One Piece’s Strongest Ice Dragon

The next day, Marine Fodor, Navy boot camp.

A ray of morning light rippled across the sky, and a half-red sphere was exposed between the clouds.

Today was Loya's first day in the navy, so he rarely got up early, nibbling while running with a bunch of buns.

Anyway, if you don't need money, it's better to eat more.

On the way to the playground, the recruits who were in a hurry on the side of the road couldn't help but take a few more glances.

"This man is so good!"

"Is he that Loya? I heard that Lieutenant General Mole brought it back."

"It should be him... Be quiet. Yesterday, he was kicked into the air by Lieutenant General Mole with a fist, and he smashed through the armor of the warship. It seems to be another monster."

"Uh-huh."

The news of Loya joining the navy has spread, after all, the goal of the warship that was returned to the factory for refurbishment is too big. At first, everyone thought that Lieutenant General Mole met an attack at sea, but only after careful inquiries did they find out the reason, and Loya's name also spread.

Loya doesn't care about their discussions. As a traveler, he still has the illusion of watching 3D movies.

At this moment, Loya has also figured out the time point. It is now the sixteenth year of the Great Voyage Age, in 1516 of the Haiyuan Calendar. There is still one year before Ace goes to sea. Shrinking in Windmill Town to prepare for the sea.

I trot all the way to the playground, where a lot of recruits have gathered.

While nibbling on the last bun, Loya glanced at his colleagues around him.

"Bearded? I don't know."

"Blonde sea horse? I don't know either."

"The guy with the two swords...still don't know him."

After a circle of exploration, Loya swallowed the last mouthful with confidence, it was great, it was all tricks!

The dragon suits are good, all the dragon suits mean that he will not encounter any messy things, and he can practice under Zefa with confidence.

Soon, a person dressed as an instructor came to the playground. Seeing that the rank should be a major general, he shouted loudly to the recruits: "The seventh team! All assembly!"

The recruits who gathered slowly when he appeared heard the order and quickly ran together, standing in several columns. Loya didn't know where to stand, but fortunately, the number of recruits was not very neat, and there were still two vacancies in the last row, so he hurried over and stood up.

There was an opening remark, and then the instructor turned to his side and saluted to the right: "General Zefa, the seventh team of the recruit battalion, all should be 53 people, and there are 53 people, please instruct!"

Loya heard the words and looked, sure enough, in a corner of the grass in the playground, Zefa in a purple suit appeared there at an unknown time. The recruits on the playground also saw him at the moment, and the formation was chaotic.

"That's General Zefa, so excited!"

"Yeah, I actually saw General Zefa with my own eyes!"

"Hey, what do you mean by General Zefa coming to the boot camp today? Isn't he generally only in charge of the training of the elite camp?"

"Probably because of that..."

"That thing? Could it be!"

Hearing the humming sound in the team, the major general officer's face darkened and roared, "Silence!"

The chaotic team just now fell silent, and the recruits held their heads high and did not dare to make trouble.

At this moment, Zefa also walked to the front of the team, looking at the energetic recruits in front of him, he frowned vaguely. Although most of the recruits who can enter the Navy Headquarters training are the children of naval officers and have laid a good foundation since childhood, the recruits in recent years are far from being compared with the previous ones in terms of strength and temperament. .

But now is not the time to express dissatisfaction. Today he will take the time to come to the boot camp, just to see that good seedling and announce the incident by the way.

"I'm here today to inform you of one thing,

Presumably some of you already know that, yes! The annual elite assessment of the boot camp is about to begin! "

Whoa!

Although there was some speculation, everyone was still very excited when they heard Zefa officially announce the news. It was an elite battalion, and once they graduated, they were all lieutenants with the lowest rank!

They are recruits in the headquarters, but if their strength is not enough, it is not impossible to become a first-class soldier after graduation. Soldiers who don’t want to be generals are not good soldiers. As a member of the navy and army, who doesn’t want to climb to a higher position, and joining the elite battalion is a shortcut, enough to save them years of hard work.

"Quiet! If there are more talkers, everyone will run 100 laps on the playground!" The major general instructor stood up again to maintain the order, and this time he also took out the unique punishment method of the army, sitting in a row!

All of a sudden, even if someone who can't keep his mouth wants to speak, the guys around him will immediately "help" him shut up.

Zefa looked at this scene expressionlessly, and waited for the team to calm down again before continuing: "However, don't be too happy! The elite assessment is also called the actual combat assessment! In other words, you need to face the real The enemy, who survived the battle of life and death, only the best of them can join the elite camp, understand?"

"Yes!" The voice was weak, and it seemed that many recruits were frightened by the word "survival" by Zefa. Seeing this, Zefa frowned impatiently, and shouted again: "I didn't eat breakfast! I ask you, do you understand?"

"understood!"

This time, his voice was much louder and neater. No matter what he was thinking, he couldn't provoke Zefa now, or else he wouldn't have good fruit to eat later.

How could Zefa, who had brought countless new recruits, couldn't see what this group of guys was thinking, but he didn't explain, nodded, and turned to leave. But he didn't go too far, just sat on the second floor on the opposite wall, watching the recruit training through the glass window.

The actual combat assessment is really so terrifying, to the point of talking about the survival rate?

of course not.

Although the navy is a fighting force, it needs to fight against pirates to the death, but it is not a cruel underground arena. It is only possible to pursue the elite of one hundred or one thousand miles, how can it cause a large number of new recruits to die.

The first actual combat assessment of the recruits is generally to send them to the small island where the navy breeds beasts, hunt those beasts, and judge the pros and cons according to their performance. Moreover, the island is full of surveillance phone bugs, and there is at least one general among the accompanying instructors, so safety can be guaranteed.

The purpose of this is to let the recruits see blood. Only after they have really seen the blood, will they change from being a hoax who only knows how to bury their heads and train hard, to a soldier who can fight with pirates, with real swords and real guns.

At that time, it will not be an actual combat assessment, and the word "assessment" should be removed.

But there is no need to talk too much with the recruits. Once they are guaranteed and lose the fear of death, how can they become independent soldiers? The flowers in the greenhouse can't stand the ravages of wind and rain, and the soldiers who don't know what death can't bear the name of the navy.

The Navy Headquarters is not a nursing home.

......

Immediately after Zefa left, the training began. First, everyone ran 200 laps around the playground. This is the daily routine of the seven squads of the boot camp.

The playground of the boot camp is very large, and it is a full two kilometers in a circle. After all, there are seven teams of recruits here. If it's not big, how many hundreds of people would they need to train in batches?

The seventh team that Loya is in is the last team, and only the last team will be dissatisfied with the staff when standing in the queue. But this last position is not divided according to strength, it is simply divided into groups according to the order of joining.

Thanks to the nine-year compulsory education, Loya has mastered the proficient long-distance running skills. He did not take the lead by relying on his physical strength, but maintained the rhythm of three steps, one exhalation, three steps and one inhalation, and kept in the middle of the team neither fast nor slow.

Dozens of laps ahead, gradually someone behind him overtook him, but he was unmoved, as long as it wasn't the last. At the critical point of 100 laps, a small number of recruits began to fall behind, and were gradually overtaken by him.

In the last 50 laps, Loya maintained a constant speed, surpassing one recruit after another, and came to the front of the team. There are not many guys who can maintain the lead at this time, only two or three.

"That's good physical fitness!" Loya looked at the guys around him with admiration. After running for so long, there was no extra movement in his body except for heavy breathing, and he stepped on every step very steadily.