Chapter 105
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, fat and thin 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 thoroughly felt the enthusiasm from their colleagues in the Beihai Navy.
Dragon stood on the deck and sighed with a smile on his face:
"The soldiers of Beihai 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," Gion raised his eyebrows at the side, somewhat dissatisfied.
"How could it be? I am a navy man with strong faith."
Dragon chuckled, and as he spoke, he took out a box of cigars from another box of goods, took out one, lit it, and started smoking happily, narrowing his eyes in comfort.
Gion:...
Her teeth 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 aura of leadership. Coupled with his unique and innate gentle temperament, he has earned a very good reputation in the Navy. He is the general who 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 back is not a good habit."
Darren stepped onto the warship deck step by step, walking steadily, 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 and reluctantly saluted with a military salute.
"Commadore Darren."
When she was done, she just turned around and left.
Dragon touched the stubble on his chin and looked at Darren and Gion with interest, thinking that the relationship between the two 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 and looked 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 Beihai, where you have lived for so many years. How do you feel?"
Darren also 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 a twitching corner of his mouth, looking at this scene in a daze.
Darren rubbed his temples with a headache and nodded in a mask of pain.
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 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.
"I'm leaving soon, 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 is to always move forward and never look back. He has done this for 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.
Dragon smiled and patted Darren on the shoulder, then turned around and walked into the cabin.
"By the way, Darren, the rest of the voyage will be left to you."
Before Darren could understand Dragon's words, a hoarse roar suddenly exploded from the port of Branch 321 behind him.
"Everyone to your positions!!"
"Prepare..."
Boom boom boom!!
Countless deafening cannon shots were heard in the distance, resounding through the sky. Darren was startled.
He pursed his lips and slowly turned around. He saw that the port of Branch 321 was already filled with densely packed naval forces. They spontaneously formed a mighty military phalanx, which looked like layers of a blue and white ocean from a distance, with reddish eyes and excited expressions.
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 naval officers in the North Sea raised their arms uniformly, level with their eyebrows, and 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 silent. 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. He raised his hands and saluted!
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. The sky-wide salutes soared into the sky, blooming with brilliant colors.
"Congratulations to Admiral Darren!! Congratulations to Admiral Darren!!"
The cry of moving mountains and reclaiming seas surrounded the sky and the 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 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 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 there, his head covered with black lines.
He saw Dragon 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 then laughed. He finally knew what Dragon's words meant just now. Darren shook his head and looked at the world outside 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.