Elder brother's garrison

“Theoretically, a ship girl’s energy is close to infinite as long as there are resources in her ship equipment. It’s just that mental fatigue will accumulate slowly. And if she deliberately suppresses her ship equipment, her physical strength won’t be much stronger than that of a human,” Missouri explained. “So Missouri feels that after about one to two hours, Senior York will be tired.”

Changchun and Chuixue both nodded in agreement.

At that moment, an unassuming deep-sea supply ship passed by the destroyer and the Missouri, catching their attention.

The extremely diligent deep-sea supply ship wasn't carrying any cleaning tools at this moment. Instead, it was humming a cheerful tune while sitting down in a quiet corner with a bucket of instant noodles and a pink can of juice.

"Supply-chan!" Fubuki waved to the deep-sea supply ship, then ran towards it on her little legs.

"Oh, it's a destroyer. If you want to assign tasks, please wait thirty minutes. It's lunch break now." The deep-sea supply ship sat up straight.

"Is Supply Sauce having lunch?"

"Yeah, my ship equipment is completely depleted, so I can't replenish my stamina anymore. Now I get tired and hungry just from moving around." The deep-sea supply ship picked up a cup of instant noodles and slurped up the noodles as it spoke.

The deep-sea supply ship doesn't really like chatting with ship girls, but compared to the likes of Yi Xian and Bismarck, the pressure on the supply ship is much less, so it doesn't really matter.

"Supply-chan, aren't you eating with us?"

"You can't get the free staff meals before you become a full-time employee."

"Hmm..." Fubuki frowned as she looked at the deep-sea supply ship. "The Admiral won't mind this, will he? I can just tell the Admiral, right?"

"You have to repay favors, why should someone help you for free?" The deep-sea supply ship muttered to herself as she slurped her noodles. "Besides, I even got this job by being a bed warmer... So, destroyer, you're clearly being pampered by the admiral but you take it all for granted, you're not the admiral's wife..."

"Fubuki is indeed the Admiral's wife."

"Pfft—" The deep-sea supply ship spat out the noodles in its mouth. "Pfft cough cough cough... You can eat whatever you want, cough cough, but you can't say whatever you want..."

Fubuki, hands on her hips, extended a hand toward the deep-sea supply ship, a diamond ring sparkling on her ring finger.

"Fubuki is the Admiral's first married ship!"

The deep-sea supply ship silently gazed at Fubuki's wedding ring, its face weathered with age.

She raised her head, glanced at Fubuki's flat chest, and then became somewhat sad.

I originally thought the admiral of this naval base might still have some human form, but it seems he's really just a human bulldozer... He doesn't even spare such a small destroyer.

Cusen!

The deep-sea supply ship muttered to itself.

"Why are you sighing, Supply Girl?"

"Young lady, you'll understand someday. It's too early for you to grasp the concepts of adults."

"Hmm, Supply-chan, you look smaller than me."

“I’m already six years old, which is considered old lady-like on the deep-sea amphibious ship.”

"Yamato-neechan also said she's 500 years old this year."

"Incredible! It's been missing for five hundred years. Did she spring out of a rock like a monkey?" The deep-sea supply ship opened the can, and immediately, a fresh strawberry aroma wafted out.

Fubuki twitched her small nose, sensing that the smell was somewhat familiar.

"Can I try this supply sauce?" Fubuki asked, pointing to the can on the supply ship.

"Some fruit juices may look like fruit juice, but they're actually adult drinks with an alcohol content as high as 38%. You might want to hold off for a bit, little sister." The deep-sea supply ship grinned at Fubuki, then gulped down several mouthfuls, letting out a satisfied groan, "Awesome—"

The strong fruity aroma wafted out through the diluted chemical wind from the deep-sea supply ship's mouth, instantly highlighting the alcoholic scent hidden beneath the fruity aroma.

"Is it alcohol?" Fubuki covered her nose.

"Yes. My boss paid me my salary the day before yesterday, so I bought some of these and put them in the kitchen."

Why is it in the kitchen?

"I don't have my own room."

"Oh……"

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At this moment, although the courtyard was bustling with activity, the kitchen was shrouded in an incredibly thick and quiet darkness.

In the shadows, the girl's breathing became slightly rapid.

Saratoga, lying on the ground, stared wide-eyed at the little white creature riding on her back, her body stiff and unsure of what to do.

"How... will you compensate me?" Little White lay on Saratoga, looking at her with a gentle smile.

Xiao Bai's face originally had a pure and friendly smile, which easily reminded people of a snow-white puppy.

However, under the influence of the alcohol, a blush like a sunset rose on Xiaobai's cheeks, unconsciously giving her an expression that was somewhat clingy and alluring.

In this state, White's destructive power against Saratoga is almost infinite, since Saratoga has long been countered by White's move and has virtually no resistance to it.

"Saratoga... say something..."

Little White swayed back and forth on Saratoga, occasionally lowering its head and rubbing against Saratoga's body.

