Chapter 105
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Half a day later, boxes of supplies and baggage were carried onto the warship under orders from superiors. The marines from the headquarters were happily carrying various supplies and were in full swing. The freshest fruits, various dried meats and cans, and even fine cigarettes and whiskey. Coming from the navy headquarters, they had never seen such a wealthy naval branch, and they truly felt the enthusiasm from their colleagues in the Navy.
Dragon stood on the deck with a smile on his face and sighed. "The soldiers of the North are really too polite."
He took out a pack of senbei from the goods, tore it open, and ate it, making a crisp crunching sound.
"Brother Dragon, don't be corrupted by that guy Darren with sinister intentions," said Gion, raising her eyebrows in dissatisfaction.
"How could it be? I am a navy man with strong faith," Dragon chuckled. He then took out a box of cigars from another box of goods, took one, and lit it. He started smoking happily, narrowing his eyes in comfort.
Gion bit her lower lip. "Darren, that bastard!"
Brother Dragon is the most dazzling genius and representative in the navy. As a biological bloodline of heroes, he has an impressive presence and a unique, innate gentle leadership temperament. He has earned a very good reputation in the Navy as the general whom the senior leaders of the Navy Headquarters unanimously believe will definitely become an admiral.
Gion could not tolerate such a perfect person being infected by Darren's depraved and corrupt lifestyle.
"Major Gion, speaking ill of others behind their backs is not a good habit," Darren said, stepping onto the warship deck with a steady gait, looking at Gion with a half-smile.
Gion snorted coldly, turned away, and said nothing.
"What's wrong? Have you seen your superiors not saluting?" Darren smiled.
Gion's face froze. She turned around reluctantly and saluted with a military salute. "Brigadier General Darren." Then she turned and left.
Dragon touched the stubble on his chin and looked at Darren and Gion with interest, thinking that their relationship was a bit weird.
"That's how Gion's character is, but she's very talkative. It's obvious that she still recognizes you," Dragon smiled, looking at Darren.
Darren shrugged and smiled nonchalantly. "It doesn't matter; I don't take it to heart."
Dragon nodded and smiled again. "How are you? You are about to leave the North, where you have lived for so many years. How do you feel?"
Darren lit a cigar for himself, looking calm. "People always have to look forward. Besides, it's not like I'll never come back."
"You see clearly," Dragon smiled and shook his head.
"Set sail!" At this time, the loud voice of the messenger sounded, rippling between the sky and the sea.
The rusty black anchor was dragged out of the seawater, bringing out splashes of water. As the majestic and huge sails rose, the black word "Justice" with flying dragons and phoenixes suddenly swelled up. The warship made a low muffled sound and began to move slowly, sailing out of the military port of the 321st branch.
At the railing on the side of the ship, Kake let out a mournful cry like a slaughtered pig and waved vigorously towards the port with tears streaming down his face.
"Goodbye! Miss Maria, Miss Yui, Miss Natsume, Miss Ayaka... and Mrs. Lorre, Mrs. Scully, Mrs. Fix... you all must take good care of yourselves while I'm away! Remember to write me letters! I will never forget you!"
Darren: ...
Dragon: ...
"Um... Has Major Kake always been so...well, emotional?" Dragon asked with the corner of his mouth twitching, looking at this scene in a daze.
Darren rubbed his temples with a headache and nodded in agreement.
Then they saw Gion, who had black streaks on his head, walking over with murderous intent. He grabbed Kake by the back of his neck and dragged him back to the deck, leaving him in a mess of tears.
The warship left the port.
Darren had been standing at the bow of the boat, with his back to Branch 321, smoking silently.
"Why don't you say goodbye to everyone?" Dragon walked up to him and asked with a smile.
Darren shook his head. "No need."
His motto in life was to always move forward and never look back. He had done this for the past ten years and believed he would continue to do so in the future.
But that's not what they thought. Dragon smiled, patted Darren on the shoulder, then turned and walked into the cabin.
"Oh, by the way, Darren, the rest of the voyage is up to you."
Before Darren could understand Dragon's words, a hoarse roar suddenly exploded from the port of Branch 321 behind him.
"Everyone, attention!"
Preparation…
Boom boom boom!
Countless deafening cannon shots echoed through the sky. Darren was startled. He pursed his lips and slowly turned around.
He saw the port of Branch 321 filled with a dense crowd of naval forces. They had spontaneously formed a mighty military phalanx. From a distance, it looked like layers of blue and white ocean, with red eyes and excited expressions.
Flying Squirrel, wearing a colonel's cape, stood at the front. He stood there with his head held high, raised his hand to take off his military cap, took a deep breath, and shouted with all his strength:
"Salute!"
As soon as the words fell, tens of thousands of naval officers in the North Sea uniformly raised their arms, level with their eyebrows. The force was so immense that it created a loud sound of wind and thunder.
They stared at the tall, retreating figure with burning eyes. Some already had tears in their eyes.
The world suddenly became silent.
Darren was stunned, and the corners of his mouth gradually curved into a complex arc.
"Really..." He murmured quietly.
He suddenly raised his head, his posture as straight as a javelin, and raised his hands in salute.
A smile appeared on Flying Squirrel's face, and he waved his hand neatly.
Boom!
On forts, warships, and military fortresses, countless heavy artillery spit out fire. Sky-wide salutes soared, blooming with brilliant colors in the sky.
"Congratulations to Admiral Darren! Congratulations to Admiral Darren!"
The cry of moving mountains and reclaiming seas surrounded the sky and sea for a long time.
In the farewell of countless naval officers in the North Sea, the warship quickly disappeared into the distant sea.
Darren did not lower his hands until the outline of Branch 321 turned into a black spot on the sea. He took a long puff of his cigarette, suppressed the uneasy emotions in his heart, and walked slowly into the cabin.
"Rear Admiral Dragon, our route arrangement..."
Before he finished speaking, he froze, his head covered with black lines.
He saw Dragon lying on the floor without any manners, sleeping soundly. He made a dull, thunderous snore, with a bubble in his mouth that continued to expand and contract with his breathing.
Darren was silent for a while, then laughed. He finally knew what Dragon's words meant earlier. Darren shook his head and looked at the world outside through the cabin window.
The warship sailed into the distance, navigating through the undulating blue sea. A 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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