The Naval Base of the Unnamed Ship Girls

"Hey, what are you all looking at me for?" Richelieu, the second-generation governor of Naval Base No. 233, who had no intention of joining the fight, looked blankly at the gazes of everyone, including the admiral.

“Alright, I accept the mission, but let’s make it clear first that I won’t be the flagship,” Richelieu said, looking defeated.

"Tch, he clearly likes it a lot, but he's putting on this act." "Is France known for producing arrogant people?" "The British are known for producing arrogant people, aren't they?"

The teleportation capacity of the hyperspace portal is limited, especially since the teleporter at Naval Base 233 is prone to failure. After confirming that the vanguard, Richelieu, and Prince Eugen would be the members of this reinforcement fleet, only the flagship position remained to be chosen.

"First of all, the firepower must be strong enough."

"Secondly, one must be clear-headed and know how to assess the situation."

"Finally, when it comes to crucial moments, you must be ruthless and never hesitate."

After Helena finished explaining the three key points, all the main battleship girls of Naval Base No. 233 in the entire conference room turned their gazes to Veneto, who was leisurely sipping coffee, just as they had been looking at Richelieu earlier.

“Vivi’s drug-fueled cannon is indeed quite powerful.” Richelieu said, “Unable to bear seeing Vivi alone in the naval base.”

"We were victors in both World Wars, so saying 'we assessed the situation' is absolutely enough." This is a sour grapes reaction from a slow-moving American battleship.

"As one of the heirs of the long-established mafia family, Corleone, even if Vivi isn't a ship girl now, she's still ruthless enough."

"Why are you all looking at me like that?" Even though Veneto was one of the strongest ship girls in Naval Base 233, she was still a little uneasy being surrounded by so many gunnery fans.

"Since everyone agrees, Veneto will serve as the flagship of the fleet supporting Charlotte this time."

"Huh? How did this get to me! I hate taking care of brats the most." Veneto's face turned angry as he recalled the sad days when Charlotte treated him like a peer when he was a brat.

"Veneto, Charlotte is in your care for now." Regardless of Veneto's reluctance, Helena still tossed the badge representing the flagship's identity to her. As the lord of the Crystal Palace of Naval Base 233, Helena didn't need to consider the feelings of these ship girls when giving them orders.

“…Alright.” Knowing this as well, Veneto reluctantly accepted the order, stood up and, standing at 1.3 meters tall, loudly commanded the ship girls who had just been scrambling for positions: “What are you all standing there for? Do you want me to fill your lower parts with exploding bullets before you move? You should know that the young master you’ve been longing for could be in danger at any moment.”

Amidst the chaos, the fleet supporting the young master of Naval Base No. 233 was successfully assembled.

"What shameless words!" Warspite hated Veneto's profanity. "No, I have to tell Lady Helena that we can't let the young master be corrupted by Veneto."

“…When did Vivi become so American?” Richelieu was surprised by Veneto’s performance and blinked as he spoke.

"Hey, French girl (chicken), do you have a problem with my great America? Watch out, my eldest sister might chop you up with an axe!" Nevada, who had somehow recovered from her grayed-out state, said while playing with her revolver.

With a "clang," Washington's battle axe was embedded into the Nevada's rigging. Washington, slowly and deliberately putting on his white gloves, spoke:

"I'm sorry to have made you laugh, little princess of France, but if I ever hear anyone say anything bad about America again, I'll make her pay the price for freedom of speech."

Do you really think that just because your gloves are white, you have nothing to do with the Mafia? Everyone knows you're one of the two major criminal gang leaders in the naval base, known as the "Cherry Blossom Axe" Washington!

After comparing the thickness of the ceremonial saber in her hand with the battle axe in Washington's hand, Richelieu decided to refrain from expressing her opinion. Richelieu, who was a saintly figure who stood up for justice, was the first generation of European ship girls. I have no interest in being that kind of ship girl.

"You bunch of bastards, it's easy for you to talk while you're all tearing each other apart! I'll have you executed by firing squad!" Seeing the conversation over there, Veneto, who had already put on a pair of black gloves, immediately decided to sacrifice a few of these clueless bastards as a sacrifice.

"Run! Vivi's angry!" The quick-thinking German ship girls were the first to rush out of the conference room.

"I don't want to get hit by that drug-fueled cannon at such close range!" A ship girl with a cute and innocent personality saw Veneto's raised cannon and immediately crouched down to protect herself, hoping to reduce her exposed area.

"Quick, get the milk, supply ship! Quick, get the milk!" This is suicidal... A secondary gun blasts a French battleship.

"boom……"

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Admiral Adon's name is Tidu, but it was written as Tidu in a few chapters before. I'm too lazy to change it.

The reason these chapters were a bit padded a few days ago is that when I was writing them, it happened to be the time when Holy Sword Day became a couch potato, and I was feeling really down, so I needed some padding to salvage the situation. Well, just think of it that way. Besides, even though I was padding, I still updated quite frequently, posting four chapters in two days and three chapters in two days to squeeze out all the padding.