"What compensation should I choose...? Okay, okay," Little White hummed a song, smiling as she looked at Saratoga, her little hands stroking Saratoga's cheeks. "Anything is fine with Saratoga!"

Upon hearing this, Saratoga, which was still in a crashed state, immediately restarted.

In the darkness, Saratoga's big, blue eyes were fixed on Whitebeard, and her heart pounded so hard it seemed to leap out of her throat.

Saratoga blinked, looking at the little white creature.

Little White swayed back and forth on Saratoga, waiting for her reply.

Saratoga's keen senses told her that this might be an opportunity.

"Anything is fine?" Saratoga asked warily.

Anything is fine.

"You won't forget, will you..."

"No, I have a very good memory."

Saratoga looked at Little White cautiously.

Did not run away.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

Saratoga was moved to tears.

Could it be that I... I'm finally going to turn things around?

As expected, I, Sarajevo, am the leading lady!

This is a rare opportunity for me to overtake that Missouri traveler!

“Then, then…send me…Hoo…” Saratoga opened her mouth, trying to speak, but she couldn’t get the words out.

"Hmm?" Little White looked at Saratoga quietly.

“Marry…marry…”

"...?" Xiaobai tilted her head.

Saratoga was so frustrated she was about to cry.

At such a crucial moment, why can't I suddenly say anything...? Damn, those few words feel like they're glued to my mouth! Is this really the same ruthless little whirlwind who used to be a rookie naval commander? I might as well change my name to Sarasongga... I have this feeling that if I just say it, no matter how unreasonable the request, the little white dog will definitely agree...

...Xiaobai will definitely agree to it.

This is no longer the time to preach morality and righteousness!

Saratoga was deep in thought when his gaze met that of Little White.

Little White smiled at Saratoga, with a docile expression that seemed to accept whatever was offered.

Xiaobai is very trustworthy; whether she's drunk or not, she will always keep her promises.

Even if I were to ask Xiaobai to give me a wedding ring right now, to make me her only wedding ship, to let Xiaobai move out of the Bismarck family home and live with me in a carefree, shameless daily life... Xiaobai would probably agree...

Even if it's a request to have Xiaobai all to himself, he might agree to it.

Who knows, I might reach the pinnacle of my ship life then, showing off my love with Shiro every day in the naval base, while watching Tirpitz and Enterprise bite their handkerchiefs behind me with tearful expressions, willingly becoming the losers, the Lambo Bay of the newbie naval base, the woman standing behind the admiral!

As Saratoga pondered, countless possibilities raced through her mind, but her gaze gradually dimmed.

But if that's the case...

...How boring is that?

Saratoga turned her head away listlessly.

These things are meaningless unless the novice takes the initiative.

It's completely meaningless now.

Saratoga felt the weight of the little white creature on her body and sighed softly.

Then, the flame in his chest gradually died down.

"Saratoga? What's wrong?" Little White lay down on Saratoga's full chest, stroking her soft, undulating breasts as he looked at her curiously.

"Let's talk about it when you're sober."

"You can say it now."

“You’re drunk,” Saratoga muttered softly. “You listen to everyone’s requests. That makes no sense.”

Saratoga's heart was bleeding when she said those words.

Little White stared at Saratoga, remaining silent for a long while.

Then Xiaobai opened its mouth.

"Saratoga, even when I'm drunk, I don't agree to everyone's requests."

"Huh?" Saratoga was taken aback, her heart skipped a beat, then she quickly shook her head. "You can't trust a drunk person!"

Honestly, Xiaobai has quite a few sweet talkers when he's drunk.

However, this is definitely not a line that a novice would say.

She shouldn't have any reason to favor herself.

If anyone is going to be biased, it's Missouri and Fubuki.

Saratoga kept trying to convince herself not to fall for his tricks.

“Saratoga,” Little White smiled at Saratoga, “I believe you won’t make unreasonable demands.”

"...Liar."

“No,” Xiaobai shook his head. “Saratoga is different.”

“What’s different…” Saratoga asked.

Little White's hand slowly reached out and cupped Saratoga's face.

Saratoga and Little White looked at each other.

With a sweet smile.

"because……"

“Saratoga…is mine…”

"The first ship girl..."

Chapter 854 Your Friend, the Thunder King Bismarck, Has Arrived Online

In the dimly lit kitchen, Little White lay on Saratoga's body, cradling Saratoga's cheeks and smiling quietly.

Like a white flower blooming at night.

Saratoga's heart suddenly stopped beating.

A suffocating, death-like sensation swept through Saratoga's mind, dragging her consciousness like mud towards an abyss.

The Saratoga was sunk.

The bright red flames instantly scorched Saratoga's face, and in an instant, Saratoga felt as if her skin was in a steamer, burning hot.

“…So you still remember this setting…” Saratoga asked, stammering.

"Of course I remember, I have a great memory," Xiaobai replied.

Saratoga's thin eyebrows trembled and furrowed together. After thinking for a while, she tentatively asked, "Will you grant me any request?"