Elder brother's garrison

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“…That’s fine too.” Nelson didn’t answer, but Shiro nodded. “However, my ship girls aren’t here. If you want to choose an opponent, you’ll have to wait for them to come back…”

Xiao Bai doesn't mind if the other person chooses their opponent.

Anyway, it's the autumn deep-sea event season now, and Xiaobai's naval base is full of top-tier ship girls. Any one of them could easily defeat most of the ship girls in the surrounding naval bases, especially Bismarck, Lexington, Saratoga, Enterprise, and other ship girls who are ridiculously strong. Xiaobai would rather step in dog poop than believe they would lose.

"It won't take that long, it'll be you!" The man pointed his finger in a direction.

—The male admiral felt he was quite cowardly.

Whether in battle or in love, I'm quite a coward.

He knew that Baltimore didn't like him; Baltimore liked the admirals of other garrisons. As for him, Baltimore only respected him as a simple admiral. Therefore, he dared not tell Baltimore his feelings, for fear of causing Baltimore trouble and interfering with Baltimore's life.

But he genuinely liked Baltimore. Although he was indeed interested in her and wanted to get to know her because of her beauty, who can you blame for love at first sight? So when he learned that Baltimore had been taken advantage of and then dumped by another admiral, he was truly angry.

He wished he could tear that admiral, who had toyed with Baltimore's innocent heart, to pieces.

But all of this shattered when it was discovered that the admiral was a woman.

As the male admiral looked at Xiaobai, his anger gradually subsided, but self-mockery and helplessness slowly welled up in his heart.

I can say that I have lost completely.

But even after losing everything, there's still something I can do for Baltimore.

Regardless, I must make this relationship in Baltimore a reality!

With this in mind, the male admiral made a request to Xiaobai to participate in the exercise.

The most powerful ship girl in his naval base is his secretary ship, Yamashiro. In terms of training level alone, she is definitely no worse than any other ship girl. The male admiral felt that when she agreed to a duel, his plan was already 99% successful.

All that's left is to play it safe.

Although the male admiral is very confident in the fighting strength of Yamashiro, he should still choose a weaker ship girl. After all, he is doing this exercise to win and to give Baltimore a home. What if he accidentally loses if he chooses a strong ship girl?

That being said, you don't actually need to find one that's too weak; just a little weaker will do.

So, under the gaze of Xiaobai, Nelson, and the male admiral, Rodney, who was being pointed at by the male admiral, also pointed at himself with slight surprise: "Um... are you going to challenge me?"

“Yes,” the male admiral said, looking at Rodney.

Rodney is probably Nelson's younger sister. She seems to be weak-willed and lacks her sister's heroic spirit and domineering presence. If we really had to pick who is weaker between the two ship girls present, Rodney would be the one based on appearance.

Rodney looked at the male admiral in surprise.

Uncharacteristically, Nelson didn't object, but instead looked at the male admiral with pity: "Are you serious?"

"Hmm." The male admiral nodded.

Rodney turned to look at Little White: "Admiral, do you agree?"

"Um... Rodney, if you don't mind..." Little White said to Rodney shyly.

A sweet smile immediately spread across Rodney's adorable little face. She smiled and looked at Little White, laughing like an innocent child who had found the figurines and Gundam toys hidden in the closet.

"okay!"

Rodney smiled sweetly and agreed.

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A few minutes later, Shancheng and Baltimore slowly and reluctantly arrived at Xiaobai's yard.

"Sister Yamashiro! Don't stop me!" Baltimore was extremely anxious.

"You can't go to Baltimore for those things."

"What if the admiral gets hammered to death!"

"This is the most manly moment your admiral has ever been, how could I bear to interrupt him?" Yamashiro was still somewhat touched that Baltimore was thinking of her admiral. Sure enough, even a married daughter doesn't always side with her husband. "Besides, it's okay, you have to believe in the fighting power of a heartbroken single dog! Survival shouldn't be a problem! You should!"

"Huh? Heartbroken?" Baltimore was taken aback and looked at Yamashiro with a puzzled expression.

