The Naval Base of the Unnamed Ship Girls

When the former Pacific Governor died in the line of duty, he had already lost a portion of his strength, and the Enterprise had to pay a heavy price to barely maintain its balance.

As a result of the rebellion of the Indian Ocean Governor, this balance had become so fragile that it could collapse at any moment.

After hanging up the red phone, the Enterprise also tried to contact several Guardians in the Indian Ocean theater... but things always seem to go wrong.

After thinking for at least ten minutes, Enterprise picked up another black phone and said, "Contact Bismarck, the Pursuers, and Vesta. Whatever they're doing, get them to my office within ten minutes."

Before the black phone could react, or in fact, there was no need to wait for a reaction, the business number hung up and resumed pacing back and forth.

Less than five minutes later, Bismarck arrived at the Enterprise's office with her sister, who was also a burden.

"Why is Tirpitz here too?" Enterprise asked Bismarck, looking at Tirpitz with some curiosity.

She remembered that since Bismarck returned, he had stripped Tirpitz of all his meaningless public positions, leaving him only as a librarian, so that this reclusive man could stay at home.

“She said she had a nightmare last night,” Bismarck said, her expression slightly stiff.

Seeing Enterprise's suspicious look, North Carolina, who was still wearing a hamster cloak, walked to the sofa, plopped down, and pulled out some chips and cola, saying, "Can't a ship girl even have nightmares?"

"Did you dream that you were blown up by the tall cabinet again?" Enterprise asked.

“It’s even more terrifying than that…” After so much time has passed, North Carolina, who no longer reacts with the same rage as before when other ship girls mention Tallhouse, says, “It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call it the end of the world.”

"The end of the world?" the Enterprise asked curiously, feeling terrible because of the Indian Ocean governor's rebellion.

"Yes, in the dream, even the sun went out, and we could only stay on the earth, which was getting colder every day, endlessly repeating the nightmare of life and death." Bei Zhai seemed to still have lingering fears about that nightmare.

"..." Enterprise opened its mouth, looking like it wanted to say something but didn't know what to say, yet hesitated.

When Enterprise finally realized that the ship in front of it was a shut-in who was having this kind of dream because he played too many games, he was about to give it a good rant.

With a splint in his arm, a cane in his other hand, and several bandages wrapped around his forehead, the pursuer struggled into the Enterprise's office and then gave the Enterprise a difficult salute.

"You hit her again?" Enterprise asked Bismarck, looking at the pursuer's miserable state.

“Two to three times a day on average, I’ll pay for the repairs,” Bismarck said, exhaling through his nostrils without even glancing at his pursuers.

"Aren't you afraid of sending her back to the ancient Hime realm?" Enterprise asked.

“This has happened more than once before,” Bismarck replied calmly.

"Why didn't I sense it?" Enterprise wondered. The Pursuer hadn't gone out recently either. If she was changing back and forth, there was no reason why Enterprise wouldn't sense it.

“This was a request from Lord Void Seeker, and it was completed in a specially designated enclosed space,” Bismarck said.

Upon hearing Bismarck's words, the pursuer trembled slightly as if recalling some incredibly painful memory.

Unfortunately, this world's second-largest spy, who betrayed her comrades countless times back in the days of Kantai Collection, doesn't have any ship rights here.

Every time Bismarck beat her, he would use a high-temperature soldering pen to brand a horizontal or vertical line on the pursuer's inner thigh. Five strikes would create a tally mark. If the pursuer were stripped naked now, the tally mark would be almost up to her ankle and chest.

This is after she's been beaten to death several times and undergone a complete metamorphosis...

If it weren't for the fact that the pursuer was being beaten up all day long while also having to oversee the intelligence department in the Pacific theater, Bismarck would have definitely etched a tally mark on his opponent's face first.

Even the female hearth goddess, who arrived right on time and still maintained her ancient identity as a princess, acted as if avoiding a plague god when she entered the office. She circled the pursuers halfway before saluting the Enterprise.

Once all the ships had arrived, Bismarck asked why the Enterprise had summoned them.

"How are your SS training results?" Enterprise asked.

"Less than one-tenth of them are usable. If possible, I suggest a deep-sea expedition to sink half to two-thirds of them. The rest will be usable." Bismarck's military strategy seems to be very similar to that of General Yue Yi in the East Asia Theater.

"I'm not asking about that level, how is it in normal combat?" Enterprise knew what level Bismarck meant by "usable," so she simply dropped the subject.

