Elder brother's garrison

"What's that on your hands? It's so domineering! Touching it would send your soul flying, hahaha, so smooth, so smooth..." Sukhbaatar clutched his stomach and laughed for a long time before speaking to Xiaobai in fits and starts.

What can Xiaobai do? Xiaobai is also very sad.

While in the spiritual world, I had agreed with the Deep Sea Will that all I had to do was touch it. But what was supposed to be a simple plan went awry during execution. What should have been a thrilling and safe infiltration turned into a chaotic (data deletion) gathering by Xiaobai.

"I didn't want to either, I don't know what happened..." Xiaobai explained to Sukhbaatar, "Lord Sukhbaatar, you have to believe me..."

"Yes, I believe it."

"really?"

"Hahahahaha-"

Xiao Bai is now truly devastated and feels like dying.

Since there's basically no possibility of dialogue with Sukhbaatar now, Xiaobai can only let her have her fun for now.

After a long while, and after Sukhbaatar had been laughing for a good seven or eight minutes, she finally calmed down.

"Lord Sukhbaatar, stop laughing. We should think about what to do next." Xiaobai reached out and nudged Sukhbaatar's waist.

Sukhbaatar slowly calmed down, nodding between rapid breaths, and then slowly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her fingers: "Ah... can't your flirting skills work on Dean Deep Sea?"

"What is a 'girl-chasing hand'?" Xiaobai quickly shook his head. "That thing should only work on ordinary deep-sea amphibious ships."

"Oh, that's a real shame. I was really looking forward to seeing what it would be like if you made Deep Sea Yamato faint."

Xiao Bai pursed her lips, ignoring Sukhbaatar's words with a sorrowful expression.

To be honest, Xiaobai thinks that what happened tonight might become a stain on his life.

"In short, I severed the connection between those deep-sea ships and Yamato-neechan, and they are no longer Yamato-neechan's escort ships," Shiro explained.

"Are they your escort ships?" Sukhbaatar asked.

"..." Xiaobai raised her hand, looked at it for a while, and finally shook her head. "It shouldn't be."

Strictly speaking, it wasn't Shiro who severed the connection between the Abyssal Fleet and the Abyssal Yamato, but rather the Abyssal Will within Shiro's brain. These Abyssal Fleet might not necessarily obey him.

"In short, those escort ships won't listen to Yamato anymore," Shiro confirmed.

“Oh…that’s well done.” Sukhbaatar nodded to Little White.

Although the process was somewhat R18-ish, the result of what Xiaobai just did was still good.

The Deep Sea Dean is an enhanced version of the Deep Sea Abomination Ship, possessing combat power hundreds of times greater than that of the Deep Sea Minions. However, no matter how powerful the Deep Sea Dean is, she is still just the Deep Sea Dean and has not transcended the scope of the Deep Sea Abomination Ship. The saying "two fists can't beat four hands" applies here. However, if the Deep Sea Dean is accompanied by a group of Deep Sea Minions under her command who obey her every command, then she becomes at least a hundred times more difficult to deal with.

Even in modern times, many admirals believe that the Deepsea Commander is not actually invincible. It's just that as the leader of the Deepsea, the Deepsea Commander's combat environment is too comfortable, heavily protected by reckless Deepsea minions, which puts so much pressure on the ship girls.

What Xiaobai did just now was to strip away all of Abyssal Yamato's escort ships, which is a major weakening for Abyssal Yamato, equivalent to crippling both of its arms.

"In short, the enemy we're facing has shrunk from an Abyssal Fleet to an Abyssal Dean who has lost his fleet. The difficulty has decreased considerably." Sukhbaatar looked at Xiaobai with considerable appreciation. "So, what are you planning to do next? A one-on-one duel?"

“…I want to move Yamato away from here first,” Shiro said. “There are already many Abyssal Fleet ships here that have lost their command. If a battle really breaks out, the fluctuations of the battle could easily turn these Abyssal Fleet ships that have finally become neutral back into hostile targets.”

Sukhbaatar looked at Xiaobai in surprise: "Hmm, little girl, you're a little smarter than I thought."

"Ah... thank you, Lord Su." Xiao Bai smiled, then looked at the lake with some worry.

The next question is how to lure the Deepsea Yamato out of that lake and away from the Deepsea Fleet.

What should we do?

Xiao Bai thought for a while.

It's impossible to move her away while she's sleeping. Although she's only recently become the Dean of the Deep Sea and is still a bit silly and cute, she is still a Dean of the Deep Sea and has Dean-level perception.

Then let's do the opposite and move all the deep-sea amphibious ships that have fainted.

Xiao Bai shuddered at the thought. No, it was too terrifying. Just imagining all those deep-sea ships with sickly-looking faces, gags in their mouths, stammering as they walked towards her made her legs go weak.

Furthermore, the large-scale disappearance of deep-sea miscellaneous fish would easily attract the attention of the Deep-Sea Director.

