The Naval Base of the Unnamed Ship Girls

That's right, they pushed it. Although Yadun saw the power system and wheel set of this oversized quadrail vehicle, the vehicle was already completely stuck in the ground due to its excessive weight, so Kogan did not start them. Instead, they used the power of a destroyer to push the vehicle out.

Adon looked up at the hammer and sickle emblem that had just been painted on the chariot, thought for a moment, and asked, "Kogan, didn't you get a track system?"

Since it didn't use tracks and the wheel set was a kind of all-metal disc, a thing called a train gun came to mind in Ayton's memory.

"Ah, Kogan was so busy showing it to Sister Yaton that he forgot we should wait until the tracks are laid to the warehouse before moving on." Kogan, who hadn't felt too tired even pushing out a tank weighing over a thousand tons, heard Yaton's question and quickly glanced at the situation where the front of the tank had sunk more than half a meter into the ground, forming an earthen wall. He covered his eyes with his hands, unable to bear the sight, and said.

So you really were planning to lay the tracks, huh? Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that there was indeed a pile of manufactured track steel bars in the warehouse where Kokang had launched this war machine.

In that instant, Adun felt that the energy crystal tower he had painstakingly created seemed so insignificant. Its technology was indeed thousands of years more advanced than this pile of metal lumps, but in terms of visual effect, the era of giant ships and cannons really still needed something so imposing.

If possible, Adun really wanted to take out all of the Admiral's private stash and then summon a Protoss Colossus robot.

As for why Kokang was able to take down such a large target in such a short time, Yaton said there was nothing strange about it.

The seemingly cute Kokang is actually a destroyer. Although it can't compare to those big ladies with displacements of tens of thousands of tons, the Kokang, with a full-load displacement of over 2500 tons, has a railway gun weighing over a thousand tons that is less than half its weight.

If we have to judge it by "size," compared to the main body of the Kokang, this train cannon is just a toy-sized little guy.

You asked about the size and drainage capacity of Adonis?

To this question, all I can say is, "The units of measurement are different, what's the point of asking?"

While Yadun was lost in thought, Kogan, having just pushed out the chariot, jogged to the barrel, the most important part of a cannon. He tapped on several key points to listen to the sound, and nodded in satisfaction. Then, as if lifting a wooden stick, he hoisted the barrel onto the main body of the railway cannon.

With a "Duang" sound, a super-large railway gun was assembled.

"Sister Yadun, could you lay out the track for me?" Guogan, wearing welding goggles and pulling out a welding torch from the ship's equipment space to prepare for the final welding work, called out to Yadun, who was in a daze.

"Oh, where to lay it?" As soon as Adun said it, he immediately regretted it. You want me to build a hyperspace channel? No problem. I have enough materials to build an anchor point space portal. But I don't think I've ever worked on laying multi-track railways for train cannons.

"For now, we can just circle around the garrison base once." Kokang responded loudly and continued welding his train gun. But is welding a reliable method of connection? What happened to the Maoist-style rivet-based world?

Huh? Lay a whole circle? That's a bit too much work, isn't it? Some of the startled Aduns completely forgot that he didn't know how to lay railway tracks.

Fortunately, although Kokang inherited some traditions of the Mao-style ship girls, at least when designing this railway cannon, she did not mistakenly drink antifreeze instead of vodka.

The so-called "circling around the garrison base" does not mean circling the entire island, but only around a few key buildings.

Having obtained the design plan for the Kokang Railway, Yaton also inquired about how the rails for the railway artillery should be laid.

"But this kid really does have a lot of ideas."

As Adon cleared a path by using his psionic blades to clear rocks and trees, he commented on the coastal defense system of the garrison town painted by Kogan.

If there were enough resources and time to achieve the design, it would be an iron defense line consisting of nine layers of railcar cannons, more than thirty mountain cannons, and several small anti-aircraft cannons hidden in the forests and rocks.

The railway cannon that Kokang just fired was only part of the core defense line near the garrison headquarters.

This strong sense of Russian identity is truly befitting of Kogan. Although Yadun doesn't know why she knows that Russian ship girls have this kind of personality, these basic knowledge related to the worldview seem to have been forcibly stuffed into her brain by the power of the world as the first generation of ship girls.

Having learned the method, Yaton quickly laid out a circle of rails made by Kokang, and also did some simple terrain modification along the route the rails passed through.

When they returned to the location of the train gun after circling around, Kokang had just completed the final step of the train gun installation.

What's that saying again? For infrastructure projects, look for companies like Kantai Collection! Three hundred stainless steel beds, cough cough…

(See? It's the promised double update, hahaha. By the way, why did the MRI stop? I'm shaking so much I feel like my whole body is going to fall apart.)

Chapter 21 My name is Xiao Bei, and I am a deep-sea heavy cruiser.

My name is Xiao Bei. I was born somewhere in the Arctic Ocean, but I don't know the exact details. At that time, I had not yet developed self-awareness.

By the time I regained some self-awareness from my chaotic state, the Arctic Fleet had already been destroyed, and I was pulled out of a pile of wreckage by the newly crowned king who had just become the boss of the sea.

