I, Sakazuki, Will Not Take a Dog Easily

Delaying retirement is such a sensitive matter that even Sengoku, who is a general, dare not touch it, not to mention that some of these veterans are troops that were dispersed during the battle with pirates-these veterans who were physically and mentally traumatized Most of them chose to avoid the heart-piercing pain by retiring. How to reunite them has always been an important problem plaguing the Navy.

Unexpectedly, Sakaski answered without any hesitation: "Yes."

He turned his head and looked at the silent Warring States: "But I need the best weapons, the best warships, and the best treatment."

The wise general naturally understood what Sakalski was referring to, and he frowned imperceptibly: "Is the best welfare for the members of the expeditionary legion? How about the strength of the army gathered by benefits and interests, Sakalski You should know it in your heart."

Although it is indeed ingenious to start with the contradiction of the low income of naval soldiers and officers after retirement, the Warring States Period is not at ease about the future of such an expeditionary force that comes for profit.

"Can you guarantee that this requirement can be met?" Sakarski reconfirmed.

"Although I can't promise a substantial increase in the monthly allowances received by all navies after they retire, I can still apply for additional monthly supplies of ordnance and warships for a regiment with a size of 30,000 people." Warring States bit Gritting his teeth, he gave Sakaski a general reply.

But this is the limit of what he can help. Within his scope of authority, let this expeditionary force have the best weapons and warships and the highest priority.

However, the extra monthly allowance for the 30,000-strong special corps is by no means a small amount, and it is not a huge amount that a general can decide.

"Do you think Wu Laoxing will pay the bill?" Sakaski asked softly. The time of dealing with Wu Laoxing in Warring States is definitely longer than him.

Also more familiar with each other's style.

Warring States shook his head: "You have a good idea. They have already allocated 30% more than usual military expenditures every month to expand the navy headquarters' armaments. You have to think of other ways for this lucrative plan."

"Are the military supplies?" Sakaski narrowed his eyes, as if thinking of something, "If I can get enough military supplies, can all the 30% of the extra military expenses be allocated to the Burning Legion?"

157. Life goes on and things go on

Warring States did not say a word, he knew what this meant.

But there was no other way, he was silent for a moment, and said vaguely: "Don't let me down, Sakaski."

This sentence obviously approved Sakaski's plan in disguise, but it was also a veiled warning.

Karp looked at the two people who made a deal without saying anything. As a senior veteran, Iron Fist Karp climbed up from the bottom to the top of the headquarters step by step. He also knew how the treatment of officers at all levels was. How many ex-servicemen will be attracted by this perk.

"When will it start?" He looked at the steady young and strong general.

Sakaski turned to Warring States: "It depends on when the military expenses will be allocated. Although the various tasks of the Legion are still on paper, with the full cooperation of the headquarters, it will take less than half a year to complete the construction. The basic system of an expeditionary force."

"The rest is the recruitment of the first batch of expeditionary troops." Warring States itself is in charge of supervising finances, and he knows this well in his mind. "When you returned to the headquarters from Fishman Island, it happened to be the year of 1503. After nearly half a year of training, the military expenses will be allocated to you next year at the latest, which is the beginning of 1504. But, "

General Zhi was a little puzzled: "It's okay to rely on high subsidies to attract this, but how to re-schedule their extinguished fighting spirit?"

The lord of the legion turned his gaze to the distance, which was the direction of the sea: "I will let them all know what they are."

In East China Sea, Keke Yaxi Village, a woman with a slightly tough hairstyle stared out of the window, which is the direction of the sea: "I have decided, I want to return to the army."

"Hey, hey!? What are you getting nervous about, Bermel! You decided to retire on your own! What are you going back to do?" Jian, wearing a police cap on his head, said, "I'm afraid you have a brain hole." " looked helplessly at the woman lying on the window sill.

The woman known as Bermer has beautiful wine-red hair, but the sides of her hair are neatly shaved, leaving only a short layer of hair at the temples. Anyone who has served in the navy in the East China Sea knows that it is a popular hairstyle in the army.

She turned her head and looked resolutely at Jian, the policeman in this village: "I plan to join the Burning Legion."

This ordinary-looking, not to mention Kongwu powerful garrison was stunned. He finally realized that the bad girl in the village seemed to be serious this time: "Are you kidding!? Bermer! You just came from the battlefield Got a life back!"

He didn't know what was the reason for the retired navy who escaped death to make such a plan: "Stop messing around! Didn't you just pick up two children? Huh?! Wild boy is only three years old, Nami Still in their infancy. What will they do when you leave?"

