From the Navy Admiral to the Gotei 13

So he just reminded the Warring States general a few words and didn't say anything else.

Diarmuid's current direct subordinates include Major General Flying Squirrel, Major General Burning Mountain, Major General Doberman, and Gion.

They are all members of the 'special response force' formed by Diarmait.

However, at present, this special combat force is of no use.

Diarmait was actually a bit embarrassed. He had been organizing and organizing things, and just now he created a "non-existent organization" in the navy. Now it was half-dead, and he was just waiting for Stussy to create Happy Street to force it to survive.

Later, he became a lieutenant general and formed this special combat force. However, before he could make proper arrangements, things happened to him. He went to the South China Sea, captured Roger, and then defeated Shi Ji. Diarmait was promoted on the spot, and now he was sent out to be the head of a place.

There definitely isn't much time left to continue building this 'special response force'.

It made him lose face.

Fortunately, the Warring States generals and others did not care about Diarmait's failures.

After all, from the very beginning, General Zhan Guo did not have high expectations for this. He just thought that Diarmait had just been promoted to lieutenant general. As a young man, he suddenly became powerful and wanted to make some achievements to prove himself.

It was easy to understand, so I didn't stop him and let Diarmait do it.

Now it seems that it is half yellow.

The Warring States generals and others were not surprised. This was normal. If Diarmuid always succeeded in doing one thing at a time, it would be abnormal.

That's too evil.

Occasionally seeing him fail, I always feel a lot more balanced.

Diarmait was also clear-headed and did not really get stuck on this matter. He always had clear goals for himself.

At this stage, the priority is to secure the position of the general.

Therefore, this special combat force can fail, and it will not hurt his foundation, but if the G-7 is ruined, it will be embarrassing.

Therefore, he will now focus on G-7, as for this special combat force and so on.

Let the bullets fly for a while.

Anyway, the organization and framework will not be cancelled for the time being. After the flying squirrels grow up, maybe they will be monetized naturally?

Flying Squirrel and Burning Mountain were not arranged to follow Diarmait to G-7. They still had to work in the headquarters.

This is normal. We can't take away all our subordinates just because a lieutenant general leaves the headquarters. If we do that, it won't be long before the headquarters is hollowed out by all the major bases.

When Diarmait left Marineford, he took Gion and Doberman with him.

The naval soldiers under his command only took away one ship of elite soldiers, and the rest were dispersed and redistributed to other naval generals.

This is normal. After all, after Diarmait went to G-7, he had tens of thousands of navy officers under his command, so he was not short of this.

As for strength?

That’s not our headquarters’ problem. It depends on how you lead your troops!

The warship was sailing on the sea. Doberman was standing on the deck, enjoying the sea breeze and feeling very happy.

He graduated from the 8th Officer Training Camp and ranked fifth, which was not particularly outstanding.

But because Vice Admiral Diarmuid had taken a fancy to him and had directly captured him to be his assistant officer, how long had it been since then? Less than a year had passed, and he had already become a rear admiral of the Navy Headquarters.

The chief of the same period as him is still struggling at the position of brigadier general.

Sure enough, he didn't follow the wrong person!

After Diarmait captured Roger and then cooperated with General Zhan Guo to show his prowess in the headquarters and defeated Shiqi, Doberman had become completely devoted to Diarmait.

Now they are going to work in G-7, and Doberman is full of confidence and is determined to make some achievements in the G-7.

He also realized that if nothing unexpected happened, the lieutenant general would eventually become a general.

It is even possible to go further and stand at the pinnacle of the navy in the future.

Dauberman still has self-awareness. He doesn't need to think about becoming an admiral or anything like that, so if he wants to make a name for himself in the navy in the future, he still needs to have a good backer.

Lieutenant General Diarmait is his right hand. If Diarmait does well in the headquarters, he will certainly do well too!

So he also made up his mind to do a good job in G-7!

Here, Doberman enjoys the sea breeze and imagines the future.

Not far away, at the edge of the deck, Gion and Diarmait were sitting side by side, each with a small stool, fishing with fishing rods in their hands.

"Diarmait, what are your thoughts on G-7? When we get there, where should we start?" Gion asked.

Diarmait held a fishing rod in one hand and a cigar in the other. He exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "The island where G-7 is located is very large, and the entire base occupies less than one-fifth of it. This is obviously inappropriate. I plan to expand the base first, incorporating one-third of the island into the base area, creating a fortress that can accommodate at least people. After that, we will relocate a certain number of people and establish a military town on the remaining island area. This is my first stage of thinking."

"Fifty thousand?" Gion was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Are you planning to recruit fifty thousand men to form a G-7 garrison? This is not an easy task."

(Manuo Zhao) "Lieutenant General Jonathan has also been appointed as the base commander of G-8. He also told me that he plans to form a garrison of 8 people in G-... My people are nothing, right?" Diarmait said with a smile.

Naval bases are strong and weak. It is normal for a strong base to have tens of thousands of troops under its command, and it is also normal for a weak base to have only a few hundred or a thousand people.

Twenty years later, at the Battle of Marineford, the Marine Headquarters recruited 100,000 elite officers from all over the world to participate in the Battle of Marineford.

That's 100,000 officers and soldiers, not 100,000 soldiers!

An ordinary colonel-level officer must have at least a hundred men under his command.

It is conceivable that the elite soldiers recruited by the navy in the Battle of Marineford alone, when viewed from the perspective of the entire world, how many people they had under their command and how much manpower the navy had as a whole.

Those were elite officers; the average officers and generals, and even more, were not qualified to participate in the war at Marineford.

