On August 21, the junction of the sea and sky in the east has just revealed a touch of fish belly white.

Near the No. 3 new pier, two long artificial breakwaters enclose a large area of the sea, and the middle of the breakwater is nearly three miles wide behind the sandy beach, and the long buildings with red bricks and red walls are neatly arranged among the green trees.

This is the Royal Naval Academy in Port Tulum.

More than 20 small frigate-class training ships were lazily curled up on the berths, and a few sailors in shorts and sea soul shirts walked barefoot on the trestle, pulling strings from cable posts from time to time, pulling up the fishing cages sunk in the sea, and checking last night's catch.

Several of the capital ships of the Cassica detachment quietly stopped on the sea in the distance, forming a battle artillery bombardment formation, and the side sides were aimed at these training ships, although the gun doors were not opened, but this kind of artillery bombardment array still revealed a strong malice.

'One, one, one, two-one'!

High-pitched roars and neat running broke the silence of the early morning.

A team of sailor cadets, dressed in shorts, short sleeves, and light training boots, lined up in a neat line, ran out of the dormitory in high spirits, and started a morning exercise run on the trail that surrounded the entire college.

In the sound of the trumpet, several ceremonial soldiers raised the flag of the Delun Empire one by one on the large playground in the middle of the academy, and then raised the imperial naval flag.

The sailor cadets in the long-distance run, under the leadership of the squad leader, began to chant the slogans of 'Long live Her Majesty the Empress' and 'Long live the Imperial Navy'.

The loud slogans pierced through the cool morning air and passed through a small, bowl-sized window into the confinement room of the Military Discipline Department of the Naval Academy.

Three feet wide, eight feet long, and equally eight feet high, the coffin-shaped confinement chamber contained only a narrow, curled up single bed and a rudimentary flushing toilet.

There was a pungent smell in the air, the morning breeze came in with the sound of slogans, and the cool wind took away some of the strange smell from the small window, and at the same time woke up Messingled, who was lying on the single bed.

A few days ago, at the Navy Club, Metzingred saw Joe who had 'broken into' the club in a big way, and he was hot-blooded, like a vicious dog protecting his own territory, and he lifted the blue and white porcelain vase on the aisle on the second floor of the Navy Club and smashed it down on Joe's head.

Afterwards, Metzinglad leaped from the second floor and attacked Joe with all his flying legs.

He didn't expect that he who opened up the sea of power two months ago and had more than a thousand pounds of strength was actually thrown out of the street by Qiao.

Even more unfortunate was that because of the dispute he deliberately provoked, he was ordered to be locked up by the top brass of the Navy who were present.

This is the first time Metzinglad has been locked up.

A cramped coffin-like little dark room, where you can't shower, you can't change clothes, you can't escape the academy at night, go to the Golden Anchor Club or the Pink Mermaid, or other lively bars to find those hot and charming little girls.

Three meals a day, with only black bread and water......

Even if he Messingred was a warrant officer in the Navy during the internship period, even if he was the young master of the Wells family, he could not enjoy any privileges when he was locked up in the confinement room.

The Imperial Navy is also a part of the Imperial Army, and the military discipline of the Delen Empire is undoubtedly extremely strict.

Joe ...... I'm going to kill you! ”

Messingred gritted his teeth, slowly got up from the single bed, and then began to stretch as hard as he could.

The pain was terrible, and Metzingred's body moved slightly, and there was a crisp 'click' sound of bone knuckles rubbing all over his body. He gritted his teeth, pushed his body out of the way, and then kicked hard at the three-inch-thick iron door of the confinement chamber.

"Bastard, let me out! Damn, that guy, that guy is Joe Jung Wittou, our opponent of the Naval Academy, I'm bringing glory to the Academy, I'm taking out my anger on my brothers...... These damn old bastards! Old idiot! ”

The sound insulation of the confinement room is good, especially the heavy iron door, which has excellent sound insulation performance.

Metzinglad scolded the top brass of the Naval Academy, from the dean, the vice-president, the directors of various departments, to the professors of various departments, one by one.

This group of damn bastards, when they received the 'condolences for the labor army' from the Wells family, they all smiled happily, and they all said that they were good friends of the Wells family!

Good friend, that's how you treat the young master of the Wells family?

Joe ...... I'm going to kill you...... Then, whether it's Tifa or Weima, I won't let it go. Messingred gritted his teeth and suddenly 'giggled'.

He remembered what the head of the family, Moder, had said some time ago when the clansmen in the inner circle of the family had gathered.

The Imperial Navy is preparing to prepare its own Marine Corps, and the Navy has been extremely rich in military spending over the years, so it has invested a lot of money, and the size of the first batch of Marines is about 30 standard combat divisions.

Messinglad will join the first batch of Marines as a seed officer.

Under the operation of the Wells family, and under the care of the elders of the clan who had joined the navy in previous years, Metzinglad was expected to master a combat brigade in just a few years.