"Uh... I didn't say anything..."

"There's a flaw!" While Yamashiro was stunned, Baltimore broke free from Yamashiro's grasp and then transformed into a red blur, leaping into Xiaobai's yard.

"Spare his life!" Baltimore shouted as he jumped into the yard, yelling at people without even looking inside.

After shouting this at the top of his lungs, Baltimore finally opened his eyes and looked inside.

"Huh?" Baltimore was taken aback after seeing the view in the yard.

His own admiral was standing unharmed in the corner, without a single injury.

“Baltimore, you’ve arrived.” The male admiral nodded to Baltimore upon seeing her. “Is Yamashiro behind you?”

"Uh...yes..."

"That's good." The male admiral walked up to Baltimore with a weary expression, reached out and patted Baltimore on the shoulder. "I will support you."

"Huh?" Baltimore was taken aback.

The male admiral gave Baltimore no time to react before leaving the courtyard and picking up Yamashiro, who had just arrived.

He whispered with Yamashiro for a while, Yamashiro's expression shifting between light and shadow. Finally, he looked at the admiral with lingering surprise, and after a long while, he smiled helplessly, gave a thumbs up, and had an expression that said, "Leave it to me."

"Huh?" Baltimore stared blankly at the admiral and Yamashiro outside the door, lost in confusion.

Surprisingly, it feels quite harmonious.

“Baltimore.” Just then, Nelson and Little White walked up to Baltimore.

"Ah, ahhh! Hello, everyone!" Baltimore blushed instantly when she saw Little White, then bowed to her and quickly greeted her.

Good afternoon, Baltimore.

"Seven, good afternoon." Nelson looked at Baltimore and sighed. "Your admiral..."

"What happened to my admiral?" Baltimore suddenly became anxious.

“…He wants to marry you off to our admiral.” Nelson frowned and sighed. “Your admiral might have misunderstood us. By the way, haven’t you been away from the naval base for the past few days? Just now, your admiral…”

“Nelson.” Little White tugged at Nelson’s sleeve.

"Hmm? What's wrong, Admiral?"

“Look,” Xiaobai pointed to Baltimore.

Nelson looked in the direction Little White pointed.

Baltimore's eyes were vacant, her face flushed, and she stood there like a statue, seemingly stunned into unconsciousness, completely unresponsive.

—Baltimore, died.

Chapter 538 No one will die.

The Autumn Deep Sea event has been underway for over ten days, and the admirals who participated in the strategy have long lost the enthusiasm they had at the start of the event.

The most difficult days have passed. In the days to come, all the admirals and ship girls need to do is endlessly repeat the task of sinking and weakening the newly revived but weakened Abyssal Fleet. The event will proceed normally and in an orderly manner until the Abyssal flagship appears.

Therefore, the admirals found these past few days quite boring.

The days when the Abyssal Fleet's activity was at its peak, its numbers were greatest, and the drop rate of Abyssal Metal was at its highest have passed. In the following days, the benefits of sinking Abyssal Fleets will be far less than in the previous days. The battle situation is stable, and there are no major upheavals in the days of fighting. The admirals, who spend their days moving between their residences and their respective battlefields, do most of their time yawning.

"Ugh... how boring." On the street, an admiral yawned as he walked towards his yard.

While the autumn event period yields a significant amount of merit points, the sheer amount of grinding required every day is unbearable for most people.

This admiral at this moment is one of those who, after grinding away to the point of exhaustion, felt their body couldn't take it anymore and wanted to give themselves a break halfway through.

—It would be nice if there were some fun moments.

The admiral yawned as he thought this, then held the back of his head and began to look around aimlessly.

Speaking of which, everyone on the street seemed to be in a hurry today.

The admiral looked around at the people with some curiosity.

Most people on the street were in a hurry, as if they were going to a market. They were all moving faster than each other, in twos and threes, constantly discussing in hushed tones, their faces full of happy expressions of watching the excitement.

"The lunch party has started!" Suddenly, people on the street shouted to each other. Hearing this, the pedestrians' eyes lit up, and they quickened their pace, rushing towards one direction like a swarm of bees.

