Charlotte Linlin: If It Doesn't Work Out, Quit That Damn Marine Job!
The New World, the Marines frontline, G-5 Marine Base.
At this moment, Ortolan was inspecting his territory as the base commander.
G-5 is indeed left with only a handful of sailors. This huge Marine Base has only about two thousand Marines left, including two Commander, one Lieutenant Commander, and not even a colonel.
As soon as Ortolan arrived, the two Commander submitted reports requesting to be transferred from G-5. Clearly, they had suffered a severe psychological blow, which caused them problems and wavering. Ortolan did not refuse and readily approved the request.
In fact, this kind of situation is quite common. The Marines generally does not refuse such transfer requests; it's the norm. These Marines who have suffered heavy losses and developed psychological problems are transferred to the rear, where they receive professional psychological counseling and do logistics work for two years. If they recover, they can still be transferred back to the front lines.
You can even apply for retirement directly, and such applications are also likely to be approved; basically, no one will try to block them.
For example, in the original story, Nami and Nojiko's adoptive mother, Bellemere, applied for retirement after suffering a complete wipeout.
Because the battle with Douglas Bullet was an encounter, the base was not affected by any architectural issues, Ortolan could use it directly.
Looking at the various flashy ships moored in the naval port, Ortolan turned to Lieutenant Commander G-5, who was with him, and asked, "Are these our warships?"
"Yes, Vice Admiral Bane," the Lieutenant Commander replied matter-of-factly, then continued, "These ships were mostly captured from pirates. We were also supposed to have ten Type 96 warships allocated to headquarters, but in the previous incident, almost all of them were sunk. Only two are still under repair and temporarily unusable..."
"I see." Ortolan nodded, thinking to himself that it was indeed G-5. The Marines was going to war on pirate ships. If it weren't for their distinctive flags, I really wouldn't have been able to tell that they were the Marines.
Without much thought, Ortolan said to the Momonga beside him, "Send a report to headquarters saying that we don't have a single warship here, and ask them to send me fifty as soon as possible."
"Fifty ships?" the Momonga exclaimed in surprise. "Isn't that a bit too many?"
A standard base would be lucky to have a dozen or so ships, and you're asking for fifty? Do you think you're the son of Admiral Sengoku?
"Are you stupid?" Ortolan rolled his eyes at the Momonga and said, "If you say you want ten, they will only give you ten. But if you ask for fifty, they will discuss it and maybe give you thirty?"
The squeaky wheel gets the grease!
Upon hearing this, the Momonga immediately understood and looked at Ortolan with admiration, saying, "No wonder you could Vice Admiral general..."
"There's also the issue of manpower. Right now, there are only a little over two thousand men left in the entire G-5 fleet, and they're mostly logistics personnel. The frontline combatants either have psychological or physical problems. Didn't you see that as soon as we arrived, two Commander ran away? There will definitely be large-scale reassignments later. Tell headquarters to quickly replenish our manpower as well. Ask for fifty thousand men, based on the number of fifty warships!" Ortolan instructed again.
"You really dare to ask for that much..." The Momonga couldn't help but complain as it recorded the numbers in its notebook. "You should be grateful that headquarters can allocate five thousand of them, considering that the name G-5 doesn't sound good."
"Five thousand is definitely not enough, but G-5 needs to be rebuilt as soon as possible to be in the interests of our Marines. So the Admiral will definitely ask me to recruit soldiers on my own. But I don't have any resources at the beginning, so the headquarters will have to allocate military funds for me, right?" Ortolan said with a smile.
"Don't you still have your resources? The base wasn't attacked. Didn't all the wealth that G-5 plundered fall into your hands? Although it hasn't been re-counted and verified yet, I just went to the warehouse and saw that the funds there should be enough for you to recruit at least 10,000 soldiers," the Momonga said, somewhat puzzled.
"Are you stupid? We only found out about this money when we got here. The Admiral Sengoku and the others didn't know there was money here!" Ortolan rolled his eyes at the Momonga again.
G-5's style is similar to that of pirates, so their spending habits are the same. Everyone's on the front lines, risking their lives, so why would you save money? You'd definitely live for the moment!
