This Navy is Rude

Chapter 117 Dear, let's go home

"Major Wagner will not die in vain, Brigadier General Hai Lan will definitely seek an explanation for him and his brothers."

After Wagner left a sentence and went to the ghost spider's warship, there was no more news. From the perspective of the four of Clark, it was probably more or less ominous.

"The two giants on the island are the two leaders of the giant soldier pirate group that offered a reward more than 80 years ago, right? Are they really the leaders of the giant clan? I think they are not as powerful as the giant lieutenant generals in the headquarters."

"It should be because they are all old. Perhaps because of this, the higher-ups did not continue to crusade against these two giants, because they are no longer a threat."

If more than 80 years have passed, the navy does not know that these two giant pirates are in the small garden, and no fool will believe it.

"Udi, Abao, thank you, if it weren't for the talent of your murlocs, we might have been wiped out this time."

"Hmph! I think you're overthinking it. I just think that the ghost spider major general is not pleasing to the eye. Maybe it's because there are many humans like him that we murlocs are discriminated against."

Udi proudly responded to Clark, and then looked at the two giants who were fighting together again because of the volcanic eruption.

For some reason, facing these two giants, Udi and Abao felt a sense of superiority in IQ for the first time...

……

"All kneel to me!"

Hai Lan shouted angrily, and more than 200 pirates at Whiskey Peak knelt down in unison towards the two rows of navy corpses in front of them.

None of these pirates had a backbone—because of those tough ones, even the corpses could no longer be preserved.

It took nearly two days, without sleep, to double-check the entire whiskey, but Hai Lan finally found that there were 11 people missing from the total.

Even though he killed some pirates and kept asking him repeatedly, he couldn't come up with a result in the end.

In the end, it can only be judged that they have been buried in the sea.

A bounty hunter hands over a stack of paper and a pen.

Hai Lan stepped forward, compared the navy roster in her hand, wrote their names on the paper one by one, and put them in their pockets.

"Hurry up, the pirates are over there, hurry up and surround them!"

The reinforcements sent by the Navy's g9 branch finally arrived at the scene.

But the scene at the scene surprised them for a while—why did all the pirates kneel on the ground instead of resisting?

"Report to Brigadier General Hai Lan, I am Colonel Stoun of the G9 branch, and I am waiting for your instructions at any time!"

Hai Lan's tone was very calm: "Have you brought everything I want?"

"Bring it. But what do you want so many urns for..."

Colonel Stoun was a little puzzled. If it weren't for the collection of urns, they wouldn't have arrived so late.

"Go ahead."

"What hand are you moving?"

"cremation."

"Oh... this subordinate understands..."

Seeing the corpses all over the ground, Colonel Stoun immediately came to his senses.

But soon, Hai Lan's voice came from behind him: "Tell your soldiers, what I want is cremation, not burning corpses. Cremation is to separate everyone, do you understand?"

"This..."

Stoun was a little embarrassed, "Then what about these pirates?"

"Dare to insult the corpses of soldiers, none of them can escape..."

Hai Lan's cold tone made Colonel Stoun feel a trembling for no reason, and he subconsciously no longer dared to ask: "Obviously... I understand."

Hai Lan originally wanted to transport the corpses of these soldiers back to the headquarters and bury them on an island near Mariejoa that was specially used to house the corpses of martyrs.

It's a pity that he is not Qingzhi. When he transports all these soldiers back to the cemetery, what he transports is not the martyrs, but the plague.

He had no choice but to be cremated.

……

"salute!"

brush!

Following Hai Lan's order, all the soldiers present raised their right hands to the urns of the martyrs.

Behind the navy soldiers, there are more than 200 pirates who have insulted the corpse of the navy.

The soldiers of the g9 branch have never seen such a solemn funeral ceremony.

In the past, when comrades-in-arms died, they died. They were either buried together or burned together. Only officers who died in battle would hold funerals.

Today, although those who died were not their comrades in arms, or even soldiers from their branch, looking at the neatly placed urns with each soldier's name on them, the words of the brigadier general of the headquarters echoed in his ears. The voice, in their hearts, always feels like there is an indescribable emotion.

"Fire the gun!"

Bang, bang, bang, bang...

The soldiers of the branch who gradually became more serious even began to move in an orderly manner. In the final firing ceremony, no one made mistakes in their busy schedule.