Pirates: Green Bull Marshal

"There isn't even a sentinel ship around this island, so we were allowed to come here like this?" Vidal looked at the empty sea and expressed his confusion.

"Didn't you say that the Germa Kingdom is a country that is proficient in war? Why are the security measures so negligent?"

Standing beside him, Sengoku looked at the island that was beginning to become chaotic, and said softly, "Because they have full confidence in the concealment of Owendo Island."

"In this case, don't you think it's even more strange that there are several boats patrolling back and forth outside the island?"

After hearing this, Vidal suddenly understood. Isn't this the so-called three hundred taels of silver here? Then the question is, how did the World Government and the Navy know about this place?

Is cipherpol's investigative ability really that terrifying?

"Get ready to land, Vidal." Warring States raised his hand and patted Vidal on the shoulder, saying: "This is your first mission, do a good job."

"Don't worry, teacher, I will definitely bring Vegapunk back intact." Vidal promised with a light smile.

"Well, besides Vegapunk, also pay attention to the kid from Vinsmoke's family. After all, he has a special identity." Warring States reminded, at this time, he really assumed the identity of the teacher.

"Ok"

After saying that, Vidal turned around and walked to Rosinandi, squatted down and touched the little boy's cheek.

"Are you going to fight?" The boy's face was full of worry.

"Don't worry, I will be back soon. Then we will go home together and take you to meet your future family and brothers."

Vidal set up a banner for himself very confidently. He wanted to prove that as long as he was strong enough, no matter how big or high the banner was, he would not be able to hit him.

"Okay, go back to the cabin. You are not allowed to come out before I come back. Do you understand?"

"Okay" Rosinandi nodded obediently, then looked at Warring States on the side, turned around and trotted away.

Vidal stood up, restraining all the gentleness on his face at the same time, looking at Owendo Island with a stern expression.

Is he the most elite war expert in the world? Let him have a good look at this time.

Five minutes after Owendo Island was within the range of the naval gun, fifteen sophisticated artillery pieces were fired from the side and began to bombard the periphery of the island.

They are providing fire cover for the navies who landed on the island.

At this time, small boats filled with sailors of all levels swarmed out from inside the warship, and in a blink of an eye, the entire sea was filled with figures on the ships.

On Ovindo Island, one minute after receiving a large amount of shelling, twelve forts rose from the ground and launched a fierce counterattack against the navy.

There was no communication between the two sides. When they met, there was thunder and fire, and they directly greeted each other with cannonballs.

Among the cannonballs flying randomly in the air, there are always some who don't know whether they are lucky or the gunners on the island are accurate enough.

With a graceful arc, he precisely found those unlucky boats.

It would be nice if there was an expert on the ship who was good at lame kicks or could chop cannonballs with a sword, but if they were all big-headed soldiers, they would basically have to wait until they were born before they could survive.

According to the common sense in the past, this is the case, but this time the sailors found that the situation was different.

For those small boats that were unable to intercept the shells, at the moment when everyone closed their eyes and waited to die, a thick semicircular wooden ingot wall rose from the bow to firmly protect them behind.

Even if the cannonball explodes, except for some deafening sounds and the shaking of the boat, there will be no casualties.

"This...this is..." A marine slowly opened his eyes and looked at the wooden wall that blocked his sight in surprise, but quickly retracted into the wooden wall inside the ship.

"This is Lord Vidal's fruit ability."

"No, that's right. Colonel Vidal's ability is to control trees. I bought two mung beans from him before."

"Damn, how can you get so much money and give me one?"

"roll"

On a small boat that was just like everyone else, Vidal listened to the shouts of "Long Live Lord Vidal" that were heard loudly around him, and the corners of his mouth turned up involuntarily.

Behind him stood ten school officers all wearing justice coats, among them were majors, lieutenant colonels, and even colonels.

But everyone willingly followed behind this overly tall man.

Especially when they saw that this man saved all the boats and successfully landed on the island without any loss, their eyes were full of admiration.

But Vidal didn't see this, because he was recalling the conversation with Sengoku yesterday.

"teacher."

"What's wrong"

"I have a doubt and I want to ask you for advice."

"Oh, this is a good thing, tell me."

"I'm thinking about this mission, why can't you lead our group of generals to attack the island?"

"This will not only significantly reduce the casualty rate, but the mission efficiency should also be much faster."

He really thought so at the time, a general led them to fight up, let alone a small Owendo Island.

It would be useless even if Vinsmoke Gaji moved the entire Germa Kingdom here.

A thermal weaponized army comparable to modern times

Ha ha.

After fighting in the navy, no one here will die, believe it or not

However, at that time, Warring States smiled, put down the pen in his hand, and said, "You think you are thinking about the grassroots sailors?"

"of course."

"Believe it or not, if you really do this, those sailors will not only not be grateful to you, but they will hate you."

"How is this possible? I am ensuring their safety."

"Then where did their military success come from?"

"What did they use to improve their military rank, and what did they use in exchange for the opportunity to improve their strength?" Sengoku's series of rhetorical questions made Vidal stunned.

"Do you know how an ordinary sailor can be promoted to the school level or even the general level step by step?"

"You can use your military merit to upgrade your rank to a level where you can access the Sixth Form of the Navy, or even reach the level of Haki, or you can use your military merit to go to the Devil Fruit Management Department to exchange for the fruit, so that you can have extraordinary abilities."

Vidal still remembered that after saying these words, Sengoku's expression became very serious and serious, and at the same time, there was a color of memory in his eyes.

"You have to know that before you, there was no such place as a special training camp."

"I, Garp, Ahe, and Zefa all fought on countless battlefields with the guns and knives in our hands."

"Even my Big Buddha Fruit and Ahe's Washing Fruit are all obtained through earned military merit."

Hearing this, Vidal immediately understood that although his thoughts ensured the safety of the sailors, they were also blocking their promotion path.

Even if this road is covered with the corpses and blood of their comrades in arms, they will choose to bite the bullet and go forward, betting that they can be the one who kills the bloody road.

Then become a non-commissioned officer, a lieutenant, a colonel, a general, and become a powerful person...

"So we, or you, just need to do what you are responsible for, and don't meddle in the battle of the people below."

"Of course, if you have the skills to take out the responsible opponent quickly, then you can cover them appropriately, but it's better to let them take out their opponents themselves."

"Is this the so-called principle of fighting against generals and soldiers against soldiers..." Vidal murmured to himself.

"yes"

"So after landing on the island, don't worry about how the sailors below are fighting, just concentrate on doing your mission well."

The memory came to an abrupt end here, because the boat under his feet ran aground, and Vidal, who came back to his senses, took a last look at the sailors who were bravely charging under the artillery fire and bullet rain.

He has done everything he can do for them, and he just needs to have a clear conscience.

"Let's go, leave the frontal battlefield to them, we will raid the center of the island from the side and complete the mission."

"Yes"

As soon as he finished speaking, the eleven people disappeared on the boat without a trace, leaving it empty and drifting with the waves...