Elder brother's garrison

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Saratoga rubbed his face to clear his head, then maneuvered his carrier-based aircraft, whizzing through the air and circling back and forth before flying directly above the enemy and unleashing a deafening bombardment.

Saratoga didn't have much time to waste on these weak enemies. Fighting was more like a diversion from her life than the main focus of her life, Little White.

Fry it up! Fry it all up! It would be best to fry it all upside down so I can go find Xiaobai after get off work.

“Speaking of which, Lexington.” Ahead, Bismarck, dressed in black and carrying a huge ship rigging, emerged from the hail of bullets, and a dark shadow instantly covered Lexington.

The shells rained down on Bismarck's massive rigging almost non-stop, exploding like firecrackers and sending up waves of red light.

Bismarck made no attempt to dodge the attacks, letting the shells bombard him.

She stood in front of Lexington, her expression somewhat peculiar.

"What's wrong, Bismarck? Is something the matter?" Lexington respected Bismarck a lot. She knew that Bismarck was not the type to talk about personal matters on the battlefield. When she saw that Bismarck wanted to talk to her, Lexington stopped and looked at Bismarck curiously.

“The enemy is a bit scattered,” Bismarck nodded, then said to Lexington.

"Scattered?" Lexington was taken aback, then looked back at Bismarck's back as he was being bombarded.

In reality, whether something is scattered or not is relative. Under the unreasonable offensive of the newbie naval base, no matter how many deep-sea ships you have or how tightly packed you are, you will be blasted into scattered terracotta warriors by the B25 squadron in the first encounter.

Since everything was in disarray, Lexington didn't really notice the exact state of the scattered deep-sea fleet.

At this moment, prompted by Bismarck, Lexington slightly increased his attention and then carefully observed the Abyssal Fleet for a few seconds under Bismarck's protection.

This observation actually gave Lexington a clue.

Sure enough, although today's Abyssal Fleet was similar to yesterday's, both being thoroughly beaten and rendered useless, today's Abyssal Fleet clearly lacked the vitality it had the day before.

After being dispersed, the first action of the Abyssal Fleet was not to regroup and return to the fleet, but to launch a counterattack against the ship girls, and only then did they consider returning to the fleet.

“Yes, I can see that.” Lexington said, nodding to Bismarck. “The Abyssal Fleet is much more disorganized than yesterday. As expected of you, Bismarck.”

"Hmm." Bismarck endured the attack expressionlessly. "What do you think is going on?"

“Uh… logically speaking, this situation should mean that the Deepsea Amphibious Ship has lost its leadership… or that the leadership’s objectives are unclear or something like that,” Lexington replied after thinking for a moment.

This situation is quite unusual.

For modern ship girls, the Abyssal Fleet is not scary, because the average strength of ship girls is far superior to that of the Abyssal Fleet. What is scary about the Abyssal Fleet is that once it is led by the Abyssal flagship, it will fully utilize its numerical advantage. A group of well-coordinated Abyssal Fleets is the most terrifying thing.

However, at this point, the Deepsea Amphibious Ship had lost control of the Deepsea flagship, which meant that the Deepsea Amphibious Ship's threat level was greatly reduced.

“I think we can be a little more aggressive before others notice,” Bismarck suggested.

"Hmm..." Lexington then realized that Bismarck had come to ask him for tactical advice. "Hmm, if it's Bismarck, there shouldn't be a problem. So, Bismarck, what kind of radical action do you want to take?"

"Charge in and get it over with." Bismarck gave a thumbs up.

"..." Lexington gave a wry smile.

Yes, that's a very Bismarck-esque tactic.

"I still think it's a little dangerous... and if we go that far, headquarters will probably think we've gone mad and send us back home soon..."

“It’s alright, as long as we run fast enough, headquarters’ information can’t keep up with us.” Bismarck said with an air of self-assurance.

Lexington felt that sometimes being as simple-minded as Bismarck could be quite a happy thing.

"In short, a small number is fine. I'll take a few men and charge in. Don't worry, there won't be any problems," Bismarck suggested to Lexington.

"Hmm... okay... so who are you going to bring, Bismarck?"

“I spoke with Veneto before I came, and she, her sister, Eugen, and Washington Rodney are all willing to come in with me.” Bismarck gave a thumbs up.

"Alright." What else could Lexington say? Since Bismarck had already brought it up, there was nothing more she could say.

Having received Lexington's promise, Bismarck nodded and slowly turned around. Shells bombarded her ship's rigging and began to strike her body as she turned, with several shells even heading straight for her face.

