The Naval Base of the Unnamed Ship Girls

"So what are you using now?" Ardon then asked.

"Of course it's the Orange 9 phone. Although it can't run at the highest settings and doesn't have much of an immersive experience, at least we can play. Kokang also uses the Orange 9. If it weren't for the fact that only the Orange 9 phone can support interaction with various operating platforms, I would have wanted Xiaobei and Nanda to play together too."

Tidu's voice came from a tank.

"...Luckily we didn't play together." All Yaton could do to express his deepest frustration with his admiral's thoughts was to complain.

Chapter 237 Reasonable Foreign Aid

Perhaps it was to demonstrate their technological prowess, or perhaps the game developers wanted to create a unified game environment.

Whether you're using the Orange 9 client, the PC client, or a simulator, you can enjoy the Thunder series of games in one game world.

For these players, using different clients only results in different gaming experiences and does not significantly affect gameplay.

This difference only became apparent after game companies introduced virtual game pods, allowing players to directly enter the game world.

Other gameplay modes and player interactions are all separated by a game system.

Using a virtual gaming pod to directly utilize one's own virtual projection offers a completely different experience compared to players who use other gaming methods.

For example, Adun and Hyperion can walk around among these tanks, knocking on this and looking at that.

Tidu and Kogan, who play the game on their mobile devices, can only remain in their own vehicles and interact with Adun and Hyperion, who are using virtual pods, through voice and game perspective.

Ti was very unhappy about this.

"So, what kind of help do you need?" Adon asked, completely ignoring Tidu's constant chatter.

"Uh..." Tidu was stunned for a moment when she realized that her complaints had been ignored. She said to Guogan beside her, "Guogan, you talk to Yadun."

"Oh, Sister Adon, hello, Sister Adon, can you hear me?" A bold voice came from the Soviet IS-2 tank that Tidu was riding in.

“We can hear you.” Adun and Hyperion both tried and found that the IS2 tank being driven by the mobile player could not be disassembled; even the wheels couldn’t be removed.

Through Kogan's explanation, Yadun finally understood what had happened. It turned out that when Kogan was still in school, he had joined a club-like game called Thunder Chariots.

Moreover, Kokang graduated as a club minister based on his own abilities.

With Hyperion's help, Kogan, who had internet access at the naval base, immediately contacted her juniors who were still in school as a senior, and also learned that the Thunder Chariot Game Club, where she used to work, was facing a serious crisis.

Perhaps because of the excessive emphasis on the purity of Soviet tanks, when the Kokang was still around, other players who also enjoyed the Thunder Tank game didn't dare to say much (Tidu probably deserves some credit for this).

After Kokang graduated and became a formal ship girl, she followed Tidu far away. Those prospective ship girls who were previously suppressed and also liked playing Thunder Chariots formed new clubs to compete with this established club for market share.

With its main members graduating and a lack of successors, the Thunder Chariot club, which had firmly held the top spot in the Central Academy student group, gradually lost its former prestige.

Ultimately, they've fallen to the point where other clubs are questioning their right to occupy the Central Academy student group's Thunder Chariot Game Club's name.

As a result, one challenge after another weighed heavily on these ship girls who wanted to revive the glory of their predecessors.

Finally, after discussion, it was decided to hold an intra-school Thunder Chariot Competition. Whoever wins the championship will have their club officially recognized as the Thunder Chariot Club. Of course... it will only last for one year. If this competition is successful, it will be held every year thereafter.

As a result, the veteran gang, which was targeted right from the start, smoothly rolled into the loser's bracket. When the former captain bravely contacted them, this veteran gang had to face the most important decision.

The first-place team qualifies as a formal club, while the last-place team faces the risk of being disbanded.

This long-established club is now just one game away from being in last place.

Because the efforts of their predecessors might be lost in their hands, the pressure was so great that several newly joined ship girls even went missing, and in the end, they didn't even have enough players to meet the minimum number required to participate in the competition.

So when the current captain, Guo Gan, took the initiative to contact them, these ship girls, who were in a slump, felt as if they had seen God descend to earth. If they weren't so far away, these ship girls would have wanted to kiss Guo Gan's boots.

...For Mao-affiliated ship girls, kissing boots is the highest form of gratitude...something just doesn't feel quite right.

