The British Royal Marines have a very long history, dating back to the time of the Stuart dynasty. The first English naval infantry, named the Admiral's Regiment, was founded on 26 October 1664, becoming the fourth European nation to organize naval infantry after Spain in 1537. When the Naval Infantry was first established, the training was organized by Admiral Duke of York, later King James II of England. This regiment of infantry, dressed in yellow uniforms, shone in the battle for naval supremacy between Britain and the Netherlands, and won unanimous praise from all walks of life in England.

However, from the very beginning of its establishment, it was not all smooth sailing. James II, because of his religious beliefs and measures to strengthen the power of the king, provoked strong resentment among the nobility, gentry and bourgeoisie in the country, which led to the Glorious Revolution. The naval infantry, formed and trained by James II, was dissolved by parliament after the Glorious Revolution.

In 1702, in response to the needs of the War of the Spanish Succession, Parliament approved the formation of six regiments of naval infantry. In tandem with the Dutch army, this army captured Spanish-controlled Gibraltar and controlled the Strait of Gibraltar, the throat of the Mediterranean, thus establishing the strategic superiority of the British Royal Navy in the Mediterranean. In 1755, the Marine Corps was officially formed and attached to the Royal Navy. In 1802, King George III personally bestowed the title of "Royal" on the Marines, becoming the second British regular military force to bear the title of Royalty after the Royal Navy.

From the very beginning of its establishment, the British Marine Corps has always been an important cornerstone of the "empire on which the sun never sets", but all colonies with the British flag have the footprints of the Royal Marines, and its rise and fall are linked to the rise and fall of the entire British Empire. In World War II, when the "empire on which the sun never sets" gave its last rays, the Royal Marines reached the pinnacle of their history. However, with the rapid decline of Britain's global empire, this military force quickly shrank to less than 10,000 men. The most senior military fan, Lin Zihan has a lot of treasures about the history of the British Royal Navy, but it is only 1792, and this military force has not yet been affirmed by the royal family and has not been awarded the title of "Royal".

After coming out of William Aldrich's office, Lin Zihan felt as if he had been trapped, this Marine Corps only existed on top of the establishment, except for the three second lieutenant officers and him, the chief officer, there was not even a single soldier on the empty shelf! What's the difference between this and Commander Lights? Damn, Colonel Aldrich is such an old fox!

Lin Zihan did not rush to gather his three subordinates, but received a set of Marine Corps lieutenant officer uniforms, and walked towards the gate of the barracks, he still had something to explain to William, who was about to leave.

In the afternoon of the next day, in the officers' lounge of the Marine Corps.

A young Marine Second Lieutenant officer, tearing open the complicated scarf on his collar, said in a somewhat dejected tone, "Barnett, I just heard unpleasant news from outside."

Barnett, the second lieutenant officer sitting in a chair holding a book to read, did not raise his head, and looked intently at the "Natural Philosophy" in his hand, obviously immune to the "news" in Bert's mouth: "Bert, what news have you found again?"

Bert sat down in his chair with a grunt, unsheathed his saber from his waist and placed it on the table: "It's about our new chief. According to Major Aldrich's chamberlain, our newly appointed company commander was a straw bale who knew nothing but classics, which made Mr. Colonel very unhappy! God, I don't know how this kind of person managed to sneak into the army and become your boss! ”

Bert was the eldest son of a merchant family in London and had the inheritance of hundreds of thousands of pounds of property. But he was not interested in the kind of life that he could see at a glance, so he quietly found a relationship and used his own money to buy an officer's position, originally thinking of doing a big job in the army and earning a knighthood on the battlefield to go home, but he didn't expect to be assigned to this empty company without even a soldier. Originally, Bert was not angry, but now there is another straw bale chief, how can he not have resentment in his heart?