Bismarck still didn't try to dodge, letting the shells explode on his body without even blinking.

If you look closely, you'll see that all the shells were blocked and weakened by a faint green protective shell when they made contact with Bismarck's body, preventing them from causing any damage.

This is Bismarck's skill as a ship girl. For every attack she is about to take, Bismarck's legend will help her weaken or even resist a certain degree of the attack, protecting her.

"Then I'm off." Bismarck rushed into the interior of the Abyssal Fleet. As she moved, the others in the group, who seemed to have already communicated with Bismarck, followed her footsteps after seeing her leave the group.

Several ship girls converged halfway, forming a line that pierced straight into the deep-sea amphibious fleet like a sharp knife.

Then, like fireworks, colorful artillery fire erupted in an instant, and the deep-sea fleet, which had been attacked by Bismarck and her forces, could no longer maintain its orderly posture and collapsed with a rumble.

Bismarck and her group's actions were naturally seen by many other ship girls in the naval base. They stared at Bismarck with their mouths agape, completely shocked, as she charged forward as if her life depended on it.

"This...this is the boss!" Many ship girls watched in shock as Bismarck led her team of ship girls who seemed to be heroes wielding long spears, cutting in and out of the fleet seven times, like wolves charging into a flock of sheep, doing whatever they wanted. They were deeply shocked.

—This can't be explained by strength alone. Have these ship girls gone mad? That's an Abyssal fleet!

If we do that, how much firepower will the flagship ship girl have to endure?

The ship girls watched silently as Bismarck's body, which was almost completely covered by red cannon fire, was amazed by Bismarck's defensive capabilities that allowed her to withstand a certain amount of damage.

In fact, Bismarck's defense is not particularly high. Compared to ship girls like Missouri Veneto who have powerful ship equipment, Bismarck's ship equipment can only be barely considered to be above average.

However, it would be naive to judge a ship girl's combat power solely by the strength of her ship equipment.

Bismarck, the newbie naval commander, is the kind of super ship girl whose combat power cannot be measured by the strength of her ship equipment.

When it comes to "how to win a battle," no one in the entire newbie naval base understands it more thoroughly than Bismarck.

On the battlefield, Bismarck's every move is the perfect choice—minimally costly, highly efficient, and direct. She utilizes every available resource to fight and win. It is precisely because of this that she can charge into battle using her ship girl skills.

The morning on the main battlefield ended with Bismarck and her friends' individual performance II.

As is customary, the rookie naval base only works half a day. Under the blazing sun, Bismarck returned with an excited Roma, and together with Lexington and the others who were already prepared, they began their journey back to the beach.

As the saying goes, danger and opportunity go hand in hand. Although Bismarck and her comrades' battles seemed perilous, as a result, they also gained the most spoils, even more than the main force led by Lexington.

Lexington had nothing to say about this; Bismarck was just that kind of person, someone no one could envy.

"I'm home!" Saratoga stretched her arms high into the sky, her face beaming with joy.

Saratoga is really thinking about Whitey now. He finally made it this far from the boring battles, all for the sake of going back to see Whitey.

Many of the ship girls shared this sentiment, and so, following their thoughts, they quickened their pace.

Soon the beach came into view.

"Little White!" As soon as Saratoga saw the beach, he raised his arm and waved at the sand.

With her shipgirl-level eyesight, she spotted Shiro the moment she saw him sitting obediently on the beach with Missouri and Ella.

Well, Missouri is indeed reliable. With her around, Ella didn't do anything too outrageous to Little White. She just sat a short distance away from him. Saratoga thought it was alright.

The ship girls finally stepped onto the beach.

"Lexington, welcome back." Little White, who was sitting on the beach, stood up and greeted the ship girls with a smile.

"Welcome back, seniors." Missouri also came over with a harmless smile.

For some reason, Missouri unusually put her hands behind her back today, instead of letting them hang naturally at her waist.

"Well, how was your day, Xiaobai?" Lexington asked with a smile.

"I had a great time." Xiaobai smiled happily, then suddenly remembered something and stood on tiptoe towards Lexington. "Lexington, Lexington, there's something I want to tell you."

"What's going on? Why are you being so mysterious?" Lexington chuckled indulgently.

“I gave Missouri the ring,” Little White said.

I'll give Missouri a ring.

Missouri ring.

It's a ring.

La.

……

puff.

That's the sound of Saratoga kneeling on the beach.

