days in the world of pirates

Chapter 339: Lonely Finger (Seeking Monthly Pass)

Of course, Mo Sen didn't know all this.

Since parting with Hancock last time, Mawson has returned to the G-2 base with peace of mind to be his salted fish.

It seems a bit unfair to say this.

Because even if he is a salted fish, he is the least salty one among them, the kind who is not even willing to turn over.

There was only one thing that he cared about, and that was of course the names of the soldiers he wrote down in his notebook.

These people thought he would forget.

joke!

Of course he has forgotten it, he is not a grudge person in the first place!

Many people, including Smoker, can attest to this.

Of course, this won't delay you guys from getting to bronze...well, it seems like you are already bronze.

Then give it a good hammering!

Ahem... How could the sir play you? It must be a joke. The main purpose is of course to get you promoted to silver or even gold or higher.

After all, the great sword still needs to be tempered.

I didn’t realize that Galen, as the legitimate son of a family that could rival the royal family in Demacia, was trained as a soldier step by step, and the great sword became more and more powerful in the process.

Therefore, Moson was so strict with the dozen or so soldiers headed by Binz. This all came from the deep love of the commander Ba Ba!

It has nothing to do with how you guys roared all over the place after seeing Hancock.

Don't think about it this way.

Who in the entire HQ doesn’t know that Mo Sen is a male god in the HQ who never holds grudges, loves his soldiers like his own son, and has a gentle personality?

If you have any other thoughts that you shouldn't have, ask him about basketball... Bah, the old demon in his hand agrees or disagrees.

Therefore, with ten people as role models, all the soldiers in the base have been bravely voluntarily participating in this heated military training.

Every day, the soldiers were moved to tears by the officer's responsible attitude, and they wished they could run a hundred and eighty miles in one breath... It's strange.

Exercise requires science.

Just pretend he didn’t say anything!

Mawson doesn't blindly increase the intensity, because no matter how strong a person is, there will be a limit and he will eventually collapse.

In terms of talent among these soldiers, except for the occasional one or two who are slightly better, everyone is the boss and don't laugh at the second.

After all, those with truly top talents have already been picked out and sent to the recruit camp, and they will not be sent here by the Warring States Period.

So in fact, everyone’s limit states are not much different.

It just so happened that with Mo Sen's current strength and vision, he could easily train this wave of soldiers to their respective limits.

Needless to say, the benefits of this training method go without saying.

Of course, there are advantages and disadvantages. Such training will definitely put a heavy burden on the body.

But it doesn't matter. Apart from other things, his base must have enough funds, so he can work hard.

In this way, all kinds of logistics including nutrition, medical care and other measures can be kept up.

Therefore, in the twenty days before the transfer order from the headquarters, the overall temperament and strength of these half-new recruits have doubled.

Regarding this, Mawson said he was very pleased. After all, he had shortened the time he spent practicing and developing fruits during this period. He would cry to death if there was no effect.

The dozen or so individuals under his special care have made particularly great progress.

It can be seen that people's potential under pressure is endless. Sometimes if you don't push yourself, you really don't know how much torture and destruction you can endure.

Ahem...wrong, try again.

It should be that sometimes if you don’t push yourself, you will never know how good you are!!

Well, this kind of chicken soup has an authentic recipe and authentic taste.

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Inside the office of the base’s top commander.

At this time, Smoker and Derek Iron were both in the office.

Looking at the layer of ash in the ashtray in front of Smoker, it was obvious that he had been here for quite some time.

Regarding the transfer, Mawson had previously revealed to them that it would not make any difference to Mawson whether he would be transferred or not, but for them this was good news.

The paradise in the first half of the Grand Line has little pressure for them, and it is already difficult for them to improve their strength through actual combat. This is indeed not a good place for Drake Iron and others who are eager to improve their strength.

The New World is the best choice for them to improve their strength.

After all, if you want to awaken your domineering power, it is faster to fight in actual combat, especially if you challenge someone who is stronger than yourself. Generally speaking, the only way to get ahead is to continue seeking death.

Didn't you see, after the plot, the Straw Hats, who are trying to kill each other, made a push, shook the sky, the ground, and the air. In the end, their strength improved like they had achieved Kizaru's Shining Fruit.

Of course, this is only suitable for those who are desperate. Most people are trying to kill themselves in the process.

However, they have Mo Sen as their escort, so there is no need to be afraid.

"I don't know when Lieutenant General Gumil will come to take over?" Smoker was leaning on the sofa, still holding two cigars in his mouth. Looking at the way the cigars were just lit, you can tell how addicted this guy is to smoking.

Mawson withdrew his gaze from the window and no longer looked at the training of the soldiers on the playground. He turned and walked back to his position, "Oh, the distance from headquarters to here is not that fast for ordinary ships, so there is no need to rush and follow the steps.

