Burn, burning!

Although I don’t know why, just Zefa’s words made the training ground completely ignite!

Compared to now, the previous movement is simply a small fuss!

These "new recruits" not only used killer moves indiscriminately, but also attacked them specifically in the deadly places.

Dalmesia can even see that someone can use the six-style physical technique in the training ground, and there are also several familiar faces in it.

Crazy, this must be crazy!

The newly arrived naval soldiers all looked shocked.

Dalmesia turned her head dullly.

"Teacher Zefa, this is not..."

"Do you miss it very much? Dalmesia."

Zefa grinned.

Dalmesia laughed dryly: "Haha, I miss it very much. Teacher Zefa, don't you have to do it to this level, right?"

Missing? That's really missing.

Dalmesia will never forget the hellish recruiting period.

If he wants to summarize this kind of training, it will be just two words, outrageous!

The training mode called Death Realm is famous for simulating the life-and-death battle on the real battlefield to the greatest extent. Because this kind of training is extremely risky, recruits will lose their lives if they are accidentally killed, so they have always signed up voluntarily.

Later, for some reason, this training method was removed from the Navy and replaced by a more peaceful training method.

Dalmesia didn't expect that one day she would still see this kind of training method for recruits.

Zefa glanced at Dalmesia: "Dalmesia, this kind of training method is what the boys strongly requested, and it has nothing to do with me."

"What I asked for?"

Dalmesia looked confused.

"Dalmesia, have you forgotten why you volunteered to participate in the Death Training?"

"I?"

When Dalmesia heard this, she felt a moment of trance and her memory was pulled back to more than 20 years ago.

"Your name is Dalmesia? Why do you come to participate in the Death Training? You should know that in this training mode, no one can guarantee your safety, life and death are possible."

Zefa, who was in his prime, asked the young Dalmesia with the roster.

"Report to Instructor Zefa! There is only one reason, I want to become stronger! I am not a genius, and I have nothing to fight except this life!"

The young Dalmesia has a firm will.

Zefa asked again without expression: "Why are you so eager to become stronger?"

"Because I no longer want to watch my companions die at the hands of the pirates helplessly! If I am strong enough, I can protect them!"

Dalmesia's answer without hesitation made Zefa smile.

"Accompany, recruits!"

"yes!"

...

The picture stopped and came back to his senses. Dalmesia couldn't help but feel a little relieved when she looked at the "new recruits" in the training ground.

"It seems you're remembering it."

Zefa smiled and looked at Dalmesia. It seemed that his disciple had not forgotten his original intention.

"Make you laugh at Teacher Zefa."

Dalmesia said shyly.

He could actually say "Don't do it to this extent" so frivolously, which was an insult to the navy in the training ground.

Zefa patted Dalmesia on the shoulder and walked in the wrong way to the naval soldiers following Dalmesia.

"I know you came here from thousands of miles to join the new navy. Did you see it? So did they."

Zefa pointed to the training ground.

"I don't know what kind of intention you used to join the Navy, but now, if you want to join the new Navy, the first thing you do is to be aware of me!

A guy without a firm stance and strong perseverance, please give up the idea of ​​joining the new navy as soon as possible!

This is not a place to play house!

No enlightened guy, here is not needed!”

Zefa said without any tactfulness, not afraid of scaring these people away.

After saying that, Zefa turned around and entered the training ground, leaving only a group of silent naval soldiers and Dalmesia whom he missed deeply.

"Teacher Zefa said it well. It is better for those who are not enlightened to leave as soon as possible. You have seen the training process. If you are not careful, it will be really fatal."

Seeing the naval soldiers he brought down his head and kept silent, Dalmesia felt that he should say something, even if his words would become the last straw, crushing the last psychological defense of these naval soldiers and making them run in vain.

But so what?

Compared to losing a part of your body or even your life during training, and dragging your companions back on the battlefield. Now retreating is not necessarily a good thing for these naval soldiers.

"Okay, Dalmesia, let them think for themselves. Let's go, I'll take you to a place and you can see the place where Marshal Lingye who is back."

Dougman patted Dalmesia on the back.

"good."

Dalmesia agreed, took Ace, who was handcuffed by Hailoushi from the navy soldier, and then followed Dougman to leave.

In the training ground, the sound of fists hitting each other never stopped. As the people in front of them were getting up from the ground again and again, they felt that their hearts were sinking to the bottom.

They just stood there, neither leaving nor talking.

Until the training staff welcomes lunch break.

Someone saw someone he had known and subconsciously spoke when the other party passed by.

"Col. Smoger."

Smog stopped and took a sip of the cigar when he heard the sound.

"What's up?"

Smog was not blind, so of course he had noticed these naval soldiers from Marinfando long ago.

"Col. Smoger, aren't you already a colonel? Why are you still..."

The man said hesitantly.

"Col. Haha, soldier, do you know what it feels like to be your friend and companion die before your eyes because of the enemy's strength?

If you are too weak, you can't protect anything."

Smoger left after he said that, without saying a word.

It was not until only the only gang of naval soldiers from Marinfando were left around that someone finally spoke.

"What should we do?"

Obviously, the words of Zefa, Dalmesia and Smog made some of them shake.

When they decided to leave Marinfanduo, they were really excited and full of energy. Not everyone could keep their enthusiasm and energy.

Just when the atmosphere was about to become silent again, a person walked out of the crowd without saying a word.

"Rack, what are you doing?"

Someone asked.

However, the navy named Rick did not speak, but just buried his head and walked towards the direction where Smog and others left.
Chapter completed!