Pirate: I was just slacking off, do you really think I'm bad?

When Richard and his men entered the base, the entire base reeked of blood.

Of the more than 1,000 naval soldiers, more than 200 had died, leaving fewer than 400 who could regroup.

Many naval soldiers who survived the first wave of killings were driven mad by fear and fled the base.

They just wanted to escape into the town and eke out a living for a while.

Richard ignored the fleeing soldiers; his eyes were fixed on the navy personnel who could still be organized.

"It's our turn to get to work."

Richard drew his gleaming military knife from his waist; it was time to win them over.

"kill!"

The sudden arrival of reinforcements caught both the navy and the pirates somewhat off guard.

Several people, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, brandished gleaming swords and joined the battle.

The navy men were somewhat suspicious and stood frozen in place, hesitant to get involved.

The pirates didn't care if anyone resisted; after the carnage they had just witnessed, they were now bloodthirsty.

"There are still those who dare to resist us; it seems we haven't killed them enough!"

"Brothers, get them! Chop these bastards to pieces!"

The pirates, their faces contorted in struggle, charged forward.

"Naval Sixth Style - Shave!"

Richard instantly appeared beside a pirate, swung his saber in his right hand, and a huge head fell to the ground.

The headless corpse stood there blankly, blood gushing from its neck staining Richard's uniform.

"You dared to kill Seventh Brother? I'll make you pay with your life!!!"

Seeing the pirate on their body have his head chopped off in an instant, all the pirates around them became furious.

After all this killing, the seventh pirate was still the first to have his head chopped off.

The pirates' eyes instantly turned bloodshot again. They abandoned the marines beside them and charged towards Richard and his group with screams.

"What are you yelling about? It'll be your turn soon."

Richard brandished his saber, shaking off the blood, and calmly watched the pirates charging towards him.

Now, he announced that the battlefield was officially under their control.

Some of the stunned sailors nearby also came to their senses.

He stared blankly at the figures of Richard and his men fighting.

A questioning voice came from the navy.

"Major, those look like Richard and his group."

The naval officer, referred to as a major, rubbed his eyes and looked carefully at Richard and his men, who had bravely searched for them.

"Yes, that's right. It's Richard and his men."

Immediately afterwards, several naval soldiers asked nervously;

"Major, shall we go in or leave?"

The major took a deep breath, looking at the people fighting bloody battles, and his resolve began to solidify.

"Let's go! The pirates have slaughtered so many of our brothers. Even if we retreat now, there's nowhere we can escape to."

"Besides, if we retreat now, we'll be deserters."

The major was actually very hesitant; he wanted to run away, but given the current situation, he had no other choice.

To run away is to be a deserter.

Moreover, their branch leader isn't here, so he's the perfect scapegoat.

If he runs away, he will be the one punished in the end. But if they join forces with Richard and win the battle, then Dujul Webb will be the one punished in the end, because he abandoned his post and was not here.

"Go! Help Richard and the others kill all these pirates!"

With his resolve strengthened, the naval lieutenant commander led the remaining navy forces in another attack against the pirates.

This time, they were under much less pressure than before.

Although the naval soldiers have neglected their training for a long time, their physical fitness and the training instincts they have developed are still there.

Under orders from their superior, they followed Richard and his men in launching an attack on the pirates.

The pirates, who were originally only targeting Richard and his group, suddenly felt immense pressure.

Just now, relying on their momentum, they gave the navy a severe beating, causing them to flee in terror.

But now that they've started attacking again, the pirates feel helpless.

Although the marines still dared not fight the pirates one-on-one, the base was now a relatively spacious place where five or six marines could deal with a single pirate at the same time.

Even with this pirate's ferocity, he was overwhelmed by the attack of five or six marines, and within five minutes, seven or eight pirates had already died.

Richard decapitated a pirate with a single stroke, grabbed the pirate's head with his left hand, and roared:

"Brothers, we've defeated them. Now it's time to reap the rewards."

"I've already chopped off five heads, enough to level up several times!"

Richard's words are actually quite exaggerated.

The situation on the field is far from what Richard described, but the navy doesn't know that.

They saw that the pirates who had been so ferocious just moments before were now lying dead under their swords.

Richard, having slain several pirates, tossed their heads around like sandbags, relieving the humiliation of being chased and run by the pirates and the encouragement of his achievements. The morale of the crew had now fully recovered.

"Aaaaaaah! Die, you bastard!"

Taking advantage of the pirate's inattention, a navy officer slashed at the pirate's shoulder with his sword. Although the blow was partially blocked by the bone, it did not cleave the pirate in two.

But his sudden strike still dealt a heavy blow to the pirate before the pirate could even react.

Four or five military knives struck him simultaneously, instantly cutting him into several pieces.

Richard smiled.

Under his influence, this group of useless marines has begun to slowly awaken, although the gap in strength is still considerable.

But this is the Navy's home turf.

Having a numerical advantage is very useful in low-level battles.

Bang!

A naval standard-issue rifle sparked in the darkness as bullets mercilessly pierced the bodies of the pirates.

It was too dark just now, and the navy musketeers couldn't distinguish friend from foe, nor did they assemble together.

Now that they have assembled, they have naturally become a killing machine.

"This idea is a bit tricky!"

Retreat to base and wait for the captain and the others to return!

Seeing the heavy casualties among the pirates around him, the leader of the pirates raised his long sword and commanded them to retreat.

The captain and first mate went to kill the naval captain. He, who was leading more than a hundred pirates, thought he could take down the entire navy.

At worst, we could terrify those navy men so much that they wouldn't be able to fight them.

Things had gone very smoothly at the beginning, but now the navy was about to turn the tables on him, which made him very angry. His eyes were fixed on Richard and the other men who were killing each other.

