East China Sea, 153 Branch, an island near the edge of the sea.
Ferocious warships were anchored on the coast, neatly lined up on the simple dock, and in the distant sea, warships with seagulls patterns were slowly approaching.
The 26th branch and the 65th branch were slowly docked at the port, and the deck slid down to the beach.
Colonel Hatti of the 26th branch had a full beard. He stood at the bow of the ship and looked at the soldiers of the 153 Branch. He raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at another warship that was anchored.
A fat man with a round face was yawning and picking his ear wax. If it wasn't for the rank mark on his shoulder, no one would feel that he was a Marine. He was the Colonel of the 65th branch, Faubus.
Faubus stretched his body and walked down the ship. He squinted his eyes and looked at the Marines of the 153 Branch. There was a strange look in his slightly lazy eyes. He murmured, "they look very elite. Their spirit is almost as good as the headquarters' Marines."
"I remember that the commander of the 153 Branch is Monca." Hatti walked over with a suspicious look on his face. "Hey, is the 153 Branch located on this island? Why did they come here? "
"Who knows, on the phone, they said that they wanted to sit down and discuss something. They made it sound so mysterious …" Faubus lit a cigar and blew a smoke ring from his mouth. He was intoxicated. "Anyway, I was bored, so I came here … Hey, do you want to try the top volcanic ash?"
"You can always get these good things." Hatti took a cigar and put it in his mouth. He took a deep puff and blew out a smoke ring. Then he glanced around and said, "Do you think Monka invited the rats from the 16th branch to join us? I heard that the two branches are not on good terms with each other recently. The 16th branch has blocked the sea route of the 153rd branch. "
"Maybe Monca wants to sit down and talk with Mouse, so he initiated this gathering, but from what I heard on the phone, it shouldn't be about this." Forbigan winked at Hati and glanced at a spot not far away. "Look, the people from 153 Branch are here."
In the distance, a layer of fog slowly floated up on the surface of the sea. Within the fog, there seemed to be a few huge shadows of ships approaching.
Yarlin was wearing a well-ironed military uniform. The number 153 was sewn on the cuffs with golden thread, and there was a black pin in his chest pocket. Together with the indifferent smile on his face, he gave off a different kind of charm.
"Colonel Hatti, Colonel Faubickan, welcome, this way please!" Yarlin turned his body sideways and extended his finger to lead the way, making Fobigan look sideways. He felt that the Marine in front of him had the temperament of a noble gentleman.
"Where's Monca?" Hathi followed behind with a slightly unhappy expression. With his and Forbigan's status, it was only right for Colonel Monca, who had the same rank, to personally greet them.
"I'm very sorry, Colonel Monca can't come because of an urgent matter. Well … the two colonels should have heard that our branch has recently had some friction with the 16th branch next door." Yarlin stopped and looked at the two with a faint smile on his face. He bowed slightly and said apologetically, "So this is a rare gathering, I will replace Colonel Monca to entertain you."
"Monca can't come?" Hatti was stunned, and he and Forbigan looked at each other. It seemed that the friction between the two branches was much more serious than what they had heard.
"In addition to us, which other branches were invited to this gathering?" Forbigan asked.
"They are all the Naval Branch that are closer to us. In addition to the 26th and 65th branches, our 153 Branch also invited the 44th, 127th, 195th, and 202th branches!" Arlen's tone was neither fast nor slow. He grinned, revealing his white teeth. "Oh, please forgive me for forgetting. I should introduce myself. I'm Arlen, a second lieutenant of the 153rd branch of the navy."
Hatti and Forbigan were thoughtful. In addition to the 16th branch, several other branches were invited. Hatti's attention was not on Yarlin. His thoughts had already turned elsewhere. Instead, Forbigan looked at Yarlin. He felt that the second lieutenant in front of him was somewhat unusual, but for a moment, he couldn't tell what was wrong.
Going all the way inside, the road under their feet was obviously paved and widened recently. White stones were neatly laid in the shape of stairs, and the surroundings were inlaid with irregular cobblestones. On both sides of the road were quiet trees. The sun shone through the mottled leaves and slanted on the deep path.
Every 20 meters along the way, there was a Marine soldier standing tall and motionless. Yarlin passed through with two colonels and a few Marine soldiers. Soon, a row of wooden houses came into view.
His field of vision suddenly opened up. It was as if a huge circular space had been opened up in the forest. Wooden houses with neat edges and corners were piled up like building blocks. The neatly trimmed rows and corners were very military-style, but they were arranged in a unique circular shape. It gave off a sense of tidiness and disorder, but it didn't give off a sense of disorder at all. Instead, it gave off a sense of otherworldly delicacy.
"This is?"
"For this gathering, and in the hope that it will become a normal meeting place for everyone to gather and communicate, our branch specially built this place on this uninhabited island …" Yarlin pointed to the dense forest next to him and said, "Time is a little short, and there are many places that haven't been completed yet. In the plan, the forest in front of us will be cut down to make space for our Navy."
Hati and Fob were stunned. This wasn't a small project. It was just for the gathering of several branches. They were afraid that the Marine 153 branch was either crazy or they were planning something big.
Yarlin continued to walk inside with the two colonels. After passing through the uneven circular wooden houses, there was a flat strip of empty space in the middle. Some neatly polished stone piers stood there, and in the center of the stone piers, there was a straight flagpole.
Rows of flagpoles pierced the sky like a row of spears. Forbigan and Hatti roughly looked at it, and they couldn't see the end of it. There were about a hundred flagpoles, and the top of the flagpole was empty. Only the flagpole in the middle had a seagull flag hanging on it. On the back of the flag was the number "153" sewn with golden thread.
Directly opposite the horizontal row of flagpoles was a strange fist, like a clenched fist that broke out of the ground. It was made of metal sand and cement, with a layer of black and white paint on the outside. The joints of the clenched fist were engraved with a square word, which read "Navy Club" when put together.
Yarlin turned to face Forbigan and Hatti and said quietly, "Navy Club. We 153 Branch hope that all the Naval Branch bases in the entire East China Sea can join this club one day. Every time a branch becomes a member of the club, the branch's flag will be raised at the door. There are a total of 113 flagpoles, corresponding to the 113 Naval Branch bases in the East China Sea!"
Silence!
A lone Navy flag fluttered above their heads. The clenched fist in the distance seemed to have some kind of shocking magic, firmly attracting the attention of Forbigan and Hatti. They couldn't move their eyes away for a long time.
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