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Chapter 71 Casting a Long Line to Catch a Big Fish

The survival of his wife and children brought about a slight change in Zephyr. In the original timeline, his initial thought was to resign directly, but due to the strong persuasion of his superiors, Zephyr, who still had a glimmer of hope for the Navy, became an instructor.

Now, Zefa has voluntarily requested to be transferred to a second-line position.

Over the years, he has seen many new recruits, but not all of them survive.

Zephyr felt the current naval training camps were too weak, and he wanted to change that. Starting today, he would be the most ruthless instructor, to let the recruits know in advance how indifferent the world could be.

Only in this way can these new recruits survive better.

"Alright, Marshal Kong, I've made up my mind. I won't bother you any longer. I've been away from home for thirty minutes, so I'll head back now."

"I understand. Headquarters will temporarily retain your rank, and your benefits will remain unchanged."

Zefa was determined to leave, so Kong didn't say anything more, only giving Zefa some guarantees in terms of treatment. Zefa wasn't the type of person who was born a monster; he didn't start out at the level of a general.

He was once an ordinary navy officer, and it took him ten years to become a junior petty officer. His growth to where he is today can be considered a result of years of hard work and dedication.

This makes Zephyr more experienced, and whether he is fighting on the battlefield as an ordinary soldier or battling monsters as a top-tier fighter, he can offer reasonable advice.

Having Zephyr as the chief instructor is also a good thing for the future of the Navy.

The Navy and Orlando have now finalized some issues, but have not yet begun the surgical procedure.

It's not a problem with the environment or Oran itself, but rather that the Navy has some internal issues that need to be discussed.

It's clear that installing military prosthetics on wounded soldiers is intended to enable them to continue fighting, and the Navy is definitely paying for it. However, if a soldier chooses to retire immediately after receiving the prosthetic, then there will be a problem.

If they are disabled and retired, they can use their own subsidies to install the civilian version, and the Navy Headquarters will not interfere. However, if the order is reversed, it will not be allowed.

Therefore, they need to review one thing: ensure that the first group to be fitted with prosthetic bodies are people with a firm "heart of justice" and who are willing to continue to dedicate themselves to the Navy. Only this group will allow the headquarters to invest more funds, so some review time is still needed.

During this period, the Navy will first hold medal awarding ceremonies and new recruit induction.

"Father, were those bio-electric waves in the conference room really okay?"

Frankenstein was very sensitive to these kinds of things; she could even sense the transmission of a Den Den Mushi. From the beginning, she knew that someone was watching what was happening in the conference room from a distance.

"It doesn't matter. It was going to be made public anyway. In fact, it's better for them to know. There's no one else besides the World Government who can do this kind of thing at Marine Headquarters."

At this moment, Oran and Frankenstein were still in the Navy Headquarters building. Through the windows, they could see the square in Crescent Bay, where a large number of navy personnel were holding a ceremony in neat formation.

"They're a decent army, but it's a pity they don't obey my orders. Let's go, Fran; that thing should be assembled soon."

In Oran's rest area, Oran assembled a stick figure-like object. Its extremely simple body structure made it look more like a toy, but in essence, it was a training dummy.

dong dong~

On the table to the side, Zack, who was curled up like a slime, suddenly jumped up, with an arrow floating above his head pointing out the window.

Following the direction of the arrow, you can see Zefa carrying a gift box, walking towards this side with his wife and son.

"We've finally arrived, Fran, let's begin."

"Yes."

With his warhammer slung over his back, Frankenstein assumed a hand-to-hand combat stance. When Zephyr arrived, he witnessed Frankenstein fighting a training robot in the backyard.

"General Zephyr? What are you doing here?"

"I said I wanted to thank you formally before, but my wife and son needed to rest for a while, so I delayed it. Now that they have recovered and I have finished my official business, I can't delay any longer."

Thank you again for saving my family and for redeeming me from the mistakes I made as a husband and father. Please accept this gift.

Thanks to the efforts of the military doctors at headquarters, Zefa's family recovered quickly and are now fine.

The debt of gratitude for the two lives lost felt insignificant; otherwise, something would feel missing. That's why Zefa brought his family to visit.

Oran did not refuse, but accepted the gift and put it aside. A gift from a naval admiral must have some value.

"I've heard about the situation at headquarters. Doctor, you'll be staying here for a few more days."

In that case, why don't we try my wife's cooking tonight? My wife and son would like to thank you properly.

There were still naval mess hall lunch boxes in the corner, and only traces of boiling water in the kitchen, clearly indicating that the people here hadn't cooked for days.

Of course, Zephyr already had this idea, but he just used it as a topic to extend the invitation.

"Yes, Uncle Siddiel, Mom cooks very well, please come over."

"I'd be honored to accept your offer, Fran. Let's stop here for now. Tonight we're going to visit General Zephyr's house."

"Yes, Father."

Frankenstein ended his "fake match," wiped non-existent sweat from his forehead with a towel, and sat down on a chair. The stick figure aroused the curiosity of the Zeffa family.

"Dr. Sidiel, what is this?"

"This is a training robot. It can do some simple combat training. Fran usually uses this for fitness."

Will it retaliate on its own?

"That's how it's programmed. Are you interested in this? It's not expensive. If you like it, I can make one for you."

"Sigh, because of family matters, I've decided to retire from the front lines. I'll probably be in charge of things like new recruit training in the future. If the intensity can be increased, headquarters can also purchase a batch."

Dummy training has always been a part of recruit training, but most of those dummies are just targets. If there were a dummy that could fight back on its own, it would definitely improve the training efficiency of soldiers.

According to Zefa's plan, he would set up a special training camp to train some elites and give them some intensive private lessons. He wouldn't mind using this opportunity to make Oran some money, provided that this stuff was actually useful.

"Hmm, I can give it a try and see if I can meet the standards you need, General Zephyr."

This training robot was an idea Oran came up with on a whim after he got involved in the Zephyr incident; it was assembled using spare materials from prosthetic bodies.

According to Oran's memory, Zephyr would become the head instructor after this incident. However, Oran didn't know what choice Zephyr would make if his wife and children were still alive, so he was just waiting.

The robot's greatest function is actually recording. This product has the ability to preserve the trainee's combat habits, and these are the things Oran truly desires.

Those naval personnel who can enter the Zephyr Training Camp will be the backbone of the navy in the future. It is no exaggeration to say that they will support an era of the navy. Preserving their combat habits will always come in handy someday.

(End of this chapter)