Chapter 7 The core decision-making level of the Navy
On the way from the military hospital to the Marshal's Mansion, Darren, who had been lying in bed for ten days, finally saw the current situation of Marine Fando again.
The ground in the military zone was still devastated. From time to time along the way, navy soldiers who were still injured stopped their patrols and saluted the four people with admiring expressions.
The collapsed buildings and military fortresses and other debris have been basically cleaned up by the staff, but the ground is still full of cracks and potholes, and what comes into view is an empty space that looks extremely depressed.
Only a few scattered buildings and the architectural framework of the military fortress were hastily erected in preparation for the next step of reconstruction.
This scene made Darren couldn't help but frown frequently.
This invasion of the Golden Lion caused much more serious damage than the war on top that Darren remembered.
At least half of the buildings in the military area were destroyed, and a lot of damage was done to the civilian area. Even the family's home was flattened by "meteors" falling from the sky.
Fortunately, because Zefa organized enough manpower to help civilians evacuate and take refuge as soon as the incident occurred, the casualties among all civilians were not serious.
Even so, you can see it everywhere on the land of Marinevando. The marines looked miserable, and many civilians stood blankly in front of their homes destroyed by the war with numb expressions and blank eyes, and even cried bitterly.
For the Golden Lion, this war was just a game he played on a whim, his revenge against the navy, and an outlet for him to vent his emotions.
But for the countless navy and people living in Marinefando, this was a disaster that caused them to lose their relatives, friends, lovers, and homes.
Facing this scene, even though Darren had developed an indifferent character in Beihai and was accustomed to war and pain, he felt a little heavy for a while.
"Damn Golden Lion, I will definitely settle the score with him!"
Kuzan gritted his teeth and clenched his fists tightly, with veins bulging on the back of his hands.
"The good Marinefando was destroyed like this... Damn it, if only I were stronger, maybe I could save more people!"
As the "double disciple" of two "old stubborns", Zefa and Garp, Kuzan naturally inherited their understanding and persistence of the concept of justice to a greater or lesser extent.
Rather than fighting against pirates, they believe that the more important thing for justice is to protect civilians and the younger generation of the navy.
Kuzan, to a certain extent, has passed down their concept of justice very well.
His eyes flashed with deep sorrow and anger, angry at the cruelty and tyranny of the golden lion, and even more hating that he was not strong enough.
Darren glanced at him, patted his shoulder and comforted:
"You have done a great job Kuzan. Without your ability, our losses in this war would be even greater."
This is indeed a fact. In order to prevent the floating island where the golden lion floated from falling into Malinfando, Darren used Yama to cut the island in half and let it fall into the sea.
But even so, the scale and volume of the island are too shocking. The sky-high waves set off after falling into the sea are powerful enough to completely submerge most of Marineland into a swamp.
If Kuzan hadn't used his Devil Fruit ability in time to freeze the sea water, the consequences would have been disastrous.
Kuzan hadn't spoken yet, but Sakaski on the side spoke calmly.
"War is always accompanied by casualties, this is inevitable."
His steps did not slow down at all because of the sad and desolate ruins in front of him.
"Instead of wasting time complaining and venting emotions here, it's better to plan what to do next."
Looking at Sakaski's cold and stiff back, Kuzan gritted his teeth and cursed:
"This cold-blooded guy!"
Darren said nothing.
Such is Sakaski's character.
He has completely tempered himself into a powerful and cold war machine, like a hard and cold cliff, indelible and unchangeable.
For him, emotions such as pity, sadness, sympathy, pain, etc. are unnecessary. They will only hinder the correct decision and affect the efficiency of killing enemies.
"The Warring States General has also been having a lot of headaches recently...the post-war pensions, the comfort of the wounded, the temporary shelter of the people, and the post-disaster reconstruction of Marineland...all the things are piled up at once, even the scientific and technical forces. Research funding has been cut a lot as a result.”
Porusalino seemed to be smoothing things over at this time, changed the topic, and said with a smile.
This guy's injuries have healed, his steps are light, and he looks as if he has never been injured.
"What about the government's military aid?" Darren asked.
Porusalino spread his hands with a playful expression:
"The Golden Lion killed a Celestial Dragon, and the news cannot be blocked. The Five Old Stars are probably furious now..."
"Marshal Kong has gone to the Holy Land Mariejoia to report."
Military expenditure has always been the biggest problem plaguing the development of the navy.
The Navy's military expenditures all come from appropriations from the World Government, and there is no other income. This also means that all actions of the Navy are subject to government orders.
This is a dilemma that has existed for hundreds of years, and there is no solution.
It is precisely because he is well aware of the trouble of being stuck in military expenses that Darren will use any means to make money in the North Sea and independently establish the North Sea Fleet.
The four of them chatted wordlessly and soon arrived in front of the central military fortress.
The Marshal's Mansion is here.
On the magnificent wall on one side of the central military fortress, there is a shockingly huge hole. Next to it, construction workers are repairing it with steel bars and wood.
This is the hole that was created after Porusalino was kicked away by the golden lion.
"Everyone, the hearing is about to begin. General Sengoku and others are already waiting in the conference room."
An orderly soldier in military uniform walked over quickly and saluted Darren and the four of them with his head held high.
Navy internal hearing.
This is an internal inquiry and review of newly promoted lieutenant generals by the Navy's decision-makers, and it is usually a formality.
There is a strict hierarchy within the navy. From the most ordinary handyman who is not even qualified to go to the battlefield, to the high-ranking admiral who is known as the "highest combat power of the world government", every rank is clear.
Each level of promotion is a huge improvement, representing greater power and higher status.
But only by entering the responsibilities of a lieutenant general in the headquarters can one truly be said to have entered the core decision-making level of the naval system.
The lieutenant generals, known as the "mainstay", are the core of the force that truly supports justice in the world.
Today, Darren will also have such an internal meeting.
Once passed, he will officially enter the ranks of the Navy's top brass, be able to participate in most of the Navy's core military affairs, have his own ship, an independent force, be in charge of branches of the Great Channel, and even be qualified to carry out legendary missions. Demon-slaying order.
Darren looked up at the magnificent and majestic Marshal's Mansion, his eyes unabashedly exuding the flames of ambition.
He knew that after today, the door to the navy's highest power would slowly open a gap for him.
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I have to lie down and use my mobile phone to code, hahaha.