And another thing! Don't you guys think water represents a state of being?!

A little spoiler: a new special ship girl will appear in a few chapters... well, a... well, a seagoing ship (weak).

The QQ group number is 385123536, and the group name is Admiral Wang Gelang. Those who want to see spoilers for the mini-dramas or share their favorite plot points are welcome to join. Of course, you can also comment directly in the book review section.

☆, Chapter Sixty-Nine: Why is it already past midnight again?

"A shabby naval base." Rodney offered a very honest opinion about Naval Base 666, where Adun was located.

"As far as the natural environment is concerned, this island is quite nice," Nelson stated her opinion of the garrison in words that were hard to decipher as praise or criticism.

"But there isn't even a decent port." Looking at the island, which exudes a strong natural atmosphere and where a few man-made structures are vaguely visible, the Prince of Wales added.

“We still have a sortie channel.” Ayton said, trying to save face for her admiral, even though she also felt that the facilities at the current temporary naval base No. 666 were indeed not very comprehensive.

“The strike canal is the strike canal, and the port is the port. Without a port, my glorious form cannot dock.” The Prince of Wales looked at the island’s coastline, trying to find a suitable place to anchor so he could get his young master ashore first.

“If you don’t mind the draft, that’s a good spot.” Ardon pointed to the beach where he had found Wo-chan and almost turned it into a photon turret base.

“In my glorious form, I naturally don’t mind the water depth. Hmm, that spot seems alright. You haven’t laid any near-shore mines, have you?” Following Adun’s guidance, the Prince of Wales looked at the area with an expression that suggested he could only make do.

"What is that?" Adun paused for a moment before realizing what the near-hero-class battleship girl was asking, and spread her hands, saying, "There is no such thing, and my admiral doesn't seem to be planning to lay that thing out either."

To be precise, it's not that we didn't plan to lay it, but rather that we completely forgot there was such a thing that could be used.

"..." Seeing Adun's genuine expression, the Prince of Wales sighed and said, "It's truly remarkable that such a naval base has managed to hold out until now under the siege of the Deep Sea Princess."

"Thank you for the compliment." Of course, with the Deep Sea Princess taking care of our admiral, we are naturally not afraid of those Deep Seas, especially since I even managed to win over their commander-in-chief. Adun responded to the Prince of Wales's words with a warm smile.

"Which ear of yours heard me praising you? Never mind, I guess I said too much." The Prince of Wales, somewhat embarrassed by Adun's attitude, glanced at wo-chan standing next to Adun, let out a sigh, and decided not to comment.

When the Prince of Wales maneuvered his Glory ship close to the beach, he found that someone was already waiting there.

All I could see was Admiral Adon's initial ship, Kogan, who was roasting something by a fire.

"Yo-ho! Here! Here! Here!!" Apparently having received the admiral's orders, Kogan waved and shouted happily upon seeing the black warship...

If it weren't for the fact that ship girls are all superhumans with MAX visual and auditory abilities, one would only think that this elementary school student ship girl is cosplaying Robinson Crusoe, who was stranded on a desert island and saw a rescue ship, especially with the campfire next to her, which is extremely fitting.

"Who...is she?" Prince of Wales asked Adton, looking completely bewildered, as he did not recognize the other person.

"You should know my admiral's initial ship, the destroyer Courage." Adun didn't say she knew her because there are many ship girls in this world named Courage, and there are also many ship girls named Prince of Wales.

"That's the eldest sister's initial ship, the destroyer girl who wanted to become an admiral but got a zero on her exam and was publicly reprimanded by the whole school, right?" Upon hearing Adun's introduction, Charlotte took out a pair of binoculars and looked at it.

"It's only been a few months since I last saw her, but she looks so much bigger. Do ship girls get tanned too?"

"I think it was just from the smoke." Right now, Kokang looks like the admiral has sprayed his face with black ash.

"What is she doing? Is it a beacon tower?" Charlotte looked at the still-burning fire beside Kogan, then glanced around and noticed that there wasn't even a lighthouse on this shabby and dilapidated garrison. Using her knowledge, she asked Kogan what she was doing.

“I think…” Yaton squinted and carefully examined the campfire next to Kokang and the several wooden skewers standing next to it, and said in a startling way, “She’s just having a beach barbecue.”

The Prince of Wales spat out a mouthful of whiskey.

With a "clang" and a "duang," two BIG7-class battleship girls slipped and fell onto the deck of the Prince of Glory ship armor.

"Rodney, you're stepping on me!" "Oops, sorry."

"Reputation, give me a hand, I think I've twisted my back." After struggling to get up with Reputation's help, Charlotte could only come to one conclusion after thinking for a long time: "As expected of the big sister's ship girl, her style is unique."

Looking at the campfire beside Kokang, Charlotte couldn't help but recall the days when she and the big sister would break the school rules one by one back in school.