Then, when the king couldn't think of a name, he just randomly chose this one.

Therefore, I am not sure whether I was born in the Arctic Ocean Deep Sea Fleet or somewhere else in the Arctic Ocean. By the time I became fully aware of myself, I was already a member of the Eastern Pacific Deep Sea Fleet.

You're probably wondering what's going on here. That's right, I'm an Abyssal ship girl, a heavy cruiser, and my role is the squad leader of the border high-speed patrol team. I have five Abyssal destroyers with incomplete self-awareness as my subordinates.

Oh, there should be two light cruisers among them. I'm not quite sure which one to choose, since they're all the kind that can be taken out with a single shot.

Actually, I was supposed to be managing logistics and supplies in the rear, but unfortunately a few days ago an elite patrol was wiped out by our arch-enemy, that group of ship girls.

Captain-class deep-sea ship girls with complete self-awareness are rare. So, in a sadly drawn lottery, I was thrown to the front line and replaced that equally unlucky predecessor as the new captain.

I don't like the front lines where the aura of the deep sea is weak, because without the nourishment of the aura of the deep sea, my skin will gradually become as unhealthy and rosy as those ship girls, and may even age and crack.

This forced me to spend a large portion of my already meager allowance on cosmetics for skincare.

Fortunately, frontline officers received battlefield allowances, which prevented me from having to sell everything I owned.

Although I didn't like it, I had no choice but to obey, because the order to send me to the front lines came directly from the King, who is also my Deep Sea Princess.

As the Second King put it, "Either go to the front lines, or dismantle the ship's equipment and feed it to the fish."

Compared to the consequences of disobeying orders and having one's ship equipment dismantled and fed to sharks, this environmental factor that might affect skin health is insignificant.

After all, I haven't yet snatched a handsome human guy from those ship girls to be my admiral. I can't let my precious youth be wasted on such trivial matters.

And I've heard that those handsome human guys prefer the unhealthy, rosy complexion of ship girls, so I guess I'll just have to force myself a little.

I really don't know what kind of strange aesthetic sense those people have.

That said, what exactly did the king's orders mean? Why was the patrol route arranged to protect the newly built garrison rather than to target it?

The King not only strictly forbade those deep-sea ship girls who had no self-awareness to approach that naval base, but also strictly ordered us not to provoke them.

We deep-sea ship girls are natural enemies with those ship girls who fawn over humans. Even if we are deep-sea ship girls with good self-control and full self-awareness, it is difficult for us to control our urge to attack those human ship girls.

Provoking the other side is tantamount to treason, and the prohibition that the ship's equipment should be dismantled and fed to sharks is really asking too much of a ship.

Sigh, I'd better go watch my own game. I hope the Pacific Deep Sea Soccer Team performs better against Atlantic teams this year and doesn't keep losing to Western teams. I've already lost several months' worth of allowance to them.

That's the good thing about the border patrol team. When they have nothing to do, they can surf the internet or watch TV as long as they don't get caught in the act. Unlike when they were in the logistics department, there were so many deep-sea ship girls coming and going. If they wanted to have some personal hobbies during work hours, they had to risk feeding sharks.

The only downside is that the signal along the border isn't very good. During his work hours, the deep-sea heavy cruiser, who was just slacking off, frowned as he looked at the flickering screen in front of him and tapped it hard at a 45-degree angle.

"Captain... Captain..." As if sensing something, the deep-sea destroyer approached the captain, who was in full autopilot mode, and stammered.

"I'm busy, we'll talk later." It seems the signal issue at the border won't be resolved anytime soon. I'll have to carry a signal amplifier with me next time I go out. He shoved aside his deep-sea heavy cruiser and stared intently at the screen in front of him.

The decisive game between the two deep-sea soccer teams on the screen has entered overtime.

"Captain... Captain..." The loyal deep-sea destroyer tentatively tugged at its captain's ship rigging, hoping its captain would pay more attention to something important.

"I told you not to bother me, are you still bothering me?" After the Pacific team's brilliant lob shot was saved by the Atlantic team's goalkeeper, the heavy cruiser sighed and glared at his subordinate before turning his attention back to the live broadcast of the game.

"Captain, we have shells!" The deep-sea destroyer, driven to desperation, stopped stuttering and shouted loudly to its captain.

"Don't even mention cannonballs, the barrage isn't as important as the game... What? Cannonballs?!!!" Although he didn't react immediately, it was clear that this heavy cruiser named Xiao Bei, who possessed a complete sense of self, was not a fool like Guo Gan.

Just as he quickly turned his gaze to the direction where the shell might be coming from, Xiao Bei's dynamic vision caught sight of an oversized shell that was already very close.

What caliber is that?! Are the ship girls in that naval base crazy? Xiao Bei immediately realized that the cannon barrel that fired that shell could probably fit her whole body inside.

Because he had been distracted by watching the game and wasted too much time, before Xiao Bei could even decide how to deal with the shell that was hurtling towards his head, his survival instinct kicked in and he made a hard left turn to avoid it, causing his entire body and cruiser to tilt to one side.

