Perhaps the cargo ship chose to cooperate. The two training ships flying the pirate flag did not take the initiative to attack. They stopped not far from the cargo ship and used semaphores to ask them all to stand on the deck and put their hands on the deck. See the place and ask them to disarm all.
The lieutenant complied with the requirements of these two very special pirate ships, letting everyone stand on the deck, and placed all the weapons they carried where they could see them. Soon one of the pirate ships put down the boat, and more than a dozen people came to the cargo ship with guns in hand.
The cargo ship is not big, and it is not too far from the Empire to the Federation. It is an inland sea, wrapped in the continental shelf, and there are not so scary winds and waves. The only troublesome thing is that there are many reefs, but as long as it is not close to the coastline, it is not a big problem.
After a group of people boarded the cargo ship, the lieutenant became more certain that these people were all soldiers, and most likely the navy. He saw some things left behind by militarized training in their behavior. For example, the formation, the posture when holding a gun, and the cooperation between them. Only professional soldiers can train these things, and those pirates don't care about training or not.
Fight if you can, and run if you can't. This is the survival rule of pirates on the sea.
"I am the person in charge of this operation..., I have something to say to your leader." The lieutenant deliberately used the more professional term "action" instead of the task. The other party reacted immediately, and the two of them discussed it. After a moment, one of them nodded.
The lieutenant raised his hands and walked forward slowly. He thought he could contact the superior officers of these people and explained clearly that this operation was ordered by a colonel with a great future in the Army Department. Strictly speaking, everyone was on his own. People, nothing will happen.
Colonel Thomas looked at the small boat that was going back and forth with some annoyance, and walked towards the gangway angrily. He watched two team members escorting a crew member to the training ship, and he immediately yelled: "What's going on? What are you going to do?"
"Sir, don't be angry, let me explain!" The lieutenant stood up immediately. This was what he asked for. Naturally, he couldn't let the other two kind-hearted navy soldiers take the blame for him. He introduced himself, "I am from the Imperial Army. Lieutenant of the Kansas Army Base, this time we are following the request of our superiors to transport a batch of important items to the Federation. This is a secret military operation without any written notice or document, so there may be a little misunderstanding between us. "," the lieutenant took out his military ID card and handed it to Thomas.
Thomas knew at a glance that the military ID was genuine. He had a lot of it. He put the military ID in his pocket and asked, "Misunderstanding? What misunderstanding?"
The lieutenant was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "Although you and your men concealed it very well, almost making me think that you were really pirates, but I know that you are the Imperial Navy, so this is a misunderstanding. We are ourselves people!"
However, the lieutenant did not receive the amiable smile of Colonel Thomas. He received a bullet, which hit him directly in the head and blew away the skull from the back of the head. Colonel Thomas snorted angrily, pointed at his two subordinates and cursed, "Have your brains been eaten by dogs? We are pirates now, do you understand? No matter who the other party is, they are just our targets, carry out the mission immediately, idiots!"
As he spoke, he shouted something like "Wait a minute," and pointed at the surprised lieutenant on the ground who was too dead to die anymore and said: "Throw him into the water, and you two will clean the deck tonight!"
A completely unequal killing was over as soon as it started. This was not the first time the Imperial Navy had done this. It was just that this time they killed all the people. In the past, they only robbed goods.
The artworks in the cargo ship were moved intact to the training ship, and then Colonel Thomas returned to the naval base with these items and reported the process and results of the operation to His Majesty the Rear Admiral. Regarding the two stupid soldiers who made wrong judgments during "wartime operations", His Excellency the Major General said that the training of these two people needs to be increased for one month. He also asked about what was on the boat, which actually made Du Lin very concerned.
"It should be some works of art..." Thomas answered honestly. He had already dismantled a flat wooden shelf and found a painting wrapped tightly in sheepskin. He didn't understand works of art and their value, but he could guess that the things Dulin cared about must be worth a lot of money.
The Major General's little eyes suddenly lit up, "Has the target of this operation resisted?"
Thomas was about to say that there was no resistance, but he subconsciously glanced at the Major General and suddenly realized, "They resisted fiercely, and in the end we had to bombard their cargo ship to force them to give up their resistance."
