Elder brother's garrison

"No...that's all..." the ship girls answered tremblingly.

“Senior, damage control is a very precious thing. It’s already strange that it appeared in the second chapter. There shouldn’t be a second one,” Missouri said to Bismarck.

Bismarck thought Missouri's words made sense and nodded. She cast a slightly interested glance at the tall ship girls on the sea, but after thinking for a while, Bismarck quickly realized that this was not the time to think about such things. She shook her head and then continued to look at the ship girls around her.

"Are you all coming at me together?" Bismarck asked the ship girl in front of her.

The ship girls trembled, a chill seeping from their bones like a cold draft.

Bismarck looked at the ship girls present for a while.

"Should I do it myself, or should you do it yourselves?" Bismarck pointed to the turret on her shoulder and said to the five ship girls in front of her.

The ship girls' legs went weak, and bitter expressions, as if they were about to cry, appeared on their faces.

However, crying was one thing, but it didn't affect their actions. After hearing Bismarck's words, they quickly put away their ship equipment, hugged their heads, and then squatted on the sea surface.

"We...we surrender..." The voices of the ship girls, filled with humiliation and fear, slowly drifted out with their movements.

“A wise move.” Missouri smiled at all the ship girls while stroking her cheek, then took out another bundle of rope from her ship rigging. “You need to cooperate well. Bismarck-senpai won’t destroy your ship rigging, so this rope definitely won’t be able to bind you. But since you’ve already surrendered, we still need to go through the motions, so please cooperate well, seniors.”

Missouri walked up to all the ship girls with a smile, and then tied them up one by one with a rope.

Missouri's method of tying people up is unclear, but she is incredibly fast at it, and each rope is tightly pressed into the ship girls' skin, creating a rugged yet delicate and beautiful effect that accentuates the slender figures of all the ship girls in an incredibly alluring way.

After a short while, Missouri tied up all the ship girls, then wiped non-existent sweat from her forehead and looked at Bismarck: "Senior, it's done."

"Hmm." Bismarck nodded. "Where did you learn that?"

"Hmm?" Missouri smiled and tilted her head.

"The technique of binding people."

“Ah, this?” Missouri laughed. “It’s self-taught.”

Why learn this?

"Ah... Missouri is a wedding ship, right...? Thinking that the Admiral might have some special ideas for playing with her, I specially went to brush up on some basic techniques to satisfy the Admiral's desires." Missouri said shamelessly, putting the remaining bundle of rope back into her ship equipment space. "Are you interested, senior?"

Bismarck didn't speak. She pinched her chin and stared at the ship girls kneeling on the sea, bound and looking pitiful: "I'll let it go."

“That’s true…” Missouri smiled.

"Don't use this on a newbie."

"This is for Missouri's own use."

"Ah."

Kneeling on the sea, the ship girls, tightly bound by tortoise shells, pursed their lips and listened to Missouri and Bismarck's conversation with expressions of wanting to die, before closing their eyes in unbearable pain.

Out of pride as ship girls, they actually wanted to rebel, but when they saw the unusually large turret on Bismarck's shoulder and the smiling ship girl behind Bismarck who always seemed to have a devil's tail, their desire to rebel was extinguished in an instant.

"Speaking of which, Bismarck-senpai."

"Ok?"

“Your turret is quite powerful,” Missouri said to Bismarck with a smile.

Bismarck glanced at the large turret on his shoulder, slowly retracted it, and then nodded.

This main gun is the Yamato Gun, a dream-class weapon for artillery-firing ship girls, possessing the highest firepower damage among all ship girl equipment in the world at present.

Even for a novice naval base, there aren't many main guns of this level, and most of them were taken from the Deep Sea Yamato. Previously, the Yamato cannons were all placed on Rodney, since Rodney's skills could maximize the power of the Yamato cannons.

However, during the recent autumn deep-sea event, the newbie naval base captured another Yamato-class deep-sea commander, Musashi, and took another Yamato gun from her. Logically, this Yamato gun should have been replaced by Rodney, but since Xiaobai is closer to Bismarck, after obtaining the consent of the naval base ship girls, the extra Yamato gun was transferred to Bismarck.

Although Bismarck's ship equipment couldn't fully unleash the power of such a highly lethal main gun, Bismarck's combat capabilities as a ship girl were not weak. She could rank among the top in the naval base ship girl battles, so it wouldn't be a waste to put such a high-level turret on her.

“Feels good,” Bismarck said to Missouri. “Would you like to try it?”

"Missouri need not accept this. This was given to Bismarck by the Admiral. Missouri would never dare to touch it."

Missouri had already said all that, so Bismarck didn't say anything more. She walked straight toward the tall ship girl lying on the sea like a corpse, picked her up, and slowly walked toward her.

