieutenants, captains, lieutenants and so on.

Lieutenant General Cornell walked to the front of the line of school officers, facing the four players and all the navies in this direction.

He was not seen holding a microphone or other amplifying equipment. He simply spoke and everyone in the hall could hear his voice clearly.

"The rules are the same as before, two-two confrontation, no intentional death or disability is allowed, the winner will go to the headquarters next year to enter the special training camp of General Zefa."

"Also, the loser can challenge Sergeant Vidal. If he defeats him, he will still get a place in the special training camp."

Now the already eye-catching Vidal became even more eye-catching, and he just smiled in front of these countless gazes.

"Then the finals will begin immediately."

After speaking, Lieutenant General Cornell took Vidal and all the generals and colonels wearing justice coats to sit in the seats prepared in the distance.

Soon there were only Major General DeWitt, the host and referee, and four young lieutenants left in the field.

"The first game, Vincent vs. Ogden, the other two temporarily retreated to the sidelines."

Gumir and Miles looked at each other, followed the arrangement calmly and walked to one side, while Vidal who had just sat down on the other side looked at them with great interest.

"Is that Gumil? His appearance is completely different from the elderly image in the comics."

He didn't know the other three, but he was still familiar with the name Gumil. He would be the future commander of the G2 branch of the Navy Headquarters, with the rank of lieutenant general, and participated in the famous Summit War.

Unlike decades later when he was bloated, bald, and had long gray hair, now he is slender, strong, and has thick long black hair.

The key is that the long hair is so interesting. It is very similar to Raditz in Dragon Ball. It looks very elegant and cool.

However, there are also two long knives hanging on the right waist, but they are both standard knives in the base.

The battle on the field has already begun, but Cornell found that Vidal's gaze had been on Gumir, and then laughed.

"What's wrong, you are interested in that Gumir?"

"Well, this son has the qualifications of a lieutenant general." Vidal said in a joking tone, although he was actually serious.

"Oh" Cornell was stunned for a moment, thinking about how his son could see it.

If this comment about the assets of a lieutenant general were heard by fans of the past life, they would regard it as a joke. Who is a lieutenant general? He is someone who can be bullied by everyone.

But in fact, the lieutenant general is the mainstay of the Navy headquarters, and it is also the level of strength that most people can achieve through hard work.

The reason why the lieutenant generals look so bad in the comics is entirely because they are always used to set off those monsters every time they appear on the scene.

Either he encountered a big pirate of the level of the King's Shichibukai, or he was used by beings like the Four Emperors as a tool to show his power.

But you have to admit that these lieutenants in the Navy Headquarters are strong enough to suppress one party anywhere except the New World.

One of them can slash the king of the sea, one of them can destroy a pirate group, and one of them can protect the tranquility of a sea area.

"Gumir came here not long after you left. He was originally the sergeant of the 12th Nanhai Division, so this should be your first time meeting him."

"It's the first time." Vidal nodded and explained; "But a person's temperament can tell a lot."

Well, he's just bullshitting, but you can say anything about this kind of thing, believe it or not.

"Okay, so you think he'll be one of the guys traveling with you next year," Lieutenant General Cornell laughed.

"Well, there must be him." Since the previous words were so full, Vidal didn't care to be more certain.

Anyway, the final result is probably the same.

At the same time, the battle on the field gradually became fierce, and both of them began to exert their full strength.

Vincent, a lieutenant in the headquarters, is good at shaving and high-speed kicks.

Ogden, captain of the headquarters, is good at finger guns, iron blocks and hand tricks.

The situation is basically that Vincent, relying on his agility and speed advantages, continues to launch a fierce offensive around Ogden.

Although the latter's navy singlet was already in tatters because of his constant defense, some people still thought that the winner would be Ogden.

Because this guy has come here before, relying on his tyrannical physique and long-lasting endurance, he dragged those opponents who couldn't win quickly through fighting to the limit.

"It's a pity. If Vincent had mastered Lan Jiao, he might still have a chance to win." The blond colonel sitting in the back sighed.

"Hey, what you said is really accurate. Look, he has really mastered it." Another school official next to him suddenly pointed at the field and laughed.

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