Barnett put down the hardcover book in his hand and said helplessly: "Bert, is this kind of thing rare in the Royal Navy, what is there to be angry about?" Let's talk about it, this gentleman may not have a small background. "Barnett came from an aristocratic family, and it has long been strange for nobles to install relatives and friends in the army, especially the Royal Navy, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the back garden of the children of nobles. So when Bert mentioned the guy who didn't understand anything about the future commander, he immediately thought of the back of the company commander.

"Ah, Barnett, you guessed it! This guy came with a handwritten letter from Viscount Bernard. God, what is wrong with the great United Kingdom of Great Britain that these shameful and stupid associates have become officers! It's all those damned hypocritical aristocrats! Bert roared with some excitement, he had long been fed up with the eyes of those arrogant nobles from a merchant family. No matter how rich a merchant is, he will always be inferior to the aristocracy.

Realizing something, Bert said with some embarrassment, "Barnett, I'm not talking about you. You're the kindest and most learned kid I've ever met, really, I really didn't mean that. ”

Barnett was a little helpless, and said to his straightforward friend: "That's true, Bert, you don't need to apologize for this, my position was originally obtained through the influence of the family. But you're wrong about one thing, I'm not really a nobleman. As you know, my brother will inherit the title and estate of our family, and I am just a young son with no right to inherit. ”

The British inheritance law is indeed a bit of a pain, and the daughters and second sons do not get any titles and inheritance rights, and the only thing they can get is a meager cash inheritance, or a decent church or government position. Barnett, who knew that there was no way out for staying at home, joined the army directly, and maybe he could get a future in the army.

Bert also knew a little about Barnett's family affairs, so he changed the unpleasant topic: "By the way, where's Aven?" It seems that I haven't seen anyone else for a day today. ”

Barnett continued to pick up the book, shrugged his shoulders very impolitely, and said, "How do I know that this guy is not the same kind of person as us, and where he will tell us?"

"That's right, it is said that Ewen was originally just an ordinary sailor, and with the merits he earned, he finally stepped into the ranks of officers. How can such a person look down on us who became officers from our families? Bert said in a self-deprecating tone, completely forgetting that he had scolded the "relational household" just now, in fact, he himself relied on money to buy this position.

Barnett gave Bert a playful look and smiled, "Huh...... Just now, someone was still angry with his boss who relied on him, and he exposed his true nature after a while?"

Bert was caught on the sore foot and shouted angrily, "Barnett, you fellow! Are the abilities of the two of us comparable to that bale company commander? If he dares to compete with me in swordsmanship, I will definitely be able to knock him out in ten moves! "Bert is very comfortable with his fencing skills, and he hasn't lost a competition against his peers anyway.

Before Bert could finish speaking, the door to the lounge was pushed open. I saw Ai Wen, who had a cramped face, standing next to a tall young officer with a very handsome face, his face was bitter. Evan said helplessly: "Bert, Barnett, this is our new commander, Lieutenant George Wickham, and he will be in charge of all the affairs of the Marine Separate Company in the future!"

Lin Zihan straightened his straight lieutenant's uniform, and walked into the lounge with big strides, and the shiny cowhide boots stepped on the wooden floor and made a very rhythmic sound of "da-da-da", which made Bert's little heart tremble with the floor. Bert was sure that the young and handsome officer had heard his "talk" when he was outside the door just now! The British ** team has always been an army that places great emphasis on the concept of superiors and subordinates, and no officer will tolerate offense and collision with subordinates. Bert is now worried about whether the new commander will give him little shoes to wear.

Lin Zihan curled the corners of his mouth, looked at the two second lieutenant officers in front of him, and thought that there was no shadow of this company, but the "thorn" came out first. Such "thorns" were very common in previous lives, from government agencies, departments and offices in companies and enterprises, to small school classes. If the new leader cannot suppress these thorns, then this leader will not have any prestige in the days to come. It seems that this Bert is a little thorn in the four-member officer corps, see if my brother is good to serve you...... Hey. Lin Zihan smiled evilly in his heart, but on the surface, he was serious: "Some people are very critical of my position as company commander, do you say, Second Lieutenant Burt?"