“That’s easy to say. They were hero-level before my sister spoiled them. As long as we let them recall the time of iron and blood, they can regain their former power. But even so, they’ll just be grunts.” As Bismarck spoke, North Carolina, who was sitting on the sofa eating potato chips, glared at her sister.

"That's fine then. Go back and get everything in order, prepare for battle. I'll have the logistics department prepare a month's worth of supplies for you," Enterprise said.

“A month’s worth of combat supplies isn’t enough for a deep-sea expedition,” Bismarck said.

"It's not going to the deep sea, it's going to the East Asian theater." Enterprise's words made the expressions of the first-generation ship girls in the room freeze.

"What happened?" Bismarck wondered what could possibly require the Enterprise to dispatch a fleet of 10,000 hero-class ship girls to support the East Asian theater.

Even if we disregard the attributes of these ship girls because they lack the support of an admiral, their combat strength is roughly equivalent to that of a naval base guarded by an admiral.

"The Governor-General of the Indian Ocean... is leading his forces to attack the Himalayan defenses behind the border and needs fleet support," the Enterprise reported.

“Betrayal?” Bismarck asked immediately.

"It's not certain yet, but the chances are high. There are already signs of deep-sea conversion in the enemy's fleet," Enterprise sighed.

Upon hearing Enterprise's words, Bismarck immediately turned her gaze to the pursuer. Having been beaten by Bismarck countless times, the pursuer shrank back and weakly said, "I...I don't know what happened."

"You don't know?" Bismarck clenched his fists, his attitude suggesting that if he confessed, he would get a beating, and if he resisted, he would be killed.

"It has nothing to do with her; there are outside forces involved. The USS Vitrant in the Indian Ocean theater has lost contact." The Enterprise's words saved the pursuers.

"So, Enterprise, did you summon me here to deal with the deep sea here?" Vesta asked.

“I hope it’s quiet in the deep sea right now,” Enterprise said.

“In that case, I would need an Abyssal Fleet… The quietest way to keep the Abyssal Ship Girls quiet is to let them fight amongst themselves,” said Vestal.

"Is the homeport fleet of that ship that almost became the Northern Princess enough?" Enterprise asked.

“More than enough…” Vesta immediately knew which home port Enterprise was referring to.

"Take it easy. That ship is now the adjutant to Governor Adun. I won't take the blame if it suffers a big loss," Enterprise warned.

"Don't worry, if needed, I'll have my friends come over from the Drake Passage," the goddess of the hearth said, indicating that she also had subordinates in Africa.

"If you dare do that, I'll turn you back right now." Enterprise rejected the proposal outright.

"..." The goddess of the hearth looked conflicted, wanting the horse to run fast but not feeding it grass.

"The Intermediate Princess will offer you some assistance, but not much." Enterprise believed that given the situation in the East Asian theater, the Intermediate Princess, based on the moon, would inevitably lend a hand.

“Alright then, I’ll do my best.” The goddess of the hearth nodded. 32

Chapter 1273 Those Bosses Are Unprofessional

The suggestion given by Yue Yi, the Minister of the Naval Armaments Department of the East Asian Theater Command, according to the tone set by Governor Ying Zheng, should be called the Minister of Works or the Grand Minister of Works. The suggestion was similar to the operational advice given by the interstellar warships led by Adun to Governor Ying Zheng.

That means if a soldier's individual combat capability is suppressed due to a technological gap, then replace it with something bigger...

For this reason, Hyperion specifically recommended her Thor-type combat land-based mech, and assured her with absolute certainty:

"Even with your weapon systems installed, we still can't effectively attack the enemy. So, how about we try a simpler method of combat, like stomping..."

"...Step on?" Governor Ying Zheng looked at Hyperion with a very strange expression, as if waiting for the other party to say that he was just joking.

“I’m not kidding. Do you know why aircraft carriers are so insignificant in interstellar warfare? Because with the maturity of shield systems, small aircraft don’t even have the firepower to harass others,” Hyperion said.

"Can I interpret your words as meaning that warships in the interstellar era would be equipped with rams on their bows in order to make ramming an optional combat method?" Governor Ying Zheng asked curiously after hearing Hyperion's analogy.

“Benefactor, you have achieved enlightenment…” Before Hyperion could finish her antics, Adun grabbed her by the neck and threw her against the wall.

However, Governor Ying Zheng, who had hoped to get some reliable advice from Adon, heard Adon say:

"Hyperion's suggestion is indeed a feasible one."

