Pirate King: I'm determined to be the King of Sons-in-Law!

Chapter 172 You are the base commander!

The first year of the Haiyuan calendar, 1518.

Navy, G-5 Branch.

"Boss Loya, you're finally back!"

Barto clung to Loya's leg, tears streaming down his face. They had been so bored at the base for the past two months.

"Stay away from me."

Loya pushed Barto away with disdain.

He hadn't been back for two months, and the G-5 branch was as dilapidated as ever, but unlike before, he was now a major general in the G-5 branch.

The base commander's office.

Maynard shouldered his fishing gear bag and waved goodbye to Loya.

"This office is yours."

"Lieutenant General, where are you going?"

Loya was surprised.

"Let's go fishing!"

Maynard patted his fishing gear bag.

After returning from Matsuba Island, he realized that instead of wasting time on the marines in the G-5 branch, he should focus his energy on his hobbies.

At least it will make me feel better.

Now all that's missing is someone to take his place. Once Loya becomes a lieutenant general, he can naturally resign from his position as base commander and return to headquarters to start afresh.

Before that.

Yes, have a happy day!

"You can make your own decisions about things; you don't need to ask me. By the way, my base commander's official seal is in the drawer; feel free to use it."

"Wait, Lieutenant General Maynard!"

Loya quickly tried to persuade him to stay, saying that Maynard was a lieutenant general in the headquarters and quite capable, and he wanted Maynard to help share some of the workload.

"Lieutenant General, you're the base commander!"

No, I'm not.

Maynard gripped the doorknob and turned to give Loya a deep look.

"You're the base commander!"

"Bang!"

The door was tightly closed.

"Clap clap clap!"

Lu Yun clapped her hands with a grin.

"Senior, congratulations on becoming the base commander."

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Loya was both amused and exasperated.

Okay, it's just a matter of time anyway.

Loya sat down in the base commander's seat, put his legs up on the desk, and savored the joy of being the base commander.

"Lu Yun, make me a cup of coffee."

"Yes, senior."

Soon, coffee and a newspaper were placed in front of me.

Loya took a sip of coffee, still feeling a bit unwell. He looked at the girl with glasses with a scrutinizing gaze and finally found the problem.

My secretary's outfit isn't very appealing.

Luo Ya picked up a pen and scribbled on the white paper for a while before handing it to his adjutant, saying earnestly, "Lu Yun, your uniform from now on will be based on this."

"Ah, senior, this..."

Lu Yun blushed as she looked at the white shirt paired with a short skirt and black stockings on the paper. Was her senior finally going to make a move on her?

The girl with glasses clenched her small fists, seemingly already prepared to dedicate herself to scientific research. After all, since her senior allowed her to examine her body, she should reciprocate in kind.

"Senior, I will do my best!"

"Um."

Loya immediately felt much better. As the company's boss, how could he not have a beautiful secretary who looked good in clothes?

This is probably what a sense of ritual is.

"Oh, and tell Smoker and the others, as well as the commanders of each squadron, to assemble in the conference room in half an hour."

"clear."

The new official took office three fires.

He is now the acting base commander of G-5. Although he doesn't plan to establish any rules, he at least needs to clarify the division of responsibilities.

With the personnel structure of the G-series fortresses, a maximum of ten combat units can be established, with a total force of 10,000.

Currently, the G-5 branch only has two thousand members, making it the smallest branch in the G system, and there is still a lot of room for expansion.

We need to expand our military strength.

Half an hour later, inside the conference room.

The six corps commanders and Smoker and his team sat on either side of the desk, the atmosphere between them somewhat confrontational.

The complete incorporation of Squadron 11 into Branch G-5 means that the original rights and interests of the squadron commanders may be partially divided or even replaced.

The main reason they were willing to follow Loya was that Loya's interests did not conflict with theirs, since Loya had succeeded the base chief.

But Smoker and his friends were different.

They were unwilling to give up their troops.

"Oh, everyone's here."

Loya entered the conference room, took the head seat, and cut straight to the point: "I called you here today to plan a reorganization of the G-5 branch's forces!"