It seems the only solution is to let Yamato leave on its own.

Thinking about this, Xiaobai tentatively determined the direction of her plan, and pondered for a while.

"Any progress?" Sukhbaatar asked.

“Yes.” Shiro nodded at Sukhbaatar, “but I haven’t figured out how to get Yamato to leave on her own yet.”

"Oh, then good luck thinking about it." Sukhbaatar seemed to have no intention of putting in any effort. She smiled and rested her chin on her hand, lying in the bushes looking at the lake.

Xiao Bai looked at Sukhbaatar, his gaze lingering for a moment on the fishing rod Sukhbaatar carried on his back, before thoughtfully turning his gaze back to the black lake surface.

On the black lake surface, scalded lake fish float belly up, their heads gazing at the starry sky, emitting an eerie glow in the darkness.

Speaking of which, it seems that Yamato was carrying a fish in its mouth just now, so it was probably just fishing and playing around at the bottom of the lake.

As expected of the new Dean of the Deep Sea Academy, his curiosity is truly boundless.

--curiosity?

Suddenly, Xiaobai had a brilliant idea. Looking at the Deep Sea Yamato, which was already encased in ship equipment on the lake, he had a bold idea.

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Deep-sea amphibious ships need rest in a strict sense, but they do not need to sleep.

However, Yamato is very fond of sleeping.

Ever since she felt she had become stronger, possessed this unique ship equipment that belonged to her alone, and became the head of the Abyssal Fleet, Abyssal Yamato has developed a particular fondness for sleeping.

It wasn't because the energy expenditure of the action had increased; it was simply because Yamato felt that every time he slept, his brain would slowly develop, so much so that every time he woke up from his sleep, Yamato felt that he had become smarter.

Yamato was sleeping at this moment. She wrapped herself in her ship rigging and, after confirming that her safety was not threatened, she fell asleep.

Suddenly, at a certain moment, Abyssal Yamato sensed a rather delicious aroma emanating from outside her ship's rigging. It seeped into her nose through the gaps in the rigging, making her heart itch unbearably.

Deep Sea Yamato woke up from her sleep, pushed aside her ship equipment, and slowly walked out from her protective shell.

The purple ship rigging slowly opened, attaching itself to Yamato's back like wings. Yamato twitched its nose and looked toward the source of the fragrance.

Not far from the lake, on a patch of damp ground, a small piece of dried meat, oozing with oil from roasting, lay peacefully.

A faint aroma of meat wafts continuously from it.

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That was a taste that Yamato had never experienced before.

Yamato looked around warily, but there was nothing on the quiet lakeside except for a bunch of deep-sea fish huddled together, twitching and foaming at the mouth.

With a frown, Yamato Fukami slowly walked down from the lake and came to the shore, next to the small piece of dried meat.

Yamato bent down and picked up the small piece of dried meat from the ground.

The small, brown jerky was still warm to the touch. It had been roasted, and the aroma of meat and oil seeped out, constantly seeping into Deep Sea Yamato's nostrils, making Deep Sea Yamato feel itchy all over.

Since the poison had no effect on Deepsea Yamato, he unhesitatingly threw the small piece of jerky into his mouth and began to chew it gently.

"Hmm." Yamato chewed, his empty eyes gradually brightening, and his tentative, slow chewing movements began to move quickly.

—It smells so good.

Yamato's expression gradually shifted from indifference, suspicion, probing, acceptance to a state of pleasant enjoyment. She swallowed the small piece of jerky in her mouth, then licked her fingers and looked around curiously.

really.

Just as Deepsea Yamato had expected, not far from this patch of jerky, only a dozen meters away, another patch of jerky lay on the ground, its golden aroma wafting through the air. It was like a voluptuous and beautiful dancer wearing a sheer dress, her healthy, wheat-colored body shimmering under the glittering gold ornaments. She struck a graceful and alluring pose, her face full of resentment as she kept nagging Deepsea Yamato, "Come on, come on!"

As if discovering a new continent, Deep Sea Yamato approached the new dancer... oops, the new little jerky, grabbed a piece of jerky, threw it into his mouth, and happily began to chew.

With a mouthful of fresh and delicious flavor, Deep Sea Yamato didn't even think twice before starting to search for the next piece of jerky.

Sure enough, after the second piece came the third, and after the third came the fourth.

The small pieces of dried meat were lined up in a row, as if afraid that Yamato wouldn't notice, and they slowly led Yamato away from the lakeside.

Deep Sea Yamato took cheerful steps, following the little meat jerky step by step.

Of course, although Yamato Abyss had just become the Dean of the Deep Sea, he was not stupid. Such an obvious trap could not possibly leave Yamato Abyss completely unprepared.

It's just that the bait in the trap was too tempting, and Deepsea Yamato was willing to take the risk.

At worst, I'll just use brute force to overcome all odds. After all, I'm the invincible Dean of the Deep Sea.

