Leo lowered his arm and listened to their cheers, a faint smile appearing on his face.
Victory was like fine wine, like delicious food. It intoxicated people, immersed them, made them unable to pull themselves away.
When he lowered his hand, the discipline forged over two months of training made them naturally fall silent and listen to Leo speak.
Such control was truly terrifying. Van Augur and Raphael's eyes gleamed green. Yes, this was it—the reason they had chosen to follow Leo.
With this army, they would be unstoppable. They would become the strongest force on these seas.
Not just them—what ambitious pirate would not yearn for an army like this? Who would not want one? Who wanted a filthy, chaotic, disorganized, undisciplined rabble of pirates?
But they did not know how an army like this could possibly be trained.
First, an army needed its own soul. Second, it needed its own faith. Finally, it needed a clear goal. Then, it needed an iron will, absolute discipline, and, in the end, a certain unspoken branch...
Only then could an army as monstrous as this be created.
"Form ranks." Leo swept his right hand sideways and shouted.
Everyone's smiles vanished. At astonishing speed, they found their respective units within a dozen seconds, took their places, and formed ranks.
Gaps appeared in their formation.
They noticed the problem sharply. This time, there had been casualties...
But all the pirates were stunned by the speed of their assembly. With organizational power like this, once they entered battle, could they really be defeated?!
"In this battle, we killed 122 enemies. We lost fifteen men, with twenty wounded. Our total combat losses were thirty-five."
"That is already one-third of our numbers."
As if they had realized something, some people began to tremble all over.
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