The group of people felt a sudden unease.

it is as expected.

Loya glanced around, noticing the worried expressions on the faces of the group, and said with a smile, "Don't worry too much. What's yours will be yours, and you won't lose a single one."

"I plan to expand the existing six formations to ten combat units, which means there will be ten unit commander positions!"

"The requirements for becoming a unit commander are very simple: the most capable should be appointed. If anyone disagrees, let's have a fight, and whoever is stronger will take the position."

The expressions on the faces of the group of people who had just passed by softened considerably.

The most important rule of the G-5 branch is that whoever is the most powerful becomes the leader; otherwise, they wouldn't willingly follow Loya.

Loya continued, "As for the allocation of subordinates, the G-5 branch currently has limited manpower, so you'll have to figure it out yourselves. But one thing is certain: each squad can have a maximum of 300 men."

"Handle it yourself?"

The group exchanged glances and couldn't help but smile.

Boss Loya is helping them!

Given their prestige over so many years in the G-5 branch, the marines at the base would naturally prioritize following them.

Loya looked at Smoker and the others.

"You guys don't have any objections, right?"

"no."

Smoker responded coldly.

He liked this rule very much, whether it was serving as a unit commander or recruiting marines, it was all based on his own abilities.

"Tina has no objections either."

"Hehehe, I have no objection either."

Tina and Barto both made statements.

"Okay, it's settled then."

Loya nodded in satisfaction: "As for the numbering of the combat formations, you can negotiate that yourselves, right?"

"No!"

The title of commander of the first squadron certainly sounds more prestigious than that of commander of the tenth squadron; the earlier the rank, the stronger the position—this is an implicit understanding.

Guo Tou raised his hand: "Boss Loya, you said you wanted to establish ten fleets, but we only have nine people right now, we're one person short, and we don't have enough warships to allocate."

"I'll take care of the warship issue. As for the lack of a unit commander, someone will fill the position soon, so you don't need to worry about it."

Loya raised the corners of his mouth.

The G-5 branch has six large warships, plus the 11 fleets of warships he brought from G-1, for a total of seven, but they are still short three large warships.

We can use small and medium-sized warships to take over first; there will always be a way.

As for the selection of the unit commander, when he was at the Navy Headquarters, one of his junior female classmates had already submitted an application to come to the G-5 branch.

"Any more questions?"

"No!"

"Alright, you have one hour to negotiate unit numbers, then immediately gather all Marines from G-5 and assemble at the central training ground!"

"yes!"

An hour later, all the marines of the G-5 branch assembled at the training ground, and even Maynard, who was fishing, came to the training ground to watch the excitement.

At the very front of the group, Smoker and the others lined up in a row, each with their squad number displayed in front of them.

First Squadron, Commander: Smoker.

The second formation, commanded by Batto.

Third Formation

The tenth squadron, commanded by Tina.

Except for Tina, who wasn't interested in competing for rankings and chose the tenth squad from the bottom, all the other squad leaders fought over squad numbers. Especially the few who went over the top, they stabbed each other in the back, and all of them ended up with bruises and swelling.

The marines quickly learned the reason and lined up to form a group.

To the surprise of the group, Tina was the first to recruit enough people, and several hundred marines were even annoyed that they were a step too late.

"Bastards, you've all betrayed your principles for the sake of beauty!"

"Captain Guotou, we're not familiar with each other!"

The assignment process was completed quickly.

The men, their faces dark with anger, continued to curse and swear. Many of their men had defected to other squads, especially the tenth squad.

Smoker's face darkened as well.

The first formation has fewer than 30 people, the smallest of all the formations, and less than one-tenth of the tenth formation.

Loya was fairly satisfied.

However, the recruitment work is urgent.

He had previously suffered from having fewer troops when fighting against Whitebeard.

Although ordinary troops are not very useful for high-level battles, quantitative changes can lead to qualitative changes. What he wants is to expand the G-5 branch to the size of the G-1 branch, so as to make full preparations for the upcoming war.

The Seven Warlords of the Sea are not all one person!

(End of this chapter)