At this moment, the constellations and others who had been watching from afar, seeing that the battle had subsided, slowly came over.

"It's over already?" The Constellation looked at Bismarck, who was carrying the tall ship girl whose clothes had been ripped off, with a strange expression.

From an astrological perspective, this battle ended far too quickly.

Bismarck carried the person to her position, nodded to the constellation, and then put the ship girl back on the water.

Missouri squatted down next to the tall ship girl, took out a rope, and quickly tied her up in the blink of an eye.

The tall ship girl was indeed dizzy. After all, everything is equal under the Yamato's cannon. Being hit hard in the face by such a main gun, even with heavy damage protection, the shock is something not everyone can withstand.

The battle on the sea gradually subsided, and Fubuki and the others brought over the aircraft carrier ship girls that had been sunk first. Under Bismarck's command, the aircraft carrier ship girls crouched down in the ship girl formation where the tall ship girls were.

The ship girls, led by Bismarck, surrounded the tall ship girls and looked down at them from their elevated position.

The tall ship girls' teammates trembled, and many of the ship girls with poor mental fortitude couldn't even stop their tears and cried quietly.

"...Why do I always feel like we're the bad guys?" As a new ship girl whose heart hasn't been further cleansed, Constellation couldn't help but feel a little uneasy looking at the fearful expressions of the other ship girls.

Chapter 704 These seniors are going to suffer social death, let's lend them a hand!

“We are good people.” After Zodiac finished speaking, Ambition and Emerald shook their heads first. “They are the bad people.”

"Hmm..." the constellation pondered.

“However, only bad guys can deal with bad guys. Although we are good people, in order to punish these bad guys, we can only use a slightly violent method.” Jinqu said to Xingzuo.

"Oh……"

"The admiral team they belong to has really disrupted the overall atmosphere of the second chapter. We call it acting on behalf of Heaven." Jinqu continued to brainwash the constellations, "Don't forget, they were the ones who started the trouble for us this time."

"Ah, so does that mean we're like those Robin Hood-like thieves who rob the rich to help the poor?" Constellation asked.

"...I'd say that...although it seems we're richer..."

"That puts my mind at ease." The zodiac and ambition reached a consensus.

While listening to the conversation between Constellation and Enterprise, Bismarck straightened the unconscious, tall ship girl's body. She reached out her hand, and Missouri took out a teacup from her ship equipment space and handed it to Bismarck. Bismarck put the teacup into the seawater beneath her and gulped it down, then splashed the seawater onto the tall ship girl's face.

"Cough, cough..." The tall ship girl, awakened by the seawater, took a breath instinctively, and then the seawater on her face ran down her nose, causing her to cough rapidly.

The tall ship girl coughed up the water that had gotten into her throat with some difficulty, and then opened her eyes.

The blurry vision slowly cleared, and then what came into view was the expressionless face of a cat-eared ship girl.

The tall ship girl looked at Bismarck with some confusion at first, then sighed helplessly. She quickly understood the current situation.

"I lost," the tall ship girl said.

"I won." Bismarck said as she withdrew her hand from supporting the tall ship girl.

Without Bismarck's support, the tall ship girl's upper body almost couldn't bear the weight and was about to fall into the sea. She quickly straightened her back and narrowly avoided falling back into the water.

The tall ship girl maintained her sitting posture. She looked down and saw that her body was tightly bound with a layer of rope, which went deep into her flesh, making her feel as if the flow of blood was being blocked.

"If you feel uncomfortable, please tell Missouri, and Missouri will get you a looser style," Missouri said to the tall ship girl.

The tall ship girl smiled sadly, then shook her head.

"What do you want?" the tall ship girl asked, her gaze gradually shifting to Cleveland beside the constellation. "Avenge Cleveland?"

Cleveland felt the tall ship girl's gaze and met her eyes without backing down.

“We’re not here for revenge.” However, to the tall ship girl’s surprise, Bismarck did not agree. She gave the tall ship girl a thumbs up and said, “We’re here to rob.”

“Robbery…” The tall ship girl stared blankly at Bismarck, then shook her head helplessly. “Fine, whatever you say goes. Anyway, you’ve already beaten her up like this.”

"Don't worry, I promised my admiral I wouldn't harm you." Bismarck said, giving a big thumbs-up as if afraid the tall ship girls wouldn't see it.

The tall ship girl turned around with some difficulty and looked behind her.

His own carrier comrades were all badly damaged, and he wasn't much better off. Even his damage control system was blown up. Although his battleship comrades didn't seem to be seriously injured, they all looked dejected and had no fighting spirit. It seemed that they wouldn't be able to go to the battlefield for a while.

—It would be better to cripple us all.

