Although Gary had grown very quickly during this period of time, even Crewe, the first mate of Blood Anchor, did not dare to be surrounded by sailors with a scimitar, let alone Gary who was unarmed.
Thirty people had already exceeded his limit.
Seeing Elvin rush into the battle, the hot-blooded veterans did not remember that he was a reserve officer and their superior. Some of them immediately rushed towards Elvin.
Gary, who had already suffered a few punches and kicks, instantly went all out with Elvin joining in to share the pressure. According to Elvin's teachings, they constantly moved on the deck to create a local advantage. At most, they would only face three people at a time. More than three people, they would turn around and run. This was the embodiment of guerrilla tactics.
"Bang —"
"Ouch …"
They took down the veterans one by one with irresistible force.
On Elvin's side, agility was his specialty. Even if he was surrounded, he could easily find an opening and kill his opponents on the spot.
Elvin grabbed a veteran's wrist and gently twisted it. The moment the veteran's movement was distorted due to the pain, he punched him in the ribs and instantly lost the ability to fight.
"Ah —"
The veterans who fought with them all screamed in agony, but in reality, they weren't seriously injured. Elvin and Gary specifically targeted their weak spots. Although the pain was enough to make them faint, they would be fine after a night's rest.
In the chaotic battle, no, it should be called a one-sided "massacre", a group of people did not notice that a tall middle-aged man in a colonel's uniform and cloak had been watching them for a long time on the stern of the ship.
"Young people are really energetic!" Colonel Gör, the captain of Silver Wing, who had returned to the ship, sighed.
Colonel Gör was a tall middle-aged man with short gray hair. Standing on the stern of the ship, his posture was straight, like a towering cliff by the sea for hundreds of millions of years. Even the stormy waves could not move him in the slightest.
During his service career, as long as he was on the ship, the crew would feel extremely safe. No matter how dangerous the weather was, they believed that he could lead them back.
Seeing that both sides of the fight knew their limits, Captain Gör did not want to interfere. It was not a bad thing to have competition in the army. When they really set sail, he would not let these guys have such exuberant energy.
"Chris, let the winning side throw the losers back into the cabin and clean up the deck. That's it," Gör ordered the boatswain behind him. He then turned around and was about to return to his captain's cabin.
"Yes, Your Excellency! By the way, this is the list of personnel that were added today. Would you like to take a look? " Boatswain Chris, who was not wearing a sailor hat but a blue cloth headscarf, saluted and handed Gör a few name lists filled with names and brief introductions.
"Alright, leave it to me. Thanks for your hard work, Chris." Gör took the paper and left the stern.
When he returned to his captain's cabin, Gör was a little absent-minded as he listened to the youths fighting outside.
He raised his head and looked at the portrait hanging in a prominent position in the captain's room.
On the portrait, a two-masted exploration ship was sailing on the sea. The sky was a little dark and the waves were strong. But on the ship, there were two youthful youths who did not care about the weather. They had their arms around each other's shoulders and were excitedly pointing into the distance.
One of them was tall and had gray hair. It was obviously Colonel Gör when he was young. The other one was slightly shorter with brown hair and black eyes. He did not look like the mainstream Faletis people. Instead, he looked like a minority from the neighboring country, Ilya.
But just by looking at the portrait, it was obvious that the relationship between the two was very good. Their nationality was not an obstacle. Not to mention, they both belonged to the Tulip Alliance. For hundreds of years, whether it was the upper class or the commoners, they had frequently intermarried. There were no unique ethnic characteristics that belonged to any country.
"Old friend, if it wasn't for the accident, your son should have reached the age to join the army, right? Would he be like those energetic stinky brats outside and get into fights at the slightest provocation? Would he learn from you and have the courage to write a love letter to the girl he loves? Hehe … "
"No, no, if you were still alive, you would definitely not let him join the army. You would only let him inherit your exploration ship and continue to be a great explorer, just like us in the past, right?
You said that this is the blood of the explorers that flows in your family. I know all about it, Furman … Garriott! "
His emotions were stirred by the youths' quarrel. He reminisced about his like-minded friends who had passed away young.
After a long time, Gör finally moved his gaze away from the portrait. He slowly flipped open the list of recruits that had been on the table for a long time.
Tim Speck, 20 years old, five years of military experience. Served in the warship "Sunflower", gunner. Evaluation: Excellent …
Oliver Judd, 19 years old, three years of military experience. Served in the warship "Reef", sailor …
.....
Gör carefully flipped through the pages. His recruitment criteria had already been submitted to the logistics department. These people did indeed meet the requirements, but there were no outstanding talents.
"Gary Farman, 15 years old, recruit (second overall in the recruit training camp). Occupation: Late-stage Knight Trainee."
Gör's eyes lit up. A late-stage Knight Trainee talent could already be trained as the backbone of hand-to-hand combat. Even on the battleship, such talents who had already embarked on the path of Transcendence could never be too many.
Why didn't the armies of various countries train Transcendence troops on a large scale? Other than the few external factors mentioned before, a person's aptitude, compatibility with the Transcendence path, and training resources in the later stages were all factors that made this idealized method unworkable.
As for whether Gary was born with a Constitution of 0.7, or whether it was obtained through the Knight Training Method, he didn't know.
Gör was satisfied and continued reading.
"Elvin Garriott, 15 years old, warrant officer …"
Just by looking at the name, Gör's heart felt like it had been struck by lightning. He stood up abruptly. Just a moment ago, he was still reminiscing about his old friend and his son. The next moment, he saw this familiar yet strange name. How could he not lose his composure?
Then he pinched his eyebrows. Was he still the same Gör Kauper who could remain calm in the face of a landslide or a tsunami?
"It should just be the same name. After Furman died of illness, his territory was accidentally invaded by a group of bandits.
Furman's children all died in the chaos. I specially went to see them. Later, the town manager collected their bodies and erected a tombstone. They were buried in the same cemetery as Furman and his wife.
I also paid the town manager a sum of money to take care of the cemetery. It was just a few years ago. "
"They … they really aren't here anymore …?"
Some strange murmurs echoed in the captain's room and gradually became lower.
.....
The fight had ended. Crew Head Chris followed the captain's instructions and let the two victors, Elvin and Gary, clean up the deck that they had dirtied.
Then he returned to his room next to the captain's room.
Today, he accompanied the captain to the naval base to deal with matters. It was already evening. He was ready to take a break and find a place to have a good drink in the evening.
"Chris!!!" Suddenly, a loud shout rang in the crew head's ears. He jumped up reflexively, turned around, and rushed out. The captain would not use such a tone if there was no emergency.
Bang-
"Captain!" Hurriedly rushing into the captain's room, the crew head was surprised to find that nothing major had happened.
Captain Gör's expression was not serious. Instead, there was an expression on his face that he had never seen before. Was that … nervousness?
"Take me to this recruit's room, now! Now! "No matter how small the possibility was, Gör did not want to let it go.
"Yes, Sir!"
Chris saw the name "Elvin Garrett" at the end of the list. Although he did not know what had happened, he could not question the captain's orders.
The crew head immediately saluted and led the way to Elvin's room.
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