It was their appearance that caused him to fail on the verge of success!

Austin, take a few men and take them out. I want their heads on my knife!

The third-in-command of the pirates gritted his teeth and said.

The pirate he called Austin was a tall man wielding a battle axe.

He said he had a lot of fun in the fight just now.

At that moment, having received the order, he turned to look at Richard, who was marching triumphantly through the crowd, a cruel, twisted smile appearing on his lips:

"Okay, I'll go and chop him in half right away!"

Confident in his own strength, he did not retreat like other pirates, but instead charged towards Richard with two other pirates.

"call!"

After Richard killed another pirate, he couldn't help but stop and catch his breath.

An arrogant voice rang out in front of him:

"You bastard, how dare you defy us? I'll chop you in half!"

Then, he raised the extremely heavy battle axe high and, without any skill, swung it down at Richard.

Richard, of course, wouldn't stay put and be attacked. He simply jumped high and dodged Austin's attack.

The heavy giant axe landed on the ground, instantly creating a deep crater in the otherwise hard earth.

Austin easily pulled the axe from the ground and charged at Richard again, shouting curses:

"You piece of trash, all you do is dodge! If you're so tough, try taking a blow from your grandpa's axe!"

Richard, who had been trained by the rat for so long, naturally wouldn't fall for such a simple provocation.

He moved with graceful ease, dodging Richard's attack, and then shouted to the musketeers behind him:

"Put your guns on! Let's show this pirate what we're made of!"

Upon hearing Richard's order, the musketeers hurriedly loaded ammunition into their muskets, then raised them and fired without even looking.

"What a bunch of useless trash!"

Richard was nearly hit by his own bullet, and while cursing his teammates, he looked for an opportunity.

It has to be said that although these useless teammates were not accurate, their numbers made up for their lack of precision.

In addition, Austin's unusually tall stature made the attack relatively successful.

Austin must have had his own methods to survive at sea.

He held his large battle axe in front of his chest to protect himself from enemy bullets, while simultaneously retreating backward.

"You bastard, now you know how to run away?"

"Naval Sixth Style - Shave!"

Unbeknownst to Austin, Richard appeared instantly in front of him, his military knife aimed straight at Austin's right leg.

Pfft!

The lathe knife pierced Austin's right leg, and at the same time, Richard swung it viciously, severing his muscle. "Aaaaaaah! You deserve to die!!!"

Enraged, Austin no longer cared about blocking the bullets in front of him. He raised his battle axe high, ready to chop off Richard's head. Bang bang—bang! The musketeers, who had been ignored all along, finally got their sights on.

Bullets kept hitting Austin, splattering blood everywhere.

Richard looked at the lifeless Austin, a slight smile playing on his lips. Only a brute would resort to brute force; a true master fights when possible, and if that's not possible, he gets surrounded and beaten up.

Of course, this excludes some perverts who no longer care about numbers.

The pirates' morale plummeted after losing a key figure, while the Navy's morale soared!

The naval base at dawn after a night of fierce fighting.

Limbs and torsos were scattered everywhere, and the air was thick with the smell of blood and smoke from burning. Naval soldiers collapsed to the ground, too exhausted to move.

Richard and his men were exhausted by this point, but they had achieved a resounding victory.

In the fierce battle that night, Richard beheaded fifteen pirates, including the third-in-command.

After a short rest, they began directing some of the remaining naval soldiers to clean up the battlefield.

The dead naval soldiers were moved together, awaiting identification before being cremated.

The pirates' corpses were decapitated, and the remaining heads were piled up and burned.

The only remaining naval lieutenant commander was severely injured in the pirates' desperate counterattack and has now been sent to the town for emergency treatment.

However, given the town's limited medical resources, there's a high chance the patient won't survive.

At this moment, the remaining naval soldiers also regarded Richard and his companions as their backbone, protecting them like stars surrounding the moon.

It's unclear when exactly, but they had already presupposed Richard's command.

The mouse watched the battle unfold from the hillside, carefully recording the details of the fight in its notebook.

The success of this battle will provide valuable experience for future operations.

After everything calmed down, the naval soldiers discovered that their branch leader had perished in the battle the previous night, along with the pirate captain and his crew.

Although some of the clever ones noticed something was amiss, due to their lack of ability, they chose to remain silent like the others and recorded this detail as well.

There are many other corrupt naval personnel like this who don't live with the naval soldiers and have their own accommodations outside.

They needed to brainstorm to ensure these corrupt naval commanders died in a way that was as reasonable as possible. After recording all the details, Rat took some time to send a message to Raleigh.

The content consists of only a few words:

Mission accomplished!

When Raleigh woke up on the Grand Line and saw the message from the mouse, he was very excited.

This was the first plan he had formally begun to implement after a long period of planning, and it succeeded without attracting anyone's attention.

If the occasion weren't inappropriate, he would definitely invite the rats and the others to a celebration banquet.

Raleigh stood on the deck, his gaze sweeping across the sea and reaching out to the surrounding lands.

The East China Sea is just the beginning; progress in the South China Sea and the West China Sea will follow simultaneously.

As for Beihai?

That was Raleigh's real stronghold. Anyone who wasn't under Raleigh's command had long been replaced through various unexpected means.

High-performing naval officers are promoted to other positions based on their combat achievements, while low-performing officers are simply "squandered".

He died during a battle with pirates. A few days later, a report from the East Blue appeared on the empty desk.

The letter briefly described the events surrounding the heroic death of the 102nd branch leader, Dijour Weber, and the decision to temporarily appoint Major Richard, a combat hero, as all officers had died in the battle against the navy.

Of course, such appointments to the Four Seas Branch do not require Kong's personal approval; a glance is sufficient.

He casually tossed the file aside, never imagining that such reports would keep appearing on his desk before he retired!