Pirate’s Brood Order

The dark muzzle of the gun is chilling and depressing; the cold wind blows, and the withered and yellow leaves flutter down, sprinkled in the center of the dojo, inexplicably quiet.

Yarlin held up the words of peace, and the blade pierced the wooden stake inch by inch, and slowly came out through the body, and the broken pieces of the wood fell on Sauron's forehead.

Yarlin held the handle of the knife in his hand, his eyes were full of intriguing luster, he looked at Koshiro and said: "Being able to teach such a brave and fierce swordsman must also be able to temper a batch of usable swordsmen for me. Sword."

Koshiro remained silent.

Yarlin shrugged his shoulders, took a step back slowly, loosened the handle lightly, and quietly inserted Hedao into the stake. He calmly stared at Koshiro, waiting for the other party's answer.

Koshiro gently supported the mirror frame, and the hair bound by a rope at the back was slightly lifted by the wind. He took a deep look at Yarlin and said, "I will do my best."

"Very good! In a few days, I will select a batch of marines and send them to the Yixin Dojo. I will trouble the owner to sharpen them carefully. I won't bother you today." Yaerlin turned around and headed towards the outside of the dojo. Walking, the navy behind him quickly retracted their guns and lined up neatly behind them.

"Name!" A hoarse and dry voice came from the ground, and Sauron struggled to get up from the ground, holding the handle of the knife with one hand, leaning on the stake tremblingly, and said word by word: " Navy, your name!"

At the entrance of the dojo, Yarlin stopped for a while, and then the figure that didn't look back gradually faded away. Only a soft name floated into Sauron's ears with the wind, and it seemed to echo in the sky of Yixin Dojo, and it didn't disperse for a long time. go.

"Arlin!"

Roronoa Zoro remembered this name in his heart.

Some students in the Yixin Dojo seemed to be out of strength at this moment, kneeling on the ground one by one, with a little fear in their eyes, and some showed inexplicable yearning, and suddenly had the idea of ​​​​wanting to join the navy.

"Second Lieutenant Yarlin, another great hero has appeared on the East China Sea..." Koshiro looked at the messy dojo, and had a premonition in his heart that he would hear this again in the near future. The name, maybe not only himself, but the entire East China Sea will soon resound through this name.

Koshiro sighed, he walked towards Zoro, gently stroked the other's head, wiped the sawdust off his forehead, and said in a deep voice: "Failure is the best temper, it will tell you where the mountain ahead is! "

Sauron stood up wobbly, with tears overflowing from his eyes, he pulled out Hedao Yiwen with his last strength, wiped off the blood on it, and inserted it back into the scabbard inch by inch.

"Heal your wounds and leave, this sea is huge." Koshiro finally told Sauron solemnly: "That navy is not actually a swordsman, so there is no need to challenge him again, but Sauron you You must not be obedient, so remember, before you are strong enough, don't commit the same impulsiveness as today!"

"Put the sword in the sheath, forbear, sharpen, this is also part of the sword!"

"I see!" Sauron held the sword tightly, and walked towards the house hobblingly.

Koshiro looked at a group of dojo disciples in a trance, without saying much, he understood that today's scene also had a huge impact on them, and would have a profound impact on their future.

The era of great pirates is cruel. People born in this era are eager to be strong and follow the footsteps of the strong. Although Koshiro dislikes some practices in that navy, he cannot deny that the second lieutenant Yarlin is exuding all over his body. The posture and breath of the strong.

The wind on the sea was as violent as ever, and the reflection of the warship pressed against the sea to form a huge blackness. Yarlin stood at the bow, and Jiagu was carefully helping him to wrap the bandage. The scarlet blood stained the bandage red. Erlin's face was slightly pale, but his eyes were even more stern and menacing: "The owner of the Yixin Dojo is not a simple person."

"Huh?" Jiagu was taken aback. He didn't realize that there was something unusual about the smiling owner, but the ferocity of the swordsman named Roronoa Zoro surprised him a bit. Fortunately, the other party was still in Yar Lin was defeated.

However, since Yarlin said that the other party is not simple, Jiagu absolutely trusts Yarlin's judgment, and he immediately asked, "Should someone be watching?"

"Oh~ no need, I can't keep an eye on it." Ya'erlin sneered and said, "Turn back and take 50 marines worthy of training from the branch and send them to the Yixin Dojo, so that the owner of the hall can help us refine and polish them. "

As soon as he spoke, the warship slowly sailed away from the pier, and soon disappeared from the sight of the coast.

"Go back to the branch?" Jiagu asked.

"Don't worry, we have to give our lieutenant Bellumebo a little more time to ferment." Yarlin waved his hand, beckoning to Kaba, who had been frightened from the beginning just now, he couldn't see through the ensign of the navy more and more, but I just feel that the senses brought to me by the other party are getting more and more awe-inspiring.

"Don't be nervous, I won't punish you again with the mistakes you have already been punished for." Yarlin's retina showed a countdown, and he always glanced at it from time to time recently, and then he looked at Kaba and said: "You Come and lead the ship, let's go to Colored Stone Island."

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Four days later.

Navy 153 branch.

In the gloomy and cold interrogation room, Tang Na, who was wearing a non-commissioned officer's uniform, was locked on an iron chair. His forehead and eyebrows were covered with blood. Abnormally creepy and exudes a strange smell.

"Say, why did you just choose Yarlin to be my follower at that time? Was it planned long ago?" Belumeb looked sullen, since he was convinced that everything was carefully designed by Yarlin , Bellumebo's whole body seems to be broken, exuding a cold and surly aura.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Lieutenant Belumber?" Donna spat out a mouthful of blood dregs from his mouth, his throat seemed to be smoldering, and his voice was extremely hoarse.

"Are you still talking hard!" Bellumebo pulled Donna's bruised hand on the table, took out a small knife from his pocket and put it on his little finger, and said harshly: "He was just a recruit at the time, he How was it manipulated? And who are the members of the organization behind those masks?"

"Say it, and I'll forgive you, otherwise..." The more Belumeb interrogated, the colder his heart became, and there were too many doubts. None of the non-commissioned officers spoke. What did Yarlin do to make these non-commissioned officers not even afraid of death?

"I don't understand what you're talking about, Lieutenant Yarlin, Lieutenant of Belumebo, he saved your life, how can you doubt him..."

Click!

The little finger was cut off, and Tang Na's voice stopped abruptly, replaced by a shrill scream...

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