Although Gary grew up very quickly during this period, even the first mate of the Blood Anchor at the time, Krulru, who was holding a scimitar, did not dare to fall into the siege of sailors, let alone Gary who was bare-handed.

Thirty people is really beyond his limit.

Seeing Ivan rushing into the battle circle, the already enthusiastic veterans couldn't remember that he was a candidate officer and the superior of all of them, so they immediately separated a group of people and rushed towards Ivan.

Gary, who had already received a few punches and kicks, had Alvin join in to share the pressure, and his firepower was fully activated in an instant. According to Alvin's previous teachings, he constantly moved on the deck to create a local force advantage, and only faced up to three people at a time.

If there are more than three people, they turn around and run away, which is a vivid expression of guerrilla tactics.

"boom"

"Ouch"

The overwhelming force knocked down these veterans one by one.

Needless to say, Ivan's agility is his specialty. Even during a siege, he can easily find an opening to kill his opponent on the spot.

Ivan pinched a veteran's wrist and twisted it gently. The moment his movements were deformed due to pain, he punched him in the ribs, instantly losing his fighting ability.

"ah"

The veterans who fought with them all screamed in agony, but in fact they were not seriously injured. Ivan and Gary specifically targeted their weak spots. Although the pain was so painful that it could make people faint, they would be fine after a night's rest.

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A group of people who were in the middle of a melee, no, it should be said to be a one-sided "massacre", did not notice that a tall middle-aged man wearing a school officer's uniform and a large cloak had been watching them from the poop for a while.

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"Young people are so energetic!" Captain Geer, the captain of the Silver Wing, who had returned to the ship at some point, sighed.

Colonel Geer is a tall, middle-aged man with short gray hair. Standing upright on the poop, he looks like a towering cliff that has stood on the seaside for hundreds of millions of years. Even rough waves cannot move him at all.

During his service career, as long as he was on the ship, the crew members would feel extremely at ease. Even if they experienced the most dangerous weather, they all believed that he could lead them back to the voyage.

Seeing that both sides of the fight were well-measured, Captain Geer didn't want to interfere too much. Competition in the army is not a bad thing. After he really goes to sea, he will not let these guys still have such strong energy.

"Chris, let the winning side be responsible for throwing the losing side back into the cabin and cleaning the deck at the same time. That's it." Geer ordered the bosun behind him and turned around to return to his captain's cabin.

"Yes, Your Excellency! By the way, this is the list of people who have been added today. Do you want to take a look?" Chris, the boatswain who did not wear a sailor's hat but a blue turban, saluted and handed Geer a few letters with written letters.

Full list of people with names and brief introductions.

"Okay, leave it to me, thank you for your hard work, Chris." Geer took the page, turned around and left the poop.

Returning to his captain's cabin, Geer felt slightly absent-minded as he listened to the faint sounds of the young men's angry fights still coming from outside.

He raised his head and glanced at a portrait hanging in a prominent position in the captain's cabin.

A two-masted expedition ship is sailing on the sea through the wind and waves. The sky is a little dark and the wind and waves are strong, but there are two energetic young people on the ship who don't care about the weather. They are holding hands and pointing to the distance with great interest.

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One of them is tall and has gray hair. He is obviously what Colonel Geer looked like when he was young. The other one is slightly shorter, with brown hair and black eyes. He does not look like the mainstream appearance of the Phaletians, but looks like some of the Illian minorities from the neighboring country.

physical characteristics.

But just by looking at the painting, you can tell that the two have a very good relationship, and their nationality is not an obstacle. What's more, they both belong to the Tulip Alliance. For hundreds of years, both the upper class and the private sector have been intermarrying frequently, and they no longer belong to any one group.

The country’s unique racial characteristics.

"Old friend, if it hadn't been for the accident, your son would have reached the age to join the army, right? Will he be like those energetic brats outside who always fight? Will he learn from you, who already has the courage to give to his beloved?

Did the girl write a love letter? Haha"

"No, no, if you were all still alive, you would definitely not let him join the army. You would only let him inherit your expedition ship and continue to be a great explorer, just like us back then, right!

You said that this is the blood of explorers flowing in your family's veins, and I know it, Furman Garriott!"

I was touched by the playfulness of young people, and remembered my old friends and good brothers who shared the same goals but died young.

After a long time, Geer looked away from the painting and slowly opened the list of recruits that had been on the table for a long time.

Dim Spark, 20 years old, five years of military experience, serving on the battleship "Sunflower", gunner, evaluation: excellent

Oliver Judd, nineteen years old, three years in the army, serving on the battleship "The Rock", rigging hand

Geer carefully read through the pages. He found that his criteria for recruiting people had already been submitted to the Logistics Department. These people did meet the requirements, but they did not have the kind of talents that made people shine.

"Gary Farman, fifteen years old, recruit (second overall score in the boot camp), rank: late trainee knight."

Geer's eyes lit up. A late-stage trainee knight could already be trained as the backbone of hand-to-hand combat. Even on a battleship, there were never too many such talents who had already embarked on the path to transcendence.

Why don’t the militaries of various countries cultivate extraordinary troops on a large scale? In addition to the external factors mentioned before, a person’s qualifications, the compatibility with the extraordinary path, and later training resources and other factors make this idealized method ineffective.

Operability.

As for whether Gary was born with a physique of 0.7 and did not get it through knight training, he has no idea.

Geer was satisfied and continued to look down.

"Evan Garriott, fifteen years old, Warrant Officer"

Just looking at the name, Geer's heart felt as if he was struck by lightning, and he stood up. Just a moment ago, he was remembering his old friend and his heirs, but the next moment he saw this familiar and unfamiliar name, what happened to him?

Don't lose your composure?

Then he pinched his eyebrows in a funny way, was he still the same Ger Cowper who could face landslides and tsunamis without changing his expression?

"It should just be the same name. After Furman died of illness, his territory was invaded by a group of bandits due to an accident.

The Furman children all died in the turmoil, and I went to see them. Later, the town manager collected their bodies and erected tombstones, and they were buried in the same cemetery as the Furmans.

I even paid the town manager a fee to take care of the cemetery, just a few years ago."

"Are they really gone?"

Some strange mutterings echoed in the captain's cabin, gradually becoming deeper and deeper.

The fight was over. Boatswain Chris followed the captain's instructions and asked the two winners, Alvin and Gary, to clean up the deck that they had soiled.

Then he returned to his room next to the captain's cabin.

Today I accompanied the captain to the naval base for a day to deal with matters. It was already evening, and he was going to take a rest and go ashore in the evening to find a place to have a drink.

"Chris!!!" Suddenly a loud shout rang in the bosun's ears. He jumped up as a reflex reflex, turned around and rushed out. The captain would not call him in this tone unless there was an emergency.

bang

"Your Excellency, Captain!" Rushing into the captain's cabin, the boatswain unexpectedly discovered that nothing serious seemed to have happened.

The expression on the face of the captain, Colonel Geer, was not serious. Instead, there was an expression that I had never seen on his face before. Was that anxiety?

"Take me to this recruit's room, immediately! Immediately!" No matter how slim the possibility was, Geer didn't want to let it go.

"As you command, Your Excellency!"

Chris saw the name "Evan Garriott" at the end of the list. Although he didn't know what happened, he could not question the captain's order.
Chapter completed!