"You've all taken the spoils. Our fleet has been completely destroyed. Are you satisfied now?" the tall ship girl asked Bismarck.

“Satisfied with what?” Bismarck asked.

"..."

The tall ship girl felt that she and Bismarck seemed to have a big communication problem, so she finally chose to give up on communicating.

"If you're satisfied, let us go back." After saying this, the tall ship girl pursed her lips.

"So cooperative!" Missouri laughed.

"Hmph." The tall ship girl turned her head away.

“Then open the ship's equipment space,” Missouri said.

The tall ship girl's eyes widened instantly, staring at Missouri with a surprised expression.

"Don't look at Missouri like that. Missouri is still young and it's scary to be stared at like that." Missouri gave a pitiful look. She took several steps back, bent down and touched behind cv16, only peeking out from above cv16's shoulders.

cv16 glanced in the direction of Missouri, then looked expressionlessly at the tall ship girl.

"What are you going to do to my ship equipment space?" the tall ship girl asked Bismarck.

“You are all large ships, so you should have a lot of resources on you,” Bismarck asked the tall ship girl.

The tall ship girl was stunned for a moment: "You..."

"Open it."

"I won't open fire!!" The tall ship girl gritted her teeth and shouted hatefully at Bismarck.

Each ship girl's equipment space is her absolute privacy, just like her naked body. Even if the admiral himself came, he would not have the right to order the ship girls to open their equipment spaces for him to see. However, these ship girls in front of him not only beat him up like this, but also wanted him to open his equipment spaces for them to plunder. This was undoubtedly an act of killing him and destroying his spirit.

This is utterly shameful, utterly depraved, and utterly inhumane!

The tall ship girl's dignity as a ship girl has been almost completely trampled on, but she doesn't want her dignity as a girl to be trampled on as well.

"Aren't you going to open it?" Bismarck asked.

"I won't open it!"

Bismarck looked up at the ship girls behind the tall ship girl. Those ship girls also had their heads down and dared not speak, but their faces were indeed full of reluctance.

“Senior, the ship equipment space is a ship girl’s little secret. Perhaps it contains many things that would cause social death if taken out,” Missouri said.

“I often have Tirpitz open up the ship’s equipment space.”

"Ahaha... That's because Tirpitz-senpai is actually quite consistent in a certain sense."

“…” Bismarck thought for a moment, then looked at the group of ship girls, “What should we do?”

Simply beating up these ship girls didn't meet Bismarck's expectations. For her, only tangible rewards mattered. A little bit of deep-sea metal couldn't fill the void in Bismarck's desire to win.

“Ah, this is easy.” Missouri smiled as she looked at the ship girls kneeling on the sea, then took out a DSLR camera from her ship equipment space. “Since you’re afraid of social death and won’t open your ship equipment space, then Missouri will let you seniors experience social death now.”

Missouri picked up her DSLR camera, adjusted the lens with a cheerful expression, and then pointed it at the tall ship girl: "Senior, make your expression even cuter."

The tall ship girl looked at Missouri, then subconsciously looked down at herself.

—Her clothes were almost completely shredded by the cannon fire, exposing many private areas to the air. In addition, she was bound by Serchin's turtle shell bindings, making many places appear as if they were marked in red. The tall ship girl didn't care before because all the ship girls present were girls, and it was not uncommon for them to be badly damaged. So, comrades didn't really care about these things.

But what is this smiling ship girl doing taking out a DSLR camera?

"You! What are you going to do!" The tall ship girl screamed at Bismarck, her voice shrill and piercing.

"Ah, senior, please don't mind. This is Missouri's personal hobby. Please rest assured, Missouri will not do anything like sending these photos to newspapers or websites, printing them into posters, cutting them into PPTs, making DVDs, or publishing them as a book with a title like 'Those Adorably Damaged Ship Girl Seniors'." Missouri assured the tall ship girl, her face beaming with even more delight.

"Stop! No! No!" The tall ship girl couldn't sit still any longer. She practically begged Missouri, "I'll open the ship equipment space for you, but I don't want this!"

Missouri, somewhat disappointed by the tall ship girl's words, put down her camera: "Alright then."

The tall ship girl breathed a sigh of relief, somewhat resigned to her fate.

The new ship girls, led by Constellation, looked at Missouri with a hint of fear in their eyes.

“Missouri, your camera…” Constellation asked.

"I bought it a while ago," Missouri said with a smile to the constellation.

"..." Saratoga thought for a moment, then leaned closer to Missouri, "What's inside?"

"These are photos that Missouri usually likes."

Saratoga's eyes lit up, and she squeezed in front of Missouri, looking excited: "Is there a little white guy?"

“Would you like to see this, Saratoga?” Missouri handed the camera to Saratoga.