Ringing bell, reaching out and ringing the alarm clock at the head of the bed. Ron rubbed his sleepy eyes, his head still aching from the hangover from last night's. It seems that William's negative description of the vodka in that bar is not unreasonable. Getting up from the bed, walking to the window, pulling back the thick curtains, the strong tropical sunlight shone in at once, and Ron only felt that his eyes were white, and he couldn't see anything.

Ron reached out and blocked his eyes, and after a while, the dazzling white light faded. Now, through the windows, you can see the sea, the beach, the coconut groves, and the road around the coast, with all kinds of vehicles on the road, and at a junction a little farther away, you can see a few gendarmes in white helmets maintaining order.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and when the door opened, there were Tom and Pato standing in the doorway.

"Hey, up? Just like yesterday, we thought you wouldn't be able to get up today. ”

Like that yesterday? Yes, yesterday was a battle between the navy and the army, and under the leadership of Ron, the army relied on its numerical superiority to launch round after round of onslaught against the navy. The first to fall was Petrov, this White Russian was not a small drinker, but he was more willing to pour himself than to pour it on others. When the Russians collapsed, William quickly followed.

It is a pity that the end of foreign wars does not mean peace. After the overthrow of the navy, a brutal civil war broke out. Led by Tom