Pirates: The Biggest Scum In Marine History

After half a day.

Boxes of supplies and baggage were carried onto the warship under the orders of the superiors.

The Marines from the headquarters happily moved all kinds of supplies and were in full swing.

The freshest fruits, fat and lean air-dried meat and canned food, even the best cigarettes and whiskey... They who were born in Naval Headquarters have never seen such a wealthy Marine branch, and they completely felt the enthusiasm from their North Blue Marine colleagues.

Drago stood on the deck and said with a smile on his face:

"The officers and soldiers of North Blue are too polite..."

He took out a pack of senbei from the cargo, tore open it and ate it, making a crisp and crisp sound.

"Brother Dorag, don't be corrupted by that sinister Darren."

Gion raised his willow eyebrows aside, a little dissatisfied.

"How could it be? I am a firm Marine."

Drago laughed, and then took out a box of cigars from another box of goods, took out one and lit it, smoked it happily, and squinted his eyes in comfort.

Gion:……

Her white teeth bit her lower lip:

"Darren that bastard!!"

Brother Dorag is the most dazzling genius and representative in Marine. As a "hero" of his own blood, he has a halo, coupled with that unique, innate gentle leadership temperament, which makes him Earned a pretty good name in the Marine.

He is unanimously determined by Naval Headquarters executives to become the general star of Marine Admiral!

Such a perfect person, Gion couldn't tolerate him being infected by Darren's depraved, corrupt lifestyle.

"Major Gion, speaking ill of others behind their backs is not a good habit."

Darren boarded the deck of the warship step by step, walking steadily, looking at Gion with a half-smile.

Gion snorted coldly, turned his head away, but stopped talking.

"What's the matter, did you see someone disrespecting your superior?"

Darren smiled.

Gion's face was suffocated, she turned around, and reluctantly saluted a military salute.

"Darren Commodore."

When you're done, just turn around and leave.

Drago stroked the stubble of his chin, looked at Darren and Gion with great interest, thinking that the relationship between these two people is a bit weird...

"Gion's personality is just like this, but she's just very talkative. It can be seen that she still approves of you."

Drago looked at Darren with a smile.

Darren shrugged and smiled nonchalantly:

"It's okay, I don't care about it either."

Drago nodded and smiled again:

"How is it? You are about to leave North Blue, where you have lived for so many years, how do you feel?"

Darren lit himself a cigar as well, looking calm.

"People always have to look forward, and besides, it's not like I'll never come back."

"You can take it easy." Drago shook his head with a smile.

"set sail!!!"

At this time, the loud voice of the messenger sounded, rippling between the sky and the sea.

Rust Madara Madara's jet-black anchor tugs out of the sea with splashes.

Accompanied by the raising of the majestic and huge sails, the flying black word "justice" was suddenly inflated, and the warship made a low and muffled sound, and began to move slowly, sailing out of the military port of the 321 branch.

At the railing on the side of the ship, Jiaji let out a mournful wail like a slaughtered pig, and waved vigorously towards the port with tears streaming down his face.

"Bye now!!"

"Miss Maria, Miss Yui, Miss Natsume, Miss Ayaka... and Mrs. Lore, Mrs. Scully, Mrs. Fix... When I'm not around, you all have to take good care of yourself!! Remember to give I write!!"

"I will never forget you guys!!"

Darren: ...

Drago: ...

"That...Major Kake has always been this...well, full of emotions?"

Drago asked twitchingly at the corner of his mouth, watching this scene in a daze.

Darren rubbed his temples with a headache, and Pain Mask nodded.

Then they saw Gion, who was covered in black lines, walk over murderously, grabbed the back of Kake's neck, and dragged him back to the deck after crying.

The warship sailed out of the port.

Darren has been standing on the bow, with his back to Branch 321, smoking silently.

"I'm leaving soon, why don't you say goodbye to everyone?"

Dorag walked up to him and asked with a smile.

Darren shook his head,

"It's not necessary."

His motto in life is to always move forward and never look back.

He has done this in the past ten years of his life, and he believes that he will continue to do so in the future.

"But that's not what they think."

Dorag smiled and patted Darren on the shoulder, then turned around and walked into the cabin.

"By the way Darren, the rest of the voyage is up to you."

Before Darren could understand Dorag's words, a hoarse roar suddenly exploded from the port of Branch 321 behind him.

"There are all of them!!"

"preparation……"

Boom boom boom! !

Countless deafening cannon shots were heard in the distance, resounding through the sky.

Darren was taken aback.

He pursed his lips and slowly turned around.

I saw that the port of Branch 321 was already filled with dense Marines.

They spontaneously formed a mighty military phalanx, which looked like layers of blue and white ocean from a distance, with reddish eyes and excited expressions.

The flying squirrel, wearing a colonel's cape, stood at the front of the crowd.

He stood there with his head held high, raised his hand to take off his military cap, took a deep breath, and shouted loudly with all his strength:

"salute!!!"

As soon as the words fell, tens of thousands of North Blue Marine soldiers raised their arms in unison, level with their eyebrows. The force was so fast that it even caused a large sound of wind and thunder.

They stared at the tall figure retreating with burning eyes, some of them already had tears in their eyes.

The world suddenly became dead.

Darren was stunned, and the corners of his mouth gradually curved into a complicated arc.

"Really..."

He murmured quietly.

He suddenly raised his head, his posture as straight as a javelin.

Raise your hand and salute!

A smile appeared on the flying squirrel's face, and he waved his hand neatly.

Rumble! !

On forts, warships, and military fortresses, countless heavy artillery spit out fire.

The sky-wide salutes soared into the sky, blooming with brilliant colors in the sky.

"Congratulations, Admiral Darren!!"

"Congratulations, Admiral Darren!!"

"..."

The cry of moving mountains and reclaiming seas surrounds the sky and the sea for a long time.

Amidst the cheers of countless Marine officers from North Blue, the warship quickly disappeared into the distant sea.

Darren didn't put down his hands until the outline of Branch 321 completely turned into a black spot on the sea.

He took a long puff of cigarette, suppressed the uneasy emotions in his heart, and walked slowly into the cabin.

"Dorag Rear Admiral, our route arrangement..."

Before he finished speaking, he froze there, his head covered with black lines.

I saw Dorag lying on the floor without any manners, sleeping soundly, making a dull and thunderous snore, with a bubble in his mouth that continued to expand and contract with his breathing.

Darren was silent for a while and laughed.

He finally knew what Dolag's words meant just now.

Darren shook his head and looked at the outside world through the cabin window.

The warship sailed into the distance, sailing through the undulating blue sea.

The white seagull jumped up from the mast, spread its wings and cut through the blue sky, flying wildly into the distance.

He clenched his fists.

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