Therefore, as the top overlord of the sea, the navy's military power is very powerful, but it is scattered throughout the world, so it cannot all be gathered together.

According to rough estimates, as the world's most powerful military organization, the navy should have tens of millions of troops, and hundreds of millions is not impossible.

But it is not too exaggerated. Think about Alabasta. As a military power, the capital of Alabasta, Albana, has a standing army of 600,000.

Judging from the current situation, Diarmuid would never believe that Alabasta did not have an army of two million across the country.

They can mobilize tens of millions of rebels in the opposition alone, and they are a very powerful group.

So Diarmait's statement of wanting to recruit 7 people from the G- is not an exaggeration.

Right

Chapter 92: The Warden: Lieutenant General Diarmait and I have a long-standing friendship!

A few days later, the handover of the G-7 Naval Base was completed, the original base commander returned to the headquarters, and Diarmuid officially took office.

At this time, Diarmait was sitting in the office of the G-7 base commander.

He was holding the detailed information handed over, which contained the current situation of the G-7.

It's not bad. There are 7 sailors currently serving in the G-, and none of them are old, weak, or sick. Diarmait has already inspected them.

But if you say they are elite, they are not that elite.

Just an ordinary navy.

In terms of military appearance and discipline, they are all qualified. Not excellent, but not outrageous either.

Overall, the G-7 is average. It seems that the previous base commander was also average in ability, good at maintaining the status quo but not aggressive enough.

Diarmait was not surprised at all.

Just as Diarmait was looking at the information, the office door was pushed open, and Gion walked in.

"How is it? Do the funds match the accounts?" Dirmuth asked.

Gion nodded and smiled. "With your title as the general candidate, Diarmuid, no one wants to offend you now. Lieutenant General Salier's handover will be no problem at all. Currently, G-7's funds are completely consistent with the account balance. I've counted them and there are billion berries in reserve. Based on the current scale, it's enough to maintain the base's operation and maintenance this year. However, if you want to carry out any large-scale construction, expand the base, build a new military town, relocate the population, etc., that's completely insufficient. Do you want to find a way to trick the Warring States generals and get them to approve some military funds for you?"

More than 10 billion Baileys may seem like a lot, but in reality, it is not that much.

The food, drink, defecation and urination of the ten thousand sailors all come from here, and there is also the daily maintenance of the base, the replenishment of artillery ammunition, the repair and construction of warships, etc., all of which cost money.

Not to mention more, it's just enough. If Diarmuid does anything, it will probably go over budget.

Diarmait nodded. He would be satisfied as long as the handed-over accounts were consistent with the actual situation.

He didn't expect any surprises here.

"Do you have any good ideas or suggestions?" Diarmuid asked.

Gion smiled and sat down on the sofa. He poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip and said, "I'm free anyway. The pirate wave hasn't reached us yet. Since we're close to the Southern Calm Wind Belt and adjacent to the Three Fortresses of Justice, the sea is relatively calm and there aren't many pirates. I think it would be better to organize our troops and carry out construction. Including the ones we brought with us, there are more than 10,000 people. They are strong laborers after all..."

"What about the material costs? I want to expand, but I can't expand out of thin air, right?" Diarmait said with a smile.

"There are plenty of woods on the island, so we can just cut them down directly. But as for stones and metal materials... Stones can be dug on the spot. If that doesn't work, you can just pull a meteorite down from the sky. As for metals, you can only buy them... Of course, if you're lucky and pull down a meteorite with a high metal content, that can also save money. There are still many ways." Gion said with a smile.

"Hahaha, that makes sense, but ten thousand people are still not enough. We need more people, and it would be best if they don't have to pay salaries." Diarmait laughed.

"You mean... slaves?" Gion asked after a moment of surprise.

Before Diarmait could speak, Gion shook his head and said, "Although slaves are found all over the world and the trade is booming, it's prohibited by law. As members of the navy, we can't afford to do so. It would also negatively impact your reputation. ... Furthermore, acquiring slaves requires a significant amount of capital, and slave traders won't give you slaves for free just because you're a candidate for admiral."

As for the slaves, once they were brought in, all he had to do was provide them with food. As for food and the like, Diarmait was not worried. This place was very close to the doldrums, and he could just get two sea kings to solve many of the food problems.

Diarmait smiled and said, "We don't need slaves. Let's do some labor reform. Prepare the boat and go visit our neighbors..."

"Neighbor?" Gion was a little curious about what Diarmuid was talking about.

But she quickly realized what was happening, looked at Diarmaitre in surprise, and asked, "Are you going to Impelton?"

"Hurry up and prepare the boat." Diarmait waved his hand without answering.

Gion also smiled, shook his head, and went downstairs to prepare the boat.

After Diarmait had put away the documents on his desk and arranged for Doberman to take charge of G-7, the two warships headed towards Impelton.

The distance was really close. In less than half a day, with the speed of the warship, they had arrived near Impelton.

At this time, the warden of Impelton was not the prison bully Magellan. He was the deputy director of Impelton. He was as tall as he would be twenty years later, but he looked much younger.

The current warden of Impelton, also known as the director, is an old man with white hair and two horns on his head. He does not look like a normal human race. To be honest, most of the people in Impelton do not look like normal people.

It should be some special race, like the long-armed race or the dwarf race.

However, Diarmait had no intention of asking for information.

The warden was not too surprised to hear that Commander G-7 was coming to visit Impelton.

Because Impelton and G-7 are indeed geographically close and have always cooperated, it is normal for them to visit each other now that a new neighbor is the boss.

The warship's outer wheels slowly came to a stop, and the huge warship landed steadily in the port of Impelton.

Diarmait and Gion, smiling and looking happy, walked towards the harbor.