Pirate General Wenhu

Chapter 134 You Only Have Four Catties

Tang En squinted his eyes. He didn't know the meaning of this number, but there was no doubt that from today onwards, these four numbers would accompany him for a long time and become the code name of their team.

"The number has come down, but our team is still insufficient."

"After becoming a general officer, he has great freedom and can choose his own way of existence, that is, stay in the headquarters to serve, or join a certain lieutenant general, and moreover, become a fleet member like Commodore Tang En leader."

"There is no doubt that General Zefa hopes that Tang En can become a general in charge of his own affairs, so he directly pointed out this point for you."

Following Pat's words, Tang En suddenly realized.

He felt strange, there were many major generals in the headquarters, why he needed to organize a team, lead the team himself, and be the leader.

"We all know that Tang En, you are the disciple of General Zefa. Since he has asked you so, then you must do your best."

"One thousand soldiers, not more, but not less."

Pat said in a deep voice, his tone serious.

"But where should people recruit?"

After getting along for a period of time, Tang En and several people are already very familiar, so there is no need to shy away from asking bluntly.

"Although the few of us don't have any positions or military ranks, we still have some connections."

Looking at each other, Ruilong said with a smile.

They are not very old, they are all around 30 years old, and being able to serve as general officers means that they are all young heroes with great potential.During his naval career over the years, he has naturally accumulated many personal connections.

"Leave this matter to us!"

Sai Muen finally said with a smile.

Tang En was taken aback for a moment, then nodded.

After all, these veterans are still very powerful. This matter is very troublesome for him, but for these six people, it may not be a problem at all.

A person's power is limited after all, but if it is a group, there are many things that can be done.

Before departure, perhaps, it is really possible to gather a thousand elites!

In the blink of an eye, six days have passed since the day Tang En found Pat and the others.

When night fell, Tang En looked at the huge phalanx standing neatly in the base square with awe-inspiring faces, and felt emotional in his heart.

Under the joint attack of six people, the thousand elites were really managed by them.

And tomorrow is the departure, and the second half of the journey to the Great Channel will also be the beginning of Twain's arrival on the big stage in this world.

That night, Tang En thought a lot in his mind. He recalled the past and looked forward to the future. He couldn't calm down for a long time, and finally suffered from insomnia.

In the early morning of the same day, Mary Joa was in the middle.

"What are you doing here again?"

The middle-aged man in the brocade robe looked at the person and asked with a frown.

"After all, we are a family. Brother, you don't want to dislike me like this, do you?"

The purple-robed man approached with a few steps, sat across from him unceremoniously, then picked up the grapes on the table, threw them into his mouth, and swallowed even the skins.

The middle-aged man ignored him, just looked down at the documents on the table.

"Aren't you going to ask me what I'm doing today?"

The man in purple robe said with a grin.

"Speak up if you have something to say, and get out if you have nothing to do."

The middle-aged man said coldly.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's really ruthless."

The purple-robed man clicked his tongue twice, then spoke suddenly.

"Twain has become a brigadier general, and killed Si Qiang not long ago!"

This purple-robed man was none other than St. Babo Carlos. He hurried back to his family after dealing with the matters concerning Tang En from the World Government.Of course, what he was most curious about was the expression of this mysterious and unpredictable elder brother.

"brigadier?"

Sure enough, in the next second, Babo Carlos saw his elder brother's face change slightly, and his lowered head suddenly raised.

"He was able to kill Si Qiang!"

The murmured words came out from the middle-aged man's mouth. Faintly, Barbokaros seemed to notice that there seemed to be a light shining in the other's eyes.

To be honest, when he saw this incident just now, he was also taken aback.

I don't know when the Tianlong people have never been synonymous with power. They have already gone another way, and they represent more of the supremacy!

Relying on their own strength to personally deal with the enemy, such a method is very low in their worldview!

On the contrary, what they want to see more is the huge sense of accomplishment of easily crushing someone to death with their own power and status.However, during the long process of change, the Tianlong people forgot that when they first stepped onto the altar, it was precisely this kind of power that they held in their hands.

"Did you intervene in it?"

After a few breaths, the middle-aged man suddenly raised his head and stared at St. Babo Carlos.

Being stared at by this elder brother, the pressure on his face made Babo Carlos stunned, and his scalp felt numb.

Compared with the wind and rain he has experienced in power, he still looks immature.

"Those stupid nobles, if they want to kill Tang En, I can only do it!"

Muttering in his mouth, Babo Carlos carefully observed the other person's facial expression.

Although the two brothers often quarreled and disagreed because of their power and personalities, they belonged to the same family after all, and the same blood flowed in their bodies.

"You did the right thing! His foundation is still unstable. Although he was kicked out of the family by me, he is no longer a member of the family."

"But he is still a Celestial Dragon, with our blood flowing!"

"Those noble wastes want his life, it's impossible!"

What Babo Carlos didn't expect was that the elder brother actually agreed with his behavior.

He couldn't help but be a little surprised. This elder brother would firmly oppose any of his decisions.

After finishing speaking, the middle-aged man stood up abruptly, his eyes flickered, and he became thoughtful.

St. Babo Carlos didn't dare to disturb him. After the other party became serious, he was also very afraid of the invisible majesty.After all, when I was young, the other party would beat my ass if I disagreed.Recalling at this time, the two white buttocks on the back are still aching.

After a while, the middle-aged man suddenly said.

"His identity cannot be revealed, at least, try to control the scope of news outflow."

"Also, please remember that in the future, you are not allowed to touch him without authorization."

With a stern tone and cold eyes, Sacred Babocaros shuddered, and then nodded hastily.

"I have ordered those nobles not to disclose it, they dare not speak nonsense."

The middle-aged man nodded: "Go!"

"Also, this time you helped Tang En without authorization, I forgive you, but next time, I will not be polite!"

"That kid is no longer a member of our Ross family, and anything he does in the future has nothing to do with us!"

Babo Carlos Saint nodded again.

Then, the two separated.

At noon, on the coast of Mary Gioia, an extremely luxurious and huge ship slowly set sail.

In the center of the big boat, on a seat trimmed with gold silk, the man in purple robe was half lying comfortably.

"Hehe, nephew Tang En, I heard that you are going to go to the second half of the Great Channel?"

"Before we leave, let you and my uncle and nephew meet briefly!"

Muttering, St. Babo Carlos took a sip, sucked the juice from his mouth into his mouth, and looked forward again.

"I'm really curious, how you look now!"

"I still remember when I hugged you that year, you were only four catties."

For his elder brother's words, Babo Carlos Saint really went in his left ear and out his right ear.

(End of this chapter)