Chapter 518 You're a pretty good person

After hearing what Xiaobai said, the sea of ​​ship girls all stood stunned on the beach, staring at Xiaobai as if in a daze. For a moment, no one spoke, and the scene fell into extreme silence.

Saratoga knelt on the beach, staring incredulously at Little White and Missouri standing behind her. Her pretty face was wide open, her mouth agape as if a whole egg could fit inside.

Saratoga never expected this.

One hundred, one thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand, one million, one hundred million – I never expected this.

Saratoga pushed Little White to Missouri's side so that he could find a safe bodyguard, one who wouldn't take advantage of his proximity to protect Little White.

Saratoga has spent time with Missouri before; in fact, during the time when White was away teaching, Saratoga spent more time with Missouri than with White.

However, Missouri was too safe at that time. She spent the whole day with Hood and treated Shiro with respect, without making any excessive moves. Sometimes she was so calm that Saratoga felt that Missouri was just a new babysitter and not Shiro's ship girl.

This is also why Saratoga trusts Missouri; she knows Missouri has no ulterior motives towards Little White.

But—but how did it turn out like this?

You, you, you, Missouri with thick eyebrows and big eyes, how come you suddenly turned around and accused me?

What a grand strategy you've devised!

Sa said she regretted it. If she had known this would happen, she would have been better off not suggesting that a ship girl be left with Shiro, and instead let Ayla be alone with Shiro.

At the very least, a human being can't just get a marriage certificate with a white-collar worker in three days, right?

Upon realizing this, Saratoga's eyes instantly blazed with fury, and she glared at Missouri with a sharp, intense look.

If looks could kill, then Missouri would probably be completely wiped out by now.

Missouri merely responded to Saratoga's gaze with an apologetic smile: "I'm very sorry, Saratoga-senpai."

If language could be a sharp blade, this one sentence could probably stab Saratoga in the back.

The eerie silence lasted only a few seconds before someone finally broke the stillness.

"Ah~" Hu De clutched his head, his eyes rolled back, and he fell to the ground.

Bismarck, who was standing next to her, grabbed Hood around the waist, narrowly preventing the English lady from making any further embarrassment.

"Sister Hood?!"

"Hood!"

"Hu-de-"

"Hudehu!"

Hood's fainting gave the ship girls, who were stuck in a stalemate and didn't even know what to say, a direction to release their emotions.

Seeing that Xiaobai had married her roommate was so shocking that Hood fainted and seemed to have sacrificed herself, causing the ship girls around her, whose emotions were overflowing and who didn't know where to pour out, to wail and howl.

Anyone who didn't know better would have thought that Hu De had really sacrificed himself.

"Hey! Hood, what's wrong with you!" Xiaobai wasn't really thinking much. To her, Missouri was a ship girl who had followed her since the beginning of the era. The first person Missouri saw after she stepped out of the construction device was her. After that, Missouri diligently helped her like a little bee and waited for her in the modern world for so long without changing her mind. In short, she and Missouri still had a revolutionary friendship, so she felt that giving her a ring would be a natural thing to do.

"She's dizzy." Bismarck raised an eyebrow as she caught Hood. She pinched Hood's philtrum, then shook her head and hoisted Hood onto her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "She's alright."

“…Ah, that’s good.” Xiaobai then withdrew his hand from Hood and looked at Lexington.

Lexington looked at Little White with a helpless expression, her eyes filled with resentment.

“Little White, do you really like Missouri?” Lexington asked.

"Mm." Xiaobai nodded.

Lexington reached out and gently placed her hand on Little White's head, patted it, and finally turned to look at Missouri.

Missouri didn't speak, but simply bowed slightly to Lexington.

Lexington sighed, glancing at Missouri's left hand hanging at her waist: "You'd better live up to our admiral's favor towards you."

“Missouri is extremely grateful,” Missouri said, looking up at Lexington.

"Hmm." Lexington quickly withdrew her resentful expression and returned to normal. She turned around and clapped her hands at the ship girl behind her. "Alright, alright, it's just marrying a sister. What's the big deal? Let's go back."

"Okay!" the ship girls responded, and the somewhat chaotic scene was quickly brought under control.

As expected of the leader of the naval base, as long as she didn't react much, most of the other ship girls didn't react much either. Soon, the ship girls followed Shiro and Lexington away from the beach in an orderly manner.

Except one.

"Saratoga, let's go." Tirpitz said, looking at Saratoga, who was squatting on the beach drawing circles with a droopy little face.