"Bang..." A solid projectile without any high-explosive powder hit the spot where Xiao Bei had been standing, splashing a large spray of water and drenching the deep-sea patrol fleet, which was being shaken around by the impact, all over with seawater.

"My...my..." Xiao Bei, who was unharmed, stared blankly at the black fragments floating on the water's surface, then suddenly shouted, "My limited edition Heine Multimedia Portable TV!! My half-year's salary!!! My football match!!"

Following the desperate roar from the deep-sea heavy cruiser, this captain-class intelligent deep-sea vessel deployed all its ship-mounted guns, adopting a stance of fighting to the death with the naval base that fired that shot.

For the glory of the deep sea!! Damn ship girls!! I'll fight you to the death!! Go die tens of thousands of times for me!!!

If it weren't for the quick-witted deep-sea destroyer noticing her captain's movements and desperately pulling her back, this deep-sea heavy cruiser might have really launched a kamikaze-style attack on the Admiral's naval base in Adun, which was considered to have a screw loose!

Chapter 22 Just Need Something to Do and Have a Shot

"Did you hit it? Did you hit it?"

Kokang was overjoyed to have successfully fired his homemade coastal defense train gun (toy) for the first time. He held a telescope and looked out at the calm sea. Unfortunately, because the range was too far, the telescope in Kokang's hand did not play a significant role.

"There was no target identified at all; it was just a test firing of a training round. How could there be any question of whether it hit or not?"

More importantly, although no dangerous items were loaded into the warhead, the ammunition compartment had the maximum load capacity. With such a gun having a critical chamber pressure level range, it could be considered a beyond-visual-range strike.

What good is a low-powered optical telescope? Based on my understanding of the technology in your world, measuring the impact point of such a long-range cannon should be done with an airplane or a drone, or even a satellite.

"Oh, what a pity."

Remembering that the test warhead was already far away, Kogan put away his binoculars and said sheepishly.

"Actually, there's nothing to regret. If I had to say, it does seem like it hit." Just because Kogan can't see it doesn't mean Aden can't see it. The phased array radar isn't just for show. Not to mention that shell, in fact, the entire area around the Admiral's Naval Base, with the distance from the boundary of the deep-sea domain as the radius, is within Aden's real-time monitoring range.

The difference between not being able to operate at full power is that if we want to monitor the entire range, the conclusion is rather vague. However, if we are scanning a training warhead like we are now, there shouldn't be any major problems.

So what happened to that unfortunate deep-sea heavy cruiser was like watching a live broadcast for Adun.

That deep-sea heavy cruiser was really unlucky. It was just testing chamber pressure durability and maximum range without a specific target, using the most common test projectile, and it just happened to hit the deep-sea heavy cruiser right on the head.

If it weren't for the quick reaction of that deep-sea heavy cruiser, the bravery would have added another achievement to its list.

Although, judging from the reaction of that deep-sea heavy cruiser, it seems that the shell fired by Kokang had caused more serious consequences than killing her.

Will that Deep Sea Princess, who has a close relationship with the Admiral, bring her subordinates to his door demanding compensation for emotional distress or something?

Ayton almost laughed out loud at his own wildly imaginative thoughts. If the Deep Sea Princess from the vicinity of the naval base really did come knocking on his door with her family, what Ayton would most like to see was the scene of the Admiral and the Deep Sea Princess recognizing each other as relatives.

Whether they are sisters or mother and daughter, it's hard for anyone to resist such gossip.

While Aydon was fabricating a relationship between the Admiral and the Deep Sea Princess, the Admiral, who was busy with something in the center of the island, was startled by the sound of the Kokang-made train cannon firing.

Thinking that the deep-sea invasion had occurred, the admiral immediately unleashed his ship girl bloodline to its fullest extent, rushing towards the place where the cannon fire was coming from, sparks flying all the way.

Upon arrival, there was no sign of the Deep Sea. Instead, his two ship girls were standing on a giant tank, discussing something while gazing at the calm sea.

"What are you two doing? And what about Abyss?" The admiral recognized the hammer and sickle emblem on the tank in front of him as a product of Kokang and asked his ship girl without paying any more attention.

"What deep sea?" Adon was a little confused by the admiral's nervousness.

"No deep sea? Then why do I hear the sound of heavy artillery?" The admiral, who had indeed not sensed any deep sea presence, was somewhat bewildered. His bloodline-based hostility towards the deep sea told him that Admiral Admiral was not lying about military intelligence.

“Oh, Kokang and I are testing the cannons,” Yaton replied, pointing to the tank beneath his feet.

"Test firing?" Upon hearing Yadun's explanation, the admiral took a closer look at the large war machine manufactured in Kokang.

The carriage was roughly equivalent to two locomotives side by side, with the train tracks underneath and a cannon with a caliber big enough to fit a ship girl. The admiral recalled something he had seen in a history textbook.

"A train gun?"

What the heck? Why is there a train cannon on my naval base? And this Mao-style (Maoist style) that exudes the smell of vodka makes the admiral turn his attention to his initial ship girl.