Otherwise, the money you save will soon become your inheritance, and then be taken over by someone like Ortolan.
This attack was also sudden. The main force of G-5 was out hunting, enjoying hot pot and singing songs, when they were suddenly attacked by Douglas Bullet. They couldn't even take many people with them, otherwise Ortolan wouldn't have been able to pick up this money.
Smile, standing to the side, also looked at Ortolan with surprise. Wait... is this what Marines admiral should be doing? Should I report this to the Marines discipline forces to investigate this guy? Is there something wrong with him?
However, seeing that the Momonga immediately accepted this explanation, I smiled and realized that my experience as Marines was too short, and I probably didn't understand how things worked. I guess that's how the Marines are.
After inspecting the base, Ortolan and the others went to the base commander's office.
He sat in the chair in front of his desk, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and said, "Right now, we have no soldiers, no money, no warships. Forget about going out to wipe out any pirates. Let's wait until headquarters has arranged our needs before making any further arrangements. Right now, we need to start a comprehensive review of the current situation at our base. Are our logistical supplies sufficient? Are our weapons and ammunition enough? How many people are preparing to apply for transfers? Have them submit their reports as soon as possible. If they try to transfer anyone in a week, I won't approve it."
After pausing, Ortolan smiled at the Momonga and said, "You two should discuss and arrange these matters."
Yi Xiao nodded honestly and agreed, saying, "I understand, I will finish these tasks as soon as possible."
The Momonga hesitated for a moment and said, "We've done all these jobs, so what will you do?"
"This is not something a Rear Admiral concerned with!" Ortolan said righteously.
Then, Ortolan softened his tone and said gently, "Momonga, you don't have any grassroots operational experience. However, I have high hopes for your future. You will definitely become Vice Admiral. Now, get familiar with the work here first, so that when you go to a base as a base commander in the future, there won't be any problems. So you need to understand that I'm arranging these tasks for you, do you understand?"
The Momonga nodded seriously and said, "To be honest, if I didn't know what kind of person you are, I might have actually believed what you said."
However, after saying that, the Momonga laughed and agreed, "I understand. Yixiao and I will take care of these matters as soon as possible."
Soon, Issho and Momonga left the office, Ortolan sat alone, looking at the sea view outside the window. After a long while, he took out Den Den Mushi from his pocket.
Ortolan looked at the Den Den Mushi, pondered for a long time, and finally made a decision to make a call to Den Den Mushi that he hadn't dialed in a long time.
Meanwhile, on Cake Island in the Whole Cake Island.
Charlotte Linlin is having her lunch in the castle. She's heavily pregnant and clearly about to give birth. I wonder how many children she has?
Katakuri and Perospero were also there, having a meal with their mothers.
Just as Katakuri was eating a donut, his Den Den Den Mushi suddenly rang. Disturbed while eating, Katakuri looked a little annoyed and casually took out the Den Den Mushi.
Upon seeing the simulated expression on the Den Den Mushi, he was immediately overjoyed and exclaimed happily, "It's Torun!"
Upon hearing his voice, Perospero looked surprised, while Charlotte Linlin sneered, "That brat actually dared to contact us?"
Katakuri explained with a smile, "He contacts me occasionally to chat about trivial things."
As he said this, Katakuri answered the Den Den Mushi and greeted her in a gentle tone, "Torun, it's me. What's up?"
Ortolan composed himself and said, "I thought we hadn't been in touch for a long time, so I just wanted to say hello."
As soon as he finished speaking, Charlotte Linlin's voice came from the other end. "Stop with the pretense, brat. Just say what you want to say. I'm listening here."
Ortolan pursed his lips awkwardly, then said, "Well, I've been transferred to G-5 as base commander, right on the front lines of the New World Marines..."
Charlotte Linlin paused, then asked in surprise, "What happened? Did something go wrong with the Marines? Why did they send you to this dump? I thought you were doing pretty well in the Marines, and now you've been wrecked?... If you don't like this damn Marines, then you should leave and come with us!"