The military commander of a combat brigade, that is the equivalent of the rank of colonel!

"Joe, I'm going to kill you!" Metzinglad had been imprisoned for several days, and he was almost driven crazy by the small confinement cell, pounding the iron door of the confinement with both hands, and constantly letting out crazy 'haha' laughter.

'Bang Dang'!

The small window on the iron door suddenly opened, and a pair of deep eyes suddenly appeared in front of Messinger.

Metzinglad shuddered and jumped backwards, almost missing a foot in the rudimentary toilet.

"Who?"

"Warrant Officer Metzingled?" A cold, flickering voice came through the small window.

"It's me...... You're ......," Messingred looked at the deep eyes carefully.

"The destruction of the Wells family is imminent, and your people, except for those who are doing business abroad and sitting in strongholds in other provinces, have been wiped out...... For the sake of the Wells family's contribution to the Navy over the years, you run away. ”

"The army of the Duke of Casica, blockaded the entire port of Tulum. But I think that with the hidden power of the Wells family in the port of Tulum, if it were just to protect you, it should be possible. ”

"Remember your enemies...... It was Joe who led the people to break down the Wells house and capture your people! ”

Joe Jon Ritu ...... He also seriously injured Mr. Van Luxon in public...... He's your father, isn't he? ”

'Bang', the small iron window suddenly closed, and then the heavy iron door came from the sound of the key machine turning, and after a few breaths, the iron door was slowly pulled open.

Messinglad stood in the confinement chamber in a daze, and then he shuddered.

The end of the Wells family is imminent?

The Wells clan was almost wiped out?

His father, Van Luxon, the armed sailor in charge of the Wells family, and the Van Luxon who commanded the family's armament, and Van Luxon, one of the most powerful giants in the Wells family, was seriously injured by Joe's small-mongrel-in public?

Metzinglad gasped for breath as he quickly rushed out the door.

Outside the iron gate, there are long corridors on the left and right, and on both sides of the corridor are closed iron doors, and inside are small confinement rooms.

The corridor was hundreds of feet long, and Metzinglad did not hear any footsteps, and the man who had opened the door to the confinement room for him had disappeared without a trace, as if he had never appeared.

Messingred gritted his teeth and hurried towards the exit of the hallway.

In the past, there would be a military police guard from the Academy, but today, the sentry post at the exit is empty.

Metzingred lowered his head and quickly followed the path he knew best, to the most secluded corner of the academy. He climbed the wall of the academy in three or two strokes along a palm tree that had been rubbed into a smooth past, and then jumped lightly from the wall.

Under the cover of a clump of trees, Metzingred ran briskly through a section of the Poti, bypassing a secluded road, turning into a small alley, and then over the wall into a small courtyard.

By the time he came out of the back door of the small courtyard, he was already dressed in a neat dress.

This small courtyard is still a small stronghold that Metzinglad had secretly arranged with a lot of thought when he first entered the Naval Academy, in order to be able to climb over the wall to go out for fun at night.

He can't wear a cadet uniform to a bar, can he?

Wearing a wide-brimmed top hat and a cane in his right hand, Messingred hurried through the alleys.

He is a real native of Tulun Port, he grew up in Tulun Port, and in every small alley, there are traces left by his fights and bullying men and women, so he is very familiar with the path.

He first went to the headquarters of the Chamber of Commerce under the Wells family, where a large group of soldiers stood at the entrance of the Chamber of Commerce building near the Old Pier No. 1, which had been sealed.

Metzinglad turned and walked away, and he went to the vicinity of Old Pier No. 1, a stronghold of the Wells' armed sailors, and there were several large courtyards filled with Wells' subordinates.

At the gates of several courtyards, there were also soldiers, and even through the open gates, Metzingred saw that the courtyard was in a mess, and the walls of the courtyard were marked by field artillery shotguns.

"Damn it, damn it......" Metzinglad muttered, gritting his teeth, hurried through the small half of Tulum Harbor, towards the few hidden family strongholds he remembered.

Military police stood at the entrances of several strongholds, and there were traces of fighting outside.

Metzinglad only felt his mouth dry, his body trembling slightly, and he looked for the next stronghold.

He had to get in touch with the people of the family, and he had to figure out what was going on.

"Help, help...... I surrendered, I surrendered......"

There was a terrible roar at the intersection ahead, and a big man covered in blood and ugly looked limped out of a fork in the road.

"I turn myself in, I confess...... Policeman...... Help......"

'Bang, bang, bang...... At least twenty double-barreled firearms were quickly activated, and the dense lead bullets made the whole man fly, and a large amount of blood was constantly spurting out all over his body.

Metzinglad looked blankly at the big man who was blown away.

The leader of the Fox Gang, an underground gang in Port Tulum, and 'Vic the Clown', one of the outer minions raised by the Wells family......

At the intersection stood a dozen military policemen, Vic was killed in the street, and none of them moved.

Messinglad shuddered and walked briskly around the block.