Thinking this, Deep Sea Yamato quickened his pace a few steps to follow Little Meat Jerky.

Soon, as the open space receded further from the lake, the distance between each small piece of jerky grew longer. Just as Yamato was considering that she had satisfied her craving and it was time to go back, she finally reached the finish line.

Why is it called the end point?

Because in front of the deep-sea Yamato, the last piece of jerky lay peacefully beside a tree. Right next to the jerky, a simple wooden cage that even a fool could see was half-suspended on top of it, a crude little stick tied to a rope to support the cage, exuding a strong aura of conspiracy.

Yamato fell into deep thought. She stared intently at the small trap in front of her, then walked up to it and kicked the wooden cage over with a snap.

—Yamato felt his intelligence had been insulted.

To be honest, such a simple little trap seems a bit too rudimentary to try and catch a super deep-sea dean like myself.

It's just a wooden cage. What difference would it make if it were stuck on me? Even a strong little animal couldn't be held in such a broken cage.

The more she thought about it, the more a nameless fire of humiliation burned in Yamato's heart. She angrily walked up to the cage and stomped on it several times, turning it into a pile of wood chips.

—After I eat this little jerky, I'll kill you all.

—Or I'd rather you bake me small pieces of jerky for the rest of your life.

Deep Sea Yamato revealed a rather unfriendly expression, walked to the last piece of jerky, bent down, and stretched out his slender fingers to pick it up.

Just as Yamato's fingers touched the small piece of jerky, at the moment when she was most relaxed, a sudden change occurred.

With a whoosh, two figures leaped down from the dense trees and landed directly on Yamato Akami.

Missouri!

"Roger that!"

Two figures, one large and one small, mounted Deep Sea Yamato with perfect coordination. The smaller figure reached out and tightly hugged Deep Sea Yamato's legs and arms, rendering her unable to move for a moment. Before Deep Sea Yamato could react, the larger figure also quickly reached out and, with an unstoppable momentum, chopped towards the back of Deep Sea Yamato's head with a chop.

"Boom!"

A shockwave rippled outwards from the point where the deep-sea shoal was struck.

It was as if a bomb had exploded on the back of Yamato's head in the deep sea, and the shockwaves seemed to be visible at that moment, exploding layer upon layer.

Deep Sea Yamato didn't even react before losing consciousness and lying on the ground.

As Xiaobai rode on the back of Shenhai Yamato, panting as she looked at the small piece of jerky clutched in the unconscious Shenhai Yamato's hand. Then, she carefully pressed her ear against Shenhai Yamato's back, listening to the healthy and energetic heartbeat, before finally feeling relieved.

"Ah, thank goodness, you didn't just kill me with a single chop." Xiaobai patted his chest, still shaken. "Missouri, that was terrifying."

“I’m very sorry, but Missouri feels that since the target is Dean Deepsea, if Missouri doesn’t put in a little more effort, this strike might not achieve Missouri’s expectations,” Missouri explained to Xiaobai.

The sound of clapping came from the bushes nearby.

Sukhbaatar and North Carolina clapped their hands as they stood up from the bushes, looking at Little White and Missouri in front of them as if they had just watched a good show.

"Decisive and efficient, impressive, young lady." Sukhbaatar exclaimed to Xiaobai, "No wonder she's the woman who can make a hundred deep-sea ships climax at the same time. She's not afraid of the Dean of the Deep Sea at all."

"One hundred deep-sea amphibious ships?" Missouri tilted her head curiously, looking at Little White.

"Cough cough cough cough!" Little White waved his arms and legs while pushing Missouri, "Um, I'm not that afraid of Dean Deep Sea!"

Missouri smiled gently at Xiaobai's behavior, not delving into the first half of Sukhbaatar's words. She looked at the silent Abyss Yamato lying on the ground and asked, "Speaking of which, Lu Lin, are you very familiar with this Dean Abyss?"

"Yeah, I guess so." Xiaobai nodded.

Missouri looked at Xiaobai's face, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

How did a ship girl end up having such a deep connection with the Abyss?

"So what's she going to do next?" Missouri asked.

"Uh... I haven't decided yet." Xiaobai looked at Shenhai Yamato lying on the ground, and was also a little worried.

Logically, after arresting a Deepsea Dean, the wisest decision would be to execute him by cannon fire. However, considering that this Deepsea Dean is currently facing a critical moment in human survival and poses a serious threat to human cities, execution by cannon fire seems to be the only option.

But this Deep-Sea Master is no ordinary Deep-Sea Master; it's Shiro's favorite. It's impossible for Shiro to kill Deep-Sea Yamato with his cannon; Shiro can't bear to do that.

Even the previous plans were just taking it one step at a time. As for what to do after capturing Yamato, Xiaobai really didn't know.

"In short, Missouri," Little White looked up at Missouri and said, "could you go and take care of all the Deepsea Abyssal Ships over there on the lake first?"

“Of course,” Missouri nodded. “Now?”

"Ah."