The burning flames engulfed the corpses and the wreckage, and then slowly sank to the bottom of the sea. On the deck of the warship, a group of Marines stained with red clothes looked at the gold and silver wealth piled up on the deck. These were the accumulation of the Alrita Pirates for many years.
"Calculate everyone's merits and the damage of this battle."
Yarlin stood in the center and looked around at the Marines who had just fought a fierce battle and said: "You have done a good job, worthy of the Marine flag on your body and the Marine flag on your head. I have seen your performance, so I will take out half of the seized wealth. First of all, I will make up for the military pay that has been deducted. Secondly, the rest will be distributed according to the statistics of the battle."
"Half of it will be given to us?" The Marines were in an uproar.
You know, the previous Shang Guan has never been so generous. It's good that he didn't deduct their military pay and didn't take their military merits. The seized wealth has never had anything to do with the bottom Marines who fought bloody battles.
"If I don't give it to you, do I have to throw it into the sea to be buried with the sergeants who were buried at the bottom of the sea?" Yarlin grinned and said: "It's a pity that these sergeants were unfortunately killed, but I think they don't care about this compensation, so I will decide for them and distribute it to everyone."
The Marines burst into laughter, they looked at each other, and in this atmosphere, they were unified by Yarlin.
"I don't care what other sergeants do, but this is my rule in the future. You absolutely obey my orders, then I will give you absolute fairness, and I will share the final results with you." Yarlin stood tall, and the Marine flag on his head was fluttering. His promise echoed over the warship and echoed in the chest of every Marine soldier: "Take half of the spoils of war and distribute it to everyone according to military merits. The remaining half will be taken out as compensation for casualties. The standard of compensation will be according to …"
Yarlin paused for a moment. He had carefully studied every document of the Naval Branch during this time. He was well aware of the regulations of the Naval Branch. He said in a deep voice: "I know, in the eyes of the Naval Branch and even the headquarters, you are just a code name, the nameplate you carry on your body. You don't even deserve to be recorded in the file, because you are the real cannon fodder, so the compensation can be said to be pitiful. More likely, you won't even get any compensation at all."
"But in my eyes, you are all living people. You are my subordinates who obey my orders and follow me into bloody battles. You are my comrades who I can rely on. You are not a string of cold numbers. Your blood is spilled for me. Therefore, if you are unfortunate enough to die in battle, you should leave your funerals to me."
The eyes of the Marines were slightly red. Some of them had an indignant look on their faces. Some of them held the nameplate in their hands tightly. At this moment, their emotions were stirred up by Yarlin's words. Their breathing became heavy and oppressive. They were like a sealed volcano, ready to erupt at any time.
"The compensation will be 20 times the standard compensation of the Naval Branch. At the same time, the military merits they carry will be 3 times the reward. Since they are dead, the compensation will be distributed to their relatives and friends." Yarlin took a deep breath. His voice was incomparably solemn. "Every Marine of 153 Branch, from today onwards, will establish a detailed record of your identity, name, resume, and the details of your relatives. This will ensure that if one day, you unfortunately die in battle, your compensation will be sent back to your family. Everything you have experienced in the Navy Branch 153 will be recorded in the record and sent back to your relatives."
"Not only that, the part collected and handed over to the branch will be managed and operated by the branch in the future. An exclusive Navy fund will be established. You may not understand the meaning of the fund, but you only need to know that every income earned from this fund will be distributed to you in proportion to your military salary. Every year, every quarter, if you are alive, the money will be sent to you. If you are dead, the money will be sent to your relatives."
"Regardless of life or death, this is Yarlin's promise to you. This promise will be valid forever, until … one day, I am buried in this sea." Yarlin suddenly grinned, revealing his eerie teeth. "After all, if I am dead, the rest is not under my control!"
Arlen was laughing, and his laughter seemed to contain some kind of persuasive power. The marines were all rough men, and they couldn't say anything emotional. They could only laugh, but their eyes were red, and the smell of blood on their bodies was getting thicker and thicker. The blood in their heaving chests was getting more and more agitated.
"Can you really do what you said? Are you lying to us? "A Marine asked with a trembling voice.
"You will absolutely obey my orders. This is the justice you deserve. As long as I am alive, I will fulfill this promise." Yarlin replied resolutely.
"Pa!"
Suddenly, a Marine soldier put his heels together and saluted Yarlin's position. His face was red as he roared. "I am willing to die for Lieutenant Yarlin!"
Like dominoes, all the Marines stood straight and saluted Yarlin. At the same time, they roared. "We are willing to die for Lieutenant Yarlin!"
The roar condensed killing intent and surging blood echoed over the warship. The seagull flag was torn by the wind, and the fluttering sound seemed to echo.
In a corner of the cabin.
Korby awoke from his stupor with a start. His ears were filled with the echoing roars of rage. He gulped and said, "Second Lieutenant Arlen? Is he the commander of this warship? "
He lowered his head and found that his hands and feet were tied. Looking at his feet, there was a slender figure lying next to him. His face suddenly became pale, and his teeth chattered. "It's … it's Alrita!"
Kirby's body curled up into a ball like a mouse that had seen a cat. His buttocks rubbed against the ground as he retreated. Soon, he had retreated to a corner. After a long while, he finally dared to look in that direction. Yalrita was motionless. There was an eye-catching, slippery bone bump on her temple. She seemed to have fallen into a deep coma.
"Gulp."
Keby swallowed his saliva. "Since Alrita was caught by the Marines, then I … am I saved? Can I join the Marines?"
He stared at the ropes that tied his hands and feet. His eyes were filled with panic and confusion as he looked at the door that was slowly opened. A man in a Marine uniform came in.
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