The crowd on the street suddenly surged, and the entire street instantly became like a congested water pipe, spraying water and pushing everyone in one direction.

At this moment, the admiral was also swept along by the crowd and carried along the road, rushing towards a shallow sea area.

"Let's begin! Let's begin!"

"This is going to be interesting!"

"Wow, thank goodness it's a holiday today, I saw some good stuff!"

Amid the shoving, the admiral could still hear the surrounding chatter.

"Huh? What's going on?" The admiral was taken aback at first, then glanced around at the crowd surrounding him, and randomly picked a young man who looked friendly, asking curiously, "Brother, excuse me, what started?"

"You didn't know?" The kind-looking young man glanced at the admiral, then a smile appeared on his lips. "Did you know that two naval bases are going to have exercises?"

"Holy crap? Really?"

"It's true, I heard it's a one-on-one battle between ship girls, and they even called over that beautiful governor from the Admiral's Guild to be a witness." The young man chuckled. "But it seems to be a last-minute exercise, so there was no scheduled time. I just found out myself and I'm on my way there."

The admiral was taken aback, and then, the heart that had been withered by endless liver activity suddenly burst into flames.

His gossipy nature, fueled by a burning curiosity, invigorated him: "Friend, do you know which two naval bases they are?"

"I really don't know."

"Then why are they conducting drills?" the admiral asked curiously.

"I don't know either." The young man shook his head, but his eyes suddenly lit up. "However, I know the stakes in their exercise."

"bet?"

"I heard it's a ship girl."

"Tsk tsk tsk." The admiral became even more interested in the reason behind the matter.

He had already imagined a million-word melodramatic love story in his mind.

Could it be that the plot where only the strong deserve to possess beauty? Brilliant! I love it.

In the midst of a dull and monotonous daily routine, this would be enough to keep people talking until the event was over. Thinking of this, the admiral's face broke into a wicked smile, and he put his arm around the young man next to him.

"Brother, what's your name?"

"My name is Zhao Ritian."

"Brother Zhao, how about we go grab a couple of drinks after the exercise?"

"Okay! So, brother, what's your name...?"

You can just call me Liangchen.

"Wonderful!"

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"Sign." The beautiful governor, dressed in red, handed the male admiral a set of paper and pen, gesturing for him to sign.

The male admiral took the pen and quickly filled in his name.

"I only witness the outcome of the exercise," Ringo said softly to the male admiral, retracting the signed document.

“I understand.” The male admiral nodded.

Ringo's meaning was very clear: she would witness the outcome of the exercise, but as for using ship girls as stakes, that was a private matter between the two admirals. If either of them reneged on their bet, there was nothing she could do, and Ringo couldn't interfere. After all, the admiral guild that cared about the human rights of ship girls wouldn't treat them as prizes.

Ringo nodded to the male admiral, then turned around and slowly walked towards Shiro on the other side of the beach.

Ringo came to Shiro's side.

Under Ringo's resentful gaze, as if saying, "I never expected you to get involved in this kind of thing," Shiro signed her name on the document with an embarrassed expression.

"I'm sorry to trouble you, Ringo-neechan," Shiro apologized to Ringo.

"It's okay." Ringo shook her head.

Normally, it takes many days to apply for a training exercise, which is very troublesome. The reason why Xiaobai and this male admiral were able to find a venue for the exercise immediately was entirely because of the help of Governor-General Ringo.

Ringo didn't say anything to Shiro. After signing the document, she carried it and walked towards the middle of the beach.

In the middle of the beach, there were two sets of tables and chairs. Ringo sat down in one of the chairs and placed the documents in her hand on the table.

"Relax," Ringo reminded the ship girl on the other side of the table.

"Uh... um!" On the other side of the table, Baltimore, her face flushed and head down, lowered her small hands to her thighs and rubbed them gently. Under her white dress, her smooth, white toes were on white sandals, with a few specks of yellowish sand clinging to the snow-white heels. Paired with her pink and tender skin, she looked pure and lovely.