Unfortunately, even if Kokang handled the situation perfectly with just one ship, it couldn't change the course of events. So, Kokang used a lot of persuasion and eventually brought Ti over as well.

Kokang is quite confident in the gaming prowess of the Central Academy's "Big Demon King".

Especially since Tidu even called over Sister Yaton, who has become a popular figure on the internet, Kokang felt confident this time! Although they might not get first place, at least they wouldn't be eliminated because of a humiliating defeat and becoming last place.

"Is it really okay to bring in foreign players for this kind of competition?" Adon asked after thinking for a moment.

"Of course, no problem at all. Don't worry about that, Sister Yaton." Guogan responded to Yaton's question without any pressure.

"We lost our first match to those foreign players, and they actually tried to brush us off with the excuse that the competition rules didn't restrict the source of the participants!" Another ship girl's unwilling words came from the IS2 tank where Kogan was located.

"Exactly, that's so unfair."

"It wasn't until after the battle that we discovered that the only contestant from that club was a student from the school—only one of their ships was a student!"

"That's outrageous!"

"This is outrageous!"

Upon hearing Adun mention foreign aid, the ship girls in the squad all began to condemn it.

"Oh, alright then, which one should I drive, Hyperion or me?" Since these ship girls had already said so, Adun naturally stopped worrying about whether or not the external support counted.

“The last one,” Tidu answered on behalf of Kokang.

"The last one?" Hyperion, who was also looking at the last chariot parked in the snow, said before Adun could speak, "Holy crap, it's huge."

“Indeed… it’s a bit big,” Adon said, glancing at the Hyperion.

The "big" that these two starship girls were referring to certainly didn't mean the size of that tank. Even to the Hyperion, which is only a few hundred meters long, these tanks were like tiny toys, like Viking fighters, let alone the Adun, which is tens of kilometers long.

What these two starship girls complained about most was the vehicle's boxy turret and the slightly thick cannon barrel.

This gun barrel, placed on a ship, might only be considered a secondary gun with normal firepower, but placed on the compact chassis of this tank.

If I had to give a rating to this top-heavy, big-headed doll-like appearance, I could actually call it cute!

"How about that, impressive, right? KV-2, the 152 God Cult!!" Tidu's voice rang in the ears of the two starship girls: "Let's teach those shameless opponents a lesson in shipbuilding with concrete-destroying bombs!"

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I think anyone who can clear E8 with an average of 10 resources and less than 100 barrels is a master.

I've already used 300 barrels for this event, and have several damage control items left. We're currently in the final kill phase, grinding the artillery team level in 6-4 to build our kill squad, especially focusing on upgrading North Carolina. (Grinding North Carolina from level 20 to 71 in one day is killing me!)

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These past two days I've been watching the Warcraft movie with my buddies in a place 500 kilometers away from home. I originally planned to update twice a day for two days, but I think I'll stick to three updates instead.

For Azeroth! For the Alliance! The Holy Light grants me strength! Demacia!

Chapter 238 A Group of Hairy Kids

"Tsk, it's this one. I hate driving these kinds of vehicles the most." After finding the detailed information on this Soviet tank model KV2 in the game client, Hyperion, who had already defined himself as a driver, frowned and said.

"Why?" Adun touched the cold metal of the so-called 152nd Cult KV-2 tank, wondering why Hyperion would say she didn't like driving this kind of vehicle.

"Because it's too bulky. This one-sided pursuit of firepower, making yourself like a tortoise, is extremely boring to drive. No matter how sophisticated the technology or how advanced the concept, it can't be brought into play."

Hyperion explained why he didn't like driving the KV-2, which can be summarized as: this type of tank doesn't allow for showcasing skills.

"I see." Knowing what it meant, Adun ignored Hyperion's complaints and began to think about what tactics could be used to maximize the effectiveness of the cumbersome, tortoise-like KV-2.

"Hey, Adun, let me secretly make some more modifications," Hyperion said, pulling out a small wrench from somewhere. "How about adding an overclocking system to the engine, or maybe a vertical takeoff and landing and stealth capabilities?"

"And then during the match, you're going to be challenged by a third party?" Adun glanced at Hyperion and retorted.

"Ahem, well, hehe." Upon hearing Adun's words, Hyperion glanced at the wrench in his hand, casually tossed it aside, and said as if nothing had happened:

"Even if we don't lose it, we can't handle this tank with two ships. Are you going to be the tank commander, loader, and gunner all at once, Adun?"