For example, there's the glorious history of stealing oil and steel cartridges from the ammunition depot during an exercise, almost blowing up half the academy.

Charlotte knew Kogan, and Kogan naturally knew Charlotte. When he saw Charlotte being carried by Shengwang as she jumped off the black warship, Kogan immediately shouted, "Xiaxia, you're here too! Long time no see!"

"...So you have this name too." Adun and her two Abyssal ship girls looked at Charlotte, who had just cosplayed as a winner in life.

“My name is Charlotte, not Xiaxia! And not Xiaxia either! Please call me by my name!” Charlotte, feeling uneasy under the gaze of the group of people on the Adun ship, immediately retorted.

Unfortunately, his rebuttal immediately became meaningless.

"Xia? Xia, you're here? Come help me move my things!!" A familiar, energetic voice came from the woods by the beach.

"Hey, I'm here, Big Sister, I've come to visit you!" As if receiving some kind of order, Charlotte immediately rolled smoothly into the woods, leaving her ship girls standing there bewildered in the wind.

"At least there's some good news." Adun looked at the disheveled group of ship girls, thought for a moment about how to comfort them, and then spoke.

"What do you mean?" Rodney asked weakly, feeling that the image of the young master he held in his heart was collapsing.

"At least the admiral is in a good mood now. If she were in a bad mood, she would probably call your young master 'little brat' or something like that," Adun said earnestly and seriously.

There was a crash, like the sound of glass shattering on the floor.

“Your Highness, although the wine glasses are not valuable, please take good care of them,” said the Reputation Man who had once again changed a glass of wine for the Prince of Wales.

“Reputation…” the Prince of Wales stiffly turned his head to the head maid and said.

"Your Highness, I am here."

"I felt like the world was completely dark."

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It should actually be seventy chapters, but I just noticed I have two chapters of chapter thirteen.

Chapter 70: The Admiral Who Takes Care of Charlotte Back Then

"What is this?" Adun pointed to the six-legged amphibian that the admiral had carried over with Charlotte's help.

“A six-legged crocodile from the deep sea, Adun, haven’t you ever eaten one? It’s a very rare ingredient in the inland sea.” The female admiral named Tidu clapped her hands and took a breath as she spoke.

"Admiral, Admiral, Sister Adun is the first generation of ship girls!" Guogan pulled the six-legged abyssal crocodiles, which the admiral had to carry with all his strength, to the fire with one in each hand, and began to remind them as he took out a knife to cook them.

"Oh right, I forgot about that." The admiral looked like he had just realized something, and slapped his palms as he said, "Anyway, it just needs to be a kind of food that tastes pretty good. And because of the living environment, it is rich in various heavy metals, so you ship girls can eat it too."

"...Did I ask the wrong question?" Adon didn't know why he had asked the admiral why he wanted to catch crocodiles, but this was the answer he got.

"Don't worry, when have I ever lied to you? This stuff may be a bit tough, but it's delicious grilled." The admiral, turning around and dragging a few more six-legged crocodiles out of the woods, continued:

"Because these animals are the kind that migrate regularly between deep-sea and non-deep-sea areas, they are very rare in the inland sea. I dived into the canteen at least four or five times, but I still couldn't get a fresh one."

In other words, these six-legged crocodiles only exist in the border areas between human territory and the deep sea. However, crocodiles that can migrate are truly rare, as that is not the tradition of herbivores. Adun glanced at the six-legged crocodile's mouth full of sharp teeth and did not think that this crocodile with a faint deep-sea aura was herbivorous at all.

"You catch these things just to eat them?" After hearing the admiral repeatedly mention that the meat of this kind of crocodile tastes good, and recalling the campfire in Kokang, Yaton asked with a slightly dry mouth.

"Of course, we can't waste such excellent ingredients. If I hadn't scouted the terrain for Kokang before, I really wouldn't have known that there was such a thing at the garrison." As the admiral spoke, he turned a six-legged crocodile over and plunged his knife into the crocodile's soft belly.

"..." Adun suddenly didn't know how to talk to the admiral whose thought process was quite different from that of normal people.

"Oh right, I was only planning to get a couple for a treat, after all, we need to make sure we're sustainable." The admiral, who didn't care that half of his body was covered in black blood from cleaning the crocodiles, continued, "But since Xia was coming, I just got a few more to entertain everyone. Xia, don't just stand there, help out!"

You only just found out Charlotte was coming, didn't you? Looking at the admiral who had already entered "cook mode," Adun knew it was best not to interrupt him.

Fortunately, Renown noticed that his young master was so tired that his eyes were rolling back, and he quickly stepped forward to help Charlotte neatly arrange the deep-sea six-legged crocodiles on the beach.

"Young Master, it's a wild deep-sea six-legged crocodile." Incidentally, the head maid also carefully examined the crocodile, which was in a coma and about to be dismembered, and came to a conclusion.

"Of course, would I admit it? Long time no see, Renown. Why don't you help deal with Kokang too?" the admiral said confidently.