The female navy who had experienced the war was in a trance. Even if she forced herself to forget the scene of that day, it still appeared in the depths of her dream time and time again.

The navy does not end with victory all the time. The smoke of gunfire is still hovering over the ruined walls, and there are dead navy soldiers everywhere. Those are her comrades in arms.

Hai Hai's corpses were densely scattered along the street, and she woke up from a coma, but she was worse than dead.

All of them are dead. Everyone, partners, comrades-in-arms, are all dead. Death whispered to her, dying, that the sailor was going to die like her comrades, like those fellow sailors who were lying in a pool of blood—in this devastated battlefield.

But there was someone alive, a girl with purple hair, the child was walking aimlessly among the rubble with a baby younger than herself in his arms.

The badly wounded Bermer looked at the baby girl, who was still in her infancy, and she was smiling,

Smiling so innocently, the baby girl had no idea what was going on.

Belmer firmly believed that it was fate that brought them together.

Supporting her body, the female navy wrapped the two children in a coat. She didn't know how she walked back, but she only knew one thing: "If she died, it is absolutely impossible for those two innocent children to die in the scorched earth." The town survived."

It was these two young lives that gave her the desire to live and gave her endless motivation.

Bermer's expression was gentle, a gentleness that she had never seen with her childhood sweetheart Jian: "I will not abandon them, regardless of life or death."

"Then why are you going to that shit army!" Ah Jian couldn't help jumping.

"You also know that the navy in the East China Sea doesn't have any allowances for retirement, and that meager retirement fee is a little bit reluctant to support a person." Bermel held a circular that had just been cut from a newspaper in his right hand.

She held the piece of paper tightly in her palm: "The Burning Legion formed by the Navy Headquarters is recruiting experienced veterans from all over the world to re-enlist."

She smiled at the somewhat thin garrison: "It has the highest allowance for sailors in the world, and sailors are allowed to bring their families to the small naval yard."

"You mean?" Ah Jian's tone trembled.

"Well, I plan to join the Burning Legion. In this way, the children can live better. They will spend their childhood with children of the same age, and they can also buy their favorite clothes and skirts."

"Are you crazy? God knows what kind of monsters you have to fight with such a generous salary from that legion! It looks like a business with your head on your pants! You will die! Bermel!" Jian growled , trying to dissuade this woman from her crazy ideas.

"But my family can live and live well. They don't have to live a hard life with me like now. I can't even afford their clothes, so I can only let wild boys wear my old clothes. And in the future When Nami grows up, their life will be even more difficult." Bermer's tone was firm: "The Legion still has generous pensions, and my military age and qualifications have just reached the standard line."

Time passed in the blink of an eye, and Sakaski, who was busy with the construction of the legion in Marlin Vandor, was so tired that he finally remembered to call Lindeman in Elbaf in the New World to ask about the latest situation.

"Fox! Say it again? What did Polusalino say about the legion he led?" Sakaski said in a displeased tone, and asked on the phone the capable subordinates currently recruited by the yellow ape.

The fox's aggrieved voice came from the phone: "This year is the middle of 1504! Lieutenant General Sakaski! The only call you made to me in half a year was actually to ask me this!! And Polusali Didn’t Lieutenant General Nuo just tell you personally?”

"Stop talking nonsense, what is it called!" Sakarski was not affected at all.

"It's called the Watcher of the Temple." Lindemann still said the name of the coalition forces of the Giant Troop and the Naval Science Corps.

Sakaski nodded kindly: "Okay, I order you to return to the headquarters, Polusalino can handle his affairs by himself."

Why is he the leader of the most evil force in the universe, but that wretched greasy middle-aged man is carrying the banner of justice! Sakalski felt a heavy blow deep inside.

"Yes!" The coat behind the fox almost flung out the shape of its tail.

"Wait, Sakaski was a little puzzled when he was about to hang up the phone: "Didn't Polusalino be blocked by that genius scientist before? How did he organize the Naval Science Corps?"

"Lieutenant General Polusalino said that this is the opponent that the world government [convinced] with him." Lindemann lowered his volume, as if pointing.

Sakaski naturally understood what this kind of [persuasion] was, and asked directly: "What is the charge against Vegapankro? I need this person to help the expeditionary force design the most advanced weapons. "

The fox glanced at Polusalino's strange eyes beside him, hesitated for a moment, and handed the phone bug to the client.