“Actually, it’s not that…” Just as Yaton was about to say that he could also work as a part-time tank commander, gunner, and loader, Tidu’s voice responded in the communication channel:

"It's alright, it's alright, I've already found an assistant loader and a gunner for you."

As soon as Tidu finished speaking, a figure appeared in the virtual environment around Adun and Hyperion.

"Omega?" After the figure was fully formed, Adon looked at the tank controlled by Tidu with some curiosity.

"Hehe, isn't she amazing? I borrowed her from Xia. Omega is the first IJN ship girl I've ever seen who's so good at playing games," Tidus said proudly.

"Lord Tidu, from a certain perspective, the unit I belong to is not the IJN." Omega, dressed in a Japanese sailor uniform, corrected Tidu's mistake.

"Are you also using a virtual gaming pod?" Seeing Omega appear, Adun guessed that the other party was using the same gaming method as himself, perhaps with virtual intervention.

“Yes, it’s very peculiar technology, worth studying.” Although Omega found that he didn’t need to suppress his hostility toward Adun and Hyperion in the virtual world, it was basically impossible for Omega to treat Adun with the same politeness he showed Tidu.

“It seems you’ve also made some minor modifications to your gaming pod.” Ardon noticed some inconsistencies in the Omega virtual character.

Omega simply smiled at Arden's statement without offering any further explanation.

Upon hearing what Yaton said, Tidu chimed in, "Xia's family is so wealthy, breaking a few virtual game pods is nothing to them."

"What about the other member?" Realizing that continuing the conversation with Tidu on this topic was basically like talking to a brick wall, Adon sighed and asked Tidu.

"Huh? She's already here? Is she asleep? Kula, wake up!" Tidu shouted the last part out loud.

Even in the game world, Tidu's power of roaring like a lion has not diminished. At the same time as Tidu began to charge up her roar, Adun, Hyperion, and the Rising Sun Empire's all-purpose war fortress ship girl Omega covered their ears almost simultaneously.

The characters in the game world are not real-life superhero ship girls; being bombarded with thunderous sounds would be very uncomfortable.

As Tidu's roar echoed, a sound of hard objects colliding with metal came from the KV2 tank, which had been quietly sitting in the snow and ice.

"Ah..." The sound of impact was followed by a cry of pain.

"Yes, yes, yes, I'm here, I'm here." After a series of clattering and knocking sounds, a white-haired ship girl wearing a Soviet-style tank helmet emerged from the observation port of the KV-2 tank.

"Courageous?" Both Adun and Hyperion were taken aback when they saw the familiar clothes and similar appearance of the ship girl.

"I'm not the brave older sister. I just inherited the ship equipment not long ago, so I can't have a ship girl's name yet. You can just call me Kula." The white-haired ship girl, who had just gotten up from the snow, straightened her crooked tank helmet and explained to Yadun.

"...Is the ship girl you Soviets contact the most likely to be Kogan?" Adun asked, staring at the prospective ship girl named Kula in front of him, whose clothes and appearance were very similar to Kogan's.

"Of course not, there are still a lot of Soviet shipgirl equipment that can be inherited." Kula said awkwardly when she heard Adun ask this question.

Seeing that her words seemed unbelievable, Kula glanced at the tanks around her, creaked her way to a T-34, and kicked the chassis of the T-34 hard.

Then this immature ship girl, who had blurred the lines between reality and the game, rubbed her toes and shouted, "Stop laughing at me, come out and explain this to me."

“But the expert is right. Most people choose to inherit the ship equipment of the Courageous-class destroyers because it’s simpler.” The cockpit of T34 opened, and a red-haired ship girl wearing a white coat, a pair of fluffy headphones, and a camera stepped out.

"I am Kirov, a Soviet light cruiser girl. It's a pleasure to meet you two great masters."

After Kirov finished introducing herself, a ship girl who looked about the same age as Kokang emerged from the top of the T34's turret and introduced herself:

"Although I haven't fully inherited the ship's equipment yet, I don't have the kind of situation where there are too many people like Kokang and it's easy to get confused. So just call me Tashkent. Soviet-style destroyer, Tashkent, specializing in combat, whether at sea or on land."