Bert's temperament belongs to the kind of guy who doesn't eat hard and soft, and when Lin Zihan stirred up a sentence without yin or yang, the anger in his heart rose up, and his mouth was not polite: "Lieutenant Wickham, this is Colonel Aldrich's evaluation." And I don't think a guy who was thrown out of the Royal Navy by his boss could have any recognizable abilities. ”

Lin Zihan was almost choked to death by this guy's straightforward words, is my brother the kind of officer that no one wants? Although Lin Zihan greeted Bert's female relatives in his heart, the expression on his face was very calm: "Oh? So what does Ensign Bert think a good Marine officer needs?"

Seeing this, Barnett, who had been observing Lin Zihan, quietly put away the contempt in his heart, thinking that such an angry chief was not simple, and as far as the city government was concerned, it was not to be underestimated. But what Barnett didn't know, Lin Zihan did sales work in his previous life, and if he showed what he thought in his heart in this line of work, he would still be a fart.

Bert smiled darkly: "Lieutenant Wickham, I think an officer in the Marine Corps is at least good at shooting, fencing and fighting. I wonder if I have the privilege of learning from the chief?" He had already made up his mind to give the little white-faced chief a dismount, and he had always been confident in these skills, and there were still legends of him in the London circle.

Lin Zihan couldn't deny it, and said: "Ensign Bert is right, this is indeed the most basic skill of a road corps officer. There wasn't a lot of space in the lounge, so shooting and fencing were free, but we could fight each other. Lin Zihan sneered in his heart, although my brother is not the material for the navy, but the reserve training for three consecutive years was not given in vain, if you don't let you see why Hua'er is so red, wouldn't it be a loss of the face of those PLA instructors back then?

As soon as he thought that he would beat this unpleasant chief into a pig's head, Bert couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart, and hurriedly answered: "Of course there is no problem, then please ask the chief to make a move first!" After saying that, he took off his coat and wore only a white linen shirt, wrapped in angular tendon flesh. At least in terms of appearance, Lin Zihan's little white face is not Bert's opponent no matter how you look at it.

Lin Zihan was not polite, untied the saber at his waist, threw it directly at Bert, and then hunched his waist and quickly leaned over. Bert was taken aback, he didn't expect his commander to be so yin and use such shameless tactics. Bert hurriedly turned to his side, dodging the saber that flew towards him. Although this saber is not unsheathed, if it is hit in the head, some hardships are inevitable.

At the moment when Bert hurriedly turned sideways, Lin Zihan quickly accumulated the strength of his whole body to the maximum, stretched out his hands and grabbed the opponent's hands tightly, and then flew up and kicked on the most fragile kneecap. Bert felt a sharp pain in his knee, and then his body lost his balance and was heavily pressed to the ground by Lin Zihan. Lin Zihan adjusted his arm slightly, stuck it dead on Bert's Adam's apple, and then said slowly, "You lost."

Only then did Bert recover from his shock and shouted dissatisfiedly: "This is not a contest between gentlemen and gentlemen, you have used despicable means, I am not convinced!" Barnett and Evan looked at Lin Zihan with a surprised expression, and in less than two seconds, Bert was knocked to the ground, and this level of fighting was already very strong.

Lin Zihan let go of his hands and said in a mocking tone: "Second Lieutenant Bert, if I were your enemy on the battlefield, you would have died a long time ago. The enemy will never play according to your routine, there is an old Chinese saying that soldiers never tire of cheating, if you still have this mentality, then you will only die faster on the battlefield!"

After listening to Lin Zihan's words, Bert was a little unconvinced, but he didn't know how to argue for a while. Barnett and Evan, who were onlookers, helped Bert, who had failed the challenge, up, with a thoughtful expression on his face, and he didn't know what he was thinking.