Two months later.

The great waterway, the white-earth island of Baldigo, is an area of ​​yellow sand and rocks. The mines and water sources in this place are on the verge of depletion. At first glance, there are buildings that seem to be half-buried by wind and sand.

It was a khaki building complex. From a distance, it seemed to be surrounded by mounds and bunkers of different heights. Inside were rotten and disembodied building wreckage, and the exposed rusted steel shelves were rough on the outside. The iron and tent are welded together, and there are bright lights coming out from the back of the tent.

In the sandstorm are some soldiers with cloth towels wrapped around their hair to cover their mouths, goggles on their faces, and flintlock muskets on their shoulders. Some uniform letters can be vaguely seen on their backs. It means "revolution".

On the top floor of the building, in a room that looked a little drowsy with the windows sealed and welded with iron sheets, the burning tobacco was snuffed out to show the stubble on his cheeks, he coughed twice and said in a hoarse voice: "Alex's cadre has exceeded There has been no news for two months, and it is very likely that an unexpected situation has occurred."

A man sitting at the corner of the table sighed: "Alex? A small country in the East China Sea. I remember that country's attitude toward our revolutionary army."

"I'm afraid I've already died," the revolutionary army cadre standing in the corner interjected, his voice was a little indifferent.

There was a brief silence, and a trace of grief appeared in the depressed atmosphere. For the revolutionary army, it was normal for the revolutionary army to hear the news of the death of a companion lurking outside.

Bass!

The burning match lit the shredded tobacco and took another sip in his mouth. The man who started talking looked at the smoke in front of him: "The world government regards us as a thorn in the side of the revolutionary army. Although we overthrew the rule of some countries, it is far from enough. In order to shake the rule of the world government, and Alex is one of the very few countries that may be inclined towards our revolutionary army..."

"So what's the information you received recently?"

"Alex seems to have had a coup d'état. The prime minister who was originally close to our revolutionary army was liquidated and imprisoned on the charge of collaborating with the revolutionary army's rebel party, but now it is impossible to determine whether the cadres of the revolutionary army were really exposed, or It's just an excuse for the coup, none of this can be confirmed, but there seems to be a shadow of the navy behind it, and, recently, some information from the East China Sea has been passed back, all vaguely pointing to a name, and it has a close connection with the navy, which makes me very I care, so," he put out the cigarette butts and said solemnly to the two cadres in the corner: "Dio, Mick, I need the two of you to go to the East China Sea, there are two things to be clear."

In the corner, two men, one tall and one short, stood up from the base of the wall. The tall man was unusually burly, and his bones made a sound like rocks colliding. some.

"The first thing is to find out the truth of the Alex incident; the second thing is a naval organization recently established in the East China Sea..."

"The Navy Club?"

With a cigar in his mouth, gray smoke came out of his nostrils and blew toward his short silver hair. On the black windproof lenses was a card of the Navy Club. Rotating in mid-air, circles of white smoke strangely wrapped around the card.

Smog, the ability of the natural smoke fruit, is directly subordinate to the colonel of the headquarters. place.

"Is there any problem with this naval club? Colonel Smokey?" Dusky's fingertips lightly pressed the old-fashioned glasses.

"In a club of the East China Sea Navy, its members are basically naval colonels from various branches. In theory, it belongs to a private organization within the Navy. It does not violate the terms of the Navy. After a while, the smoke solidified in mid-air and turned into a palm. He clamped the card between his **** and said with a smile: "I've been in Rogue Town for a long time, I'm a little bored, I want to go out for a breather."

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It has been nearly two months since the death of Colonel Forbigan. The Naval Club held a funeral for Colonel Forbigan and the deceased sailors. At the same time, the number of members of the Naval Club has exceeded 70, which means that nearly half The East China Sea Naval Branch has joined the club, and Yaerlin's reputation in the entire club is also rising.

The club's charter has become more complete, and the membership criteria have also become stricter. Club members have changed from the application system to the recommendation system, that is, new members must be recommended by old members and pass the club's review~www. lightnovelpub.net~ and must be approved by more than 5 secondary members to join.

It is worth mentioning that due to the death of Fubigan and Hati, the second-level members were once reduced to only 5 members. Fortunately, some members reached the points and passed the review, and were promoted from the first-level members to the first-level members. Second-level members, and by coincidence, three of the five newly promoted second-level members were colonels who were rescued by Yaerlin. Out of gratitude and trust for Yaerlin, they expressed their love for Yaerlin. Any initiative proposed was voted in favor of without hesitation at the meeting.

The seemingly democratic voting system and loose club organization have begun to gradually approach Yaerlin's words, and the structure and class of the internal organization are also approaching and improving step by step according to Yaerlin's conception. Closely approaching, from the platform of exchange of interests to the aggregate of bundled interests to complete the transformation.

Branch 153 of the Navy Club.

In the innermost cell of the prison, Lipa holds a flat-bottomed bowl in her hand, and she scoops out gruel with a spoon in her hand and feeds it to Colonel Monka, who is lying on the bed.

After feeding the last porridge, Ripa stood up with the bowl and was about to go outside. Suddenly, Mengka's eyelids trembled slightly, Ripa's face was stunned, and she stood there staring intently. Zhu Mengka's eyes suddenly opened, and the bowl in his hand smashed to the ground with a bang.

Taking a deep breath, the dry and hoarse voice sounded like a severe throat injury: "You are... Lipa, where am I?"

"Colonel Monka, are you awake?" Lipa squatted down and picked up the broken bowl on the ground, in order to hide the shock on her face, her knuckles clenched the edge of the broken bowl because of excessive force The entire finger was eerily bluish-white.