Another World: Naval Storm

The young men were envious of the might of the Talen Navy. Looking at those old cruisers that traveled all over the world relying on the prestige of the Talen Empire, they wondered if they would fight against each other one day, and where they could hit to sink them more accurately and quickly.

[System personal panel loaded]

[Please check, Commander]

Name: Leo Sivens

Age: 20

Position: Cadet of the Drak Empire Naval Academy

Rank: Private (Reserve Officer)

Skills: None

Record: None

Title: None

Merit value: None

"System, to be honest you are a bit crude."

[Commander, please do not slander the system]

[The strong should constantly strive for self-improvement]

[Only the weak rely on external things]

"Your sister, what use is there for you when you have nothing? And you reply three times to every one I say."

[The system has more features, please stay tuned, Commander] Leo was dismissed with just one sentence.

Leo, who was resting in a shady place, was grabbed in his sleep and pushed onto the deck, surrounded by smiling crew members.

Instructor Bates wore a funny blond wig and held a small wooden gavel in his hand, looking like a Tarrant chief justice.

"Ahem, be quiet!" The wooden hammer kept hitting the table, signaling everyone to be quiet.

"Is this the tadpole? The slimy tadpole." Leo finally remembered that this was the ceremony that every sailor had to go through when crossing the equator for the first time. When crossing the equator for the first time, they would be accused of being tadpoles, and the judge would be the sea god Neptune dressed as a crew member. By sacrificing a tadpole, the ship would not sneak across the equator, and could sail safely on the sea in the future.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

"That's him, Leo boy!"

"Hahahaha!" the people around echoed.

Baze pointed at Leo and said, "You've been accused of being a tadpole. What do you have to say?"

Leo announced loudly: "Today we cross the equator that divides the world. The great sea god Neptune needs a sacrifice from us. He wants a tadpole, a sailor who has never crossed the equator before."

Then the people around rushed over, stripped Leo naked except for his underwear, and threw him high out from the deck.

The other students were already craning their necks above the sea, waiting for the unlucky Leo.

"Look, Leo is coming down too."

"He is the slowest, otherwise we would have gone back earlier and wouldn't have to soak for so long." Someone complained.

"Oh my god, there are fish biting my butt."

"Look, what a big splash, haha."

****

In mid-November, the Leon stumbled into Dar es Salaam, the capital of German East Africa.

In the past, East Africa was not taken seriously at all. Only some missionaries and merchants from the Drak Empire lived freely in this vast land. Mercenaries helped them manage and suppress the local natives, and they paid some symbolic taxes to the empire every year.

Emperor William envied the wealth of the Kingdom of Talen and the abundant output and market of the colonies it controlled, and wanted to redistribute the colonies from Talen. Unfortunately, the comparison of strength temporarily extinguished his idea of ​​forcibly seizing them.

Since one way is not feasible, let's try another one. The empire began to develop the original colonies on a large scale, sending officials to take over the local ruling institutions. Large-scale immigration was carried out, but unfortunately the people in the country did not seem to be very enthusiastic. As of now, there are less than 200,000 people living in hundreds of thousands of square kilometers of land in East Africa. The empire's army, navy and police headquarters all sent a small number of soldiers to suppress the resistance of the local indigenous people. The capitalists also saw the opportunity and invested a lot of money in the colonies.

After nearly a month of sailing, the trainees have become accustomed to the bumps on the ship, and they still feel a little uncomfortable suddenly going ashore.

The captain smiled as he looked at the instructors and trainees who were lined up waiting for orders.

"I-command-free-action!" His repeated words made people very anxious, but unfortunately the captain seemed to enjoy his little prank.

"Oh!"

"Long live!" The cheering people got off the boat arm in arm to have fun. At this time, there was no distinction between instructors and students, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

"Leo, would you like something to drink?" Vasir changed into casual clothes and found him.

"Great!" Leo turned to his nemesis, "Nikolaus, do you want to join us?"

Nicholas frowned and looked very conflicted.

Leo and the other man shrugged and ignored him. When they reached the side of the ship, Nicolas finally couldn't resist the temptation to get off the ship and hurried over.

The Drake Empire entered East Africa very recently, and the Drakes began to establish settlements in East Africa in 1868. The then Consul General in East Africa signed a protectorate treaty with the local king, officially incorporating East Africa into the protectorate and making it one of the few colonies of the Drake Empire.

As the capital of German East Africa, Darsalam was not well built and was only slightly larger than towns in the empire itself. The Drakens had been operating it for more than 20 years but had not achieved satisfactory results, with only investment but no profit.

The whole city was built along the harbor. There were not many brick and stone houses, but mostly thatched houses of the indigenous people. Occasionally, you could see a few Gothic churches. There were indigenous people on both sides of the road, women carrying children on their backs, indigenous men smoking, and no trace of modern civilization could be seen on them. Sometimes the indigenous people would stare at Leo and his party, and their numb eyes made Leo and his party feel a little suffocated.

There are many bars in Dallas Salaam, and people from all over the world fill the spacious space, making it difficult to find a seat.

The Talens liked rum, the Flins and Franks liked wine, and the Draks preferred beer. Although alcohol was a necessity in the army of this era, it was not always available, and the smell of alcohol in the tavern stimulated their alcoholic genes.

"Boss, five large glasses of beer." Vasir shouted to the boss at the bar.

"coming."

Leo and Vasir drank the first cup, feeling refreshed from head to toe. Nicolas was probably not used to this kind of environment, so he just took a few sips.

Suddenly, the sound of sirens echoed throughout the city of Daras Al-Salaam. The sharp sirens quieted the entire tavern. The situation was urgent. The officers of the defense force left the tavern in a hurry with grim faces.

"What happened?"

"I do not know!"

"Have the Zulus rebelled again?"

"possible!"

"The Zulus should be taught a lesson. The Talens killed so many Zulus, but they still behaved themselves. The Empire is still too kind. We should learn from the Talens."

"Bullshit, those are human beings! The Talens killed millions of Zulus. Do you also want to be an executioner and kill so many people?"

"Bullshit, Zulus too?"

"You scumbag!" As they were talking, the people in the tavern started fighting.

"Leo, Nicolas, keep drinking. It's just a rebellion of some indigenous tribes. It's no big deal! It happens every day on the continent of Felix. Let the army worry about it. That's their responsibility." Vasir was about to ask for some more wine.

"No, let's go back. Maybe the defense army will need the help of the navy. Naval guns are much more useful than the army's small firecrackers." Leo felt that their first battle in life was coming. Nicolas put the gold mark on the table to show his attitude.