It'll be fine if it comes.

It's up to you, from now on, we have to collect information about the places we are going to in the new world. The place we are going to this time is not simple. Only when you know yourself and your enemy can you want to fight or live in peace.

What's the matter? Smoker, you are so anxious to go to the new world, do you want to go to the G-1 base to meet Colonel Tina? It doesn't matter, I can give you a few days off then."

Smoker rolled his eyes at Moson, this guy is always so annoying, "Asshole, I didn't mean that. I told you that Tina and I are just friends."

Ain stood opposite, looking at the two naive officers with some amusement, and changed the subject. "Sir, don't worry, I have been collecting intelligence since I got the news."

Mo Sen nodded to Ain with a smile: "Our beautiful Ain is still reliable in doing things. He is not like a guy who has the ability to grow ancient fruits of the animal system. His mind is now full of muscles."

Drake: "..."

You've had enough of this bastard.

In the past, when you needed it, you called me Sweetie... Bah, when you needed it, you praised me all the time. Now that a beautiful adjutant has taken over the job, why don't you just forget about the old one?

"No, sir, thank you. I still have a lot to learn from Colonel Drake." Ain waved her hand, knowing that Mawson was joking.

Smoker had already filtered this sentence, put down Erlang's legs, sat upright and asked Mawson: "Speaking of which, are you still planning to select people from among these soldiers to join the direct-affiliated troops?"

It can be seen how attentive Mawson has been to these soldiers during this period, so he came up with this idea.

The current direct troops are led by Drake, and he has begun to become familiar with the lieutenant general's stuff in advance. Based on his strength, he may be promoted to lieutenant general in a few years.

"No."

Mo Sen shook his head, he had no such idea, "The training for them is just to give them a wave of benefits before leaving.

After all, I am the commander of the base, and even if I am about to leave my post, I must let them know how much I, as a commander, care about them."

Of course, it is impossible to select candidates for the direct troops from this group of soldiers. Ever since some of the soldiers under Mawson were separated, he has never thought of selecting anyone to join.

Especially now that he is entering the new world, although many soldiers want to join in, Mawson does not want these soldiers whose families are nearby to follow him to the new world.

It was not a friendly place for the soldiers below.

Anyway, the strength of his direct troops is enough, there is no need to add more people, unless he meets a guy he likes, he will suddenly...well, he will give a chance to join.

"Tch, those soldiers don't know what they are saying about you now." Smoker curled his lips.

"Are you jealous that these soldiers all worship me now and ignore you? I didn't expect you to be such a person, Smoker, you have changed!"

Smoker blew out a smoke ring, then stood up and decided not to continue talking to this bastard.

I'm so angry, this swordsman.

You can see this idea... Well, of course Smoker doesn't think so. He just simply doesn't want to talk to this childish guy.

Mo Sen smiled and said to Smoker's back: "Don't forget to prepare the transfer in advance, so that you can have more time to date Tina."

Smoker walked to the door without looking back. He raised his right hand with only one middle finger raised high.

Leaving behind a lonely figure.

Mo Sen scratched his head. It was said that the old demon was the most proficient in using this gesture. I don’t know when this guy Smoker learned it without saying a word.

Ain looked at Mo Sen dumbfounded. Sometimes he really couldn't understand the commander's brain circuit.

Call him unserious, but his stern face scares me to death.

Call him serious, but sometimes it makes me so angry that I want to go up and beat him up.

Of course, it is estimated that many people have this idea, but they dare not say it out, otherwise it will not be certain who will beat whom.

For example, Colonel Drake's time seems to have been clearly arranged by his superiors.

Well, even myself, because my superior often opens the back door, sometimes I want to beat him up.

He doesn't know how to show mercy to girls.

Fortunately, I'm used to it and don't think it's anything.

However, sometimes I feel that the two of them, Chief and Chief Smoker, feel inexplicably harmonious when they stand together, and I don’t know why.

Well, Colonel Drake got along well with them both.

Drake didn't know what was going on in Ain's mind. He also wanted to run away at this time. After teasing Smoker like a commander, it would be his turn next.

really!

"And you, Drake, I'm telling you, don't be like Smoker.

You and I are still very relieved. Although you usually keep silent, I know that your progress is much faster than Smoker's.

By the way, what are you going to name the child?"

Phew...

It was Ain. She couldn't hold back her laughter and almost made a pig noise.

Quickly cover your mouth.

Drake:(?Д?)ノ

How could it be possible to have a child so quickly?

No, he and Brigadier Gray are innocent.

"Well, sir, I'll go back and get busy first. I have a lot of things to do before I can be transferred."

Drake also turned to leave.