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

Chapter 61 Stop Pointing Fingers at Me

The training ground was quiet.

"You want us to compete against the new recruits?!"

The veterans looked at each other in bewilderment.

That's underestimating them too much. After all, they've been in the Navy for several years. How could they possibly be inferior to newcomers?

The veterans were seething with anger.

"Instructor, how will the competition proceed?"

"Let's start with the most basic training!"

Loya narrowed his eyes: "If you don't complete as much training as the new recruits within the allotted time, you're going back to basic training camp. Is that alright?"

"no problem!"

The veterans sneered repeatedly.

If they can't even match the most basic physical training of new recruits, then they really should go back to the recruit camp for retraining.

They also have dignity.

"Let's begin then."

Loya turned to face the new recruits.

"Show us your training results! Anyone who dares to deliberately hold us back, I'll break their legs!"

"Yes, instructor!"

The recruits responded with a shout.

The instructors were usually easy to get along with and never lost their temper with them, but at this moment, no one doubted the instructors' threat.

Major Ciro and his men are still lying on the ground groaning in pain.

The instructor really does what he says!

"The first item is one hour of running exercises!"

"Beep!"

As soon as the whistle blew, the new recruits took off running, instantly leaving the veterans, who were leisurely warming up, far behind.

That reckless, suicidal spirit was like someone rushing to be reborn.

In less than a minute, all the recruits had completed a lap of 500 meters, and there were even signs of them speeding up.

The veterans had only run half a lap.

"Are these new recruits crazy?"

The veterans' eyes widened in disbelief.

If you run this fast right from the start, how can you possibly keep it up later? According to the branch's training requirements, you have to run a full 40 laps!

Half an hour later, the veterans realized they were sorely mistaken; the newcomers' goal was not as simple as just running 40 laps!

The fastest recruit had already completed 40 laps and was in excellent condition, clearly indicating that he trained like this regularly, while the fastest veteran had only completed 30 laps.

They came prepared!

"Chase!"

The veterans were getting anxious.

I want to catch up, but I'm too far behind, and my stamina can't keep up.

"Beep!"

An hour later, the morning exercise ended.

The worst recruit completed 60 laps, the best recruit completed 80 laps, while the best veteran barely exceeded 60 laps, barely catching up with the recruits.

"Huh?"

The new recruits were the first to be confused.

It seems like they won the race?

Unbelievable!

The new recruits exchanged ecstatic glances. They had never imagined that they could actually beat the veterans, and by such a large margin.

They used to long to graduate from basic training and catch up with the veterans, but now they realize that the veterans aren't all that great after all.

No, they've become stronger.

A month of intense training really paid off!

The veterans were indignant.

"Damn it, I've been tricked!"

They were careless!

This batch of new recruits is much stronger than usual, catching them off guard, but they will definitely not slack off in the training that follows!

"Next item: push-ups. Time limit: 30 minutes!"

Loya made the announcement calmly.

The strength of a marine is not determined by the length of time they have been in the navy, but by their persistent training. If they slack off, their physical fitness will decline.

Given the poor overall atmosphere, most veterans were somewhat perfunctory in their attitude towards training, merely going through the motions rather than taking it seriously like the new recruits.

They were all junior marines, not yet at the level where talent or interpersonal relationships mattered. They only had one thing to rely on.

effort!

Half an hour later, the push-up training ended.

An overwhelming victory as always!

Even if the veterans put in their best effort, they still couldn't keep up with the training intensity of the new recruits, which was twice their usual training volume!

"Next!"

The basic training consists of eight events, also known as the Ironman Octathlon.

When the Ironman Eight-Event Tournament was over, the veterans were visibly devastated, their eyes glazed over, questioning the meaning of life.

Of the nearly one thousand veterans, only about a hundred could keep up with the new recruits. As agreed, those who did not meet the requirements would report to the recruit camp.

It's utterly shameful.

"I refuse to accept this!"

Some veterans' eyes reddened with resentment.

"We lost the training session, but that's because we had responsibilities and couldn't focus on training like the rookies!"

"Oh, so what do you want?"

Loya laughed.

The veteran picked up his training sword, pointing it angrily at the recruits: "A real battle is the only standard for measuring a marine's strength!"

"it is good."

Loya nodded in agreement.

The veterans' reaction was within his expectations; only a minority were willing to admit defeat.

"Tashigi!"

"arrive!"

Tashigi stepped out of the line.

"Defeat him!"

"Yes, instructor!"

Tashigi took a training wooden sword from the training rack, took a deep breath, and her whole body trembled with excitement.

The time has come to prove myself!

"woman?"

The veteran was even more furious.

Are you underestimating me?!

"Don't make excuses for your incompetence!"

Tashigi's gaze suddenly turned fierce, because to underestimate her because she was a woman was undoubtedly to cross her red line.

"drink!"

The girl shouted and rushed out, her wooden sword flashing like lightning as she stabbed at her opponent. Her fierce attack left the veteran scrambling to react.

"state!"

The wooden sword spun and flew into the sky.

The whole process took less than three seconds.

Looking at the wooden knife pressed against his throat and the aggressive young girl, the old soldier swallowed hard, his body stiff and unable to move.

He lost.

Tashigi coldly sheathed her wooden sword and turned back to the ranks.

Loya picked up the megaphone.

"If any of you are still not convinced, you can challenge any of the new recruits behind me. The winner can stay!"

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This time, no one dared to step forward.

Loya was very disappointed and angry.

A raging soldier, and a raging nest.

Following a bunch of useless captains, even the most basic fighting spirit has been worn away. What kind of combat power can such marines have?

Loya's face turned completely cold.

"What are you all standing there for? Get back to the recruit camp and train! You're not coming back until you meet today's standards!"

"Remember this: from today onward, any one of you who dares to neglect training will immediately take off your naval uniform and get out of the branch!"

"I, Loya, have no need for weak and incompetent trash under my command!"

Half an hour later, in the brigadier general's office.

Murak's face was contorted with rage. He had just been drinking with people from the city hall when he heard that something big had happened in the branch.

Of the nearly 1,000 marines in the branch, more than 900 were sent back to the recruit camp. How can the branch continue to function under such circumstances?

Looking at the expressionless Loya, Murak angrily demanded, "Major Loya, what exactly is going on?!"

"Brigadier General, what are you referring to?"

Loya remained calm.

"Bang!"

Murak slammed his fist on the table and roared, "Stop playing dumb with me! I'm referring to what happened at the training ground today!"

"Oh, so that's what you mean."

Loya smiled broadly: "I'm the chief instructor of the base now. Seeing unqualified marines, I naturally have an obligation to educate them. Do you have any objections to my teaching methods?"

"You're being ridiculous!"

Seeing Loya's nonchalant attitude, Murak became even angrier and ordered, "I don't care what you're trying to do, immediately restore the branch to its previous state!"

"Brigadier General, I am the chief instructor."

Loya smiled and said softly, "I'll decide how to instruct the marines, so don't try to tell me what to do."

"What?"

Murak was stunned.

Loya's gaze gradually hardened.

"Brigadier General Murak, you might have some hearing problems and can't hear what humans are saying, so I'll say it again!"

"Shut the fuck up and tell me what to do!"

"Did you understand?!"

(End of this chapter)