However, to Governor Ying Zheng's bewildered expression, Ya Dun offered several similar, but more effective, methods.

For example, they could use their size advantage to charge into the enemy formation and pick up those tin can ship girls and throw them out.

If large military units are not enough, ordinary ship girls can use some simpler and more direct melee weapons.

More advanced long-range weapons cannot be mass-produced because of the limited industrial foundation of the ship girl civilization itself. Even if they can be manufactured under the guidance of interstellar warships like Adun, they cannot be mass-produced.

Weapons that cannot be mass-produced are of no use in changing the course of the war.

Therefore, Adun suggested that they could use interstellar-era materials as a fallback option to create melee weapons that could inflict considerable damage on enemy armor.

“Judging from the footage, the other side chose to use melee weapons, which clearly indicates that they had some research into this aspect.” Adon pointed to the chainsaws in the hands of the blue tin can traitors who used toilet seats as battle flags.

"Indeed, the enemy's melee weapons posed a great threat to us, perhaps even the greatest. Relying on their armor to charge into the defensive line, they tore my soldiers apart with their chainsaw swords."

Despite a persistent sense of disbelief lingering in his mind, Governor Ying Zheng seriously considered Yaton's suggestion.

If the governor knew that in the Protoss army where Adun was stationed, using psionic blades to kill people was a compulsory subject from top to bottom, he wouldn't be so conflicted.

When it comes to killing people on interstellar battlefields, the Protoss are definitely professionals.

"I'm wondering, is it a step backward in history to ride mechanical vehicles as warhorses, wield swords forged from interstellar materials, and fight enemies in close combat?" Governor Ying Zheng sighed.

"History is written by the victors." Clearly, the original Akagi had accepted Adun's proposal, since some of the original ship girls really enjoyed using melee weapons to fight the enemy hand-to-hand.

Some even dislike using weapons and have modified their own arm armor to create a ship-like structure, performing feats of overtaking ships with a single punch.

Therefore, in this respect, this first-generation aircraft carrier was much more receptive than Governor Ying Zheng.

"But the question is, can we really find materials that can tear apart this kind of armor and also be mass-produced?" Governor Ying Zheng asked a key question.

You should know that wearing armor made from the armor plates of this Reaper warship is incredibly sturdy.

“…Okay.” Ardon paused for a moment before replying.

"Why are you hesitating, Lord Adon?" Governor Ying Zheng sensed the hidden meaning in Adon's reaction.

Instead of immediately answering Governor Ying Zheng's question, Adun shifted his gaze to the original Chicheng and asked, "Have you brought the spoils of the Skybreaker and the Hammer of Orgrimmar?"

"...I brought them over, but many of those items only have historical value." Hearing Adun directly characterize those items as spoils of war from the two ghost ships, Akagi's heart skipped a beat.

"Bring it here," Adun said to the first generation of ship girls who still wanted to salvage the ancient property of Area 11.

Governor Ying Zheng, unaware of what kind of trouble Yaton was up to, didn't ask any questions. He simply watched as Akagi's subordinates carried a pile of tattered garbage onto the table used for the meeting.

Seeing the pile of junk on his ship's equipment, South Dakota's lips twitched.

Compared to South Dakota, Dalaran, who considered herself the undisputed leader of ship girls in Azeroth, pulled out the two ghost ships that had been residing inside her body, pointed at the trash, and asked in a tone of utter disappointment:

"This is what you call spoils of war? When did you start considering these gray, rough items as spoils of war? Even if you can't get orange gear, at least get some purple gear, right? You can always get some purple gear, can't you? What do you mean by gray gear?"

"Um... before they were destroyed, these things were all purple, um, they were definitely purple, right?" Skybreaker replied, glancing uncertainly at the Orgrimmar Hammer beside him.

"Yes, it's purple, but it's a pity it became like this after it was broken. And we searched for ages but didn't find any other loot," Orgrimmar Hammer said with a very dissatisfied tone.

Before the war even started, they didn't even leave any purple gear as spoils for the victors. Those inhabitants of Takamagahara are incredibly stingy, and they call themselves gods? Anyway, the Hammer of Orgrimmar has never seen such a miserly god.

"..." Dalaran, somewhat at a loss for words, awkwardly changed the subject, "By the way, Orgrimmar's Hammer, where is your body?"

"It exploded..." Orgrimmar's Hammer replied calmly.

"If Hammer hadn't self-destructed, we wouldn't have made it back," the Skybreaker added.