"So is there any loss?" Your Majesty the Major General was very satisfied with Thomas's witty answer. Perhaps before he retires, he can try to promote him to the position of brigadier general. As long as he can continue to bring more benefits to the Navy, the Rear Admiral's old friends will not mind if someone comes to take over their duties.
As for himself
He had found something that would allow him to live a comfortable life in retirement.
"Yes, Your Excellency Major General, due to the shelling, the cargo ship's cabin was flooded, and part of the cargo was washed into the sea. We only rescued part of it."
"Very good, very good!" The Major General left his seat and walked to Thomas, raised his hand and patted his shoulder. "You did a good job. Feed back the situation to Mr. Dulin truthfully and tell him. We regret that we didn't get back everything he asked for." After that, he walked out without looking back, "I'm going to see what's missing. If Mr. Dulin blames us, we will. I know it well.”
Thomas rolled his eyes and stood for a long time before picking up the phone. This call was really difficult to make, but the Major General had already made his choice. He had no way to object. He took a deep breath and dialed the last number. .
Du Lin knew that there might be "loss" in this batch of goods from the beginning. The navy was not having a good life, and the generals would not be so comfortable. If he hadn't hired the navy to become his smuggling channel, it would have been very difficult. Maybe life at the Ilian Naval Base is even more difficult. Although he felt that the little old man was a bit uncouth, what Du Lin was selling was not the little old man's favor, but Thomas' favor.
The little old man will retire in two years. If nothing else happens, Colonel Thomas' performance in the past few years has been among the best in Ilian and even on the East Coast. It is very likely that the next commander of the base will be Colonel Thomas. arrive. In addition, Dulin is willing to pay some money for Colonel Thomas to help him rise to power, so today's matter is nothing. A person who feels guilty about himself is better than a person who always feels that he has suffered a loss. From another perspective, this is a good thing!
Dulin expressed his understanding and forgiveness to Colonel Thomas in a very easy-going tone, which made Colonel Thomas very moved and relieved. He was afraid that Du Lin would feel that he had been cheated and break the transportation agreement. Then nothing would happen to the Major General, only himself. Fortunately, Du Lin was very considerate and even said that he would treat him to dinner after the election, which made him realize something.
After Colonel Thomas hung up the phone, he told Dulin's attitude to the Major General who was choosing his "pension". The Major General has lived from the aristocratic era to the present era, and has encountered countless political incidents of intrigue. How can he survive and survive? Those who are still in office will have a string in their minds. He realized that this was Dulin selling favors to Thomas—certainly not to himself. First, it was Dulin who forwarded this matter to Thomas, and second, it was Thomas who made the phone call.
He immediately understood Du Lin's intention. Although he was a little angry, he could accept the reality. He was silent for a moment and then said with a smile: "I plan to nominate you as Commodore of the Imperial Navy. Prepare the materials yourself and come with me to the Navy Headquarters next week!" His tone was a little bleak, "Fight for it and say Maybe you will be able to guard Ilian in two years!"
The sudden happiness made Thomas speechless with excitement. As a "salesman" at the Ilian Naval Base, he was actually a fake colonel, purely to give himself enough face when discussing business outside. After all, he It is already the highest non-general military rank. He originally thought that he might not be able to take that step for another twenty or thirty years, or even never, so how could he suddenly pass by
He first thanked the Major General for his cultivation, and then immediately went back to prepare his promotion materials. During this process, he sighed quietly, and he knew why.
Alex was reviewing a document at this time. As the capital of Canles State, more and more people are pouring into the city as the economy recovers. The city hall has drawn up a plan to expand the urban circle by another ring line to cope with the increasing population burden in the central area of the city. According to regulations, he needs to review the report first, then write his own opinions, and then forward it to the governor for final approval.
He read the document carefully and just when he was about to write down his opinion, the phone rang.
When people stay in a quiet place for a long time, without preheating, they will have a momentary fear of the noise that suddenly destroys the tranquility. His hand shook slightly, and the ink beads on the pen tip rolled down on the document. He took some tissue paper to wipe off the ink and picked up the phone.
(End of chapter)