Girls und War

"How's that word? Peach Blossom Tribulation?" Doragon held his chin and looked up at the sky.

Xia Shu didn't even bother to pay attention to her, and Dragon had been having a brain attack for a long time.

In Xia Shu's heart, Doragon, Smiley, and Sheng - they are all the same kind of people.

At this moment, a "vomit" sound suddenly came from the back of the cabin.

Jia held a vomit bag and started vomiting.

She was seasick.

Such an intense speedboat sprint gives people a very strong sensory stimulation.

The other girls cast sympathetic glances at Jia.

At the same time, there were several girls who couldn't bear it anymore.

"They're fast, but a little too fierce." Doragon looked at the female soldiers under his command and couldn't help shaking his head. "But they still need training."

"Speedboats are like this. They don't have much to do with people." Xia Shu also began, "Actually, I really want to ride a submarine again."

"A submarine! That's great! I haven't ridden one yet!" Doragon immediately showed an expression of envy and jealousy.

The speedboat raced across the sea for more than half an hour, from the coast all the way to the depths of the bay, causing several girls to vomit along the way.

Everyone's face looked worse and worse, as if they had been riding a roller coaster for dozens of minutes straight.

Just when they were about to collapse, the ship finally slowed down.

Looking up, I saw a huge fleet of aircraft carriers in front of me.

The huge warships were scattered in the middle of the ocean, each several miles apart.

The "Holy Kirin" aircraft carrier is located in the center of the fleet, quietly anchored.

Their ships quickly entered the fleet group and sent out a flag signal.

The Holy Qilin over there immediately sounded its whistle in response.

The girls' spirits immediately lifted.

The ship was getting closer and closer to the aircraft carrier, its speed was slowing down, and then it made a small circle and approached the aircraft carrier's stern from its side.

As the ship finally stopped, the carrier's big butt appeared in front of the girls like a huge steel wall.

There was an officer on the Holy Qilin who was waiting to meet them. Following the officer's instructions, they immediately climbed up a ladder at the back and into the semi-open hold at the rear.

After all the girls climbed up, Qingxian counted the number of people again.

After confirming that everyone was present, Doragon saluted the officer and followed her into the interior of the aircraft carrier.

The officer first took them to a small room and said to them, "Please put your weapons here and we will keep them for you."

Hearing this, all the girls remained silent and turned their gaze towards Doragon.

Doragon seemed a little surprised.

She asked the officer, "Are guns not allowed on board?"

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Doragon asked the question on behalf of the other girls in the squadron, and the naval officer didn't seem too surprised.

She had seen many other young soldiers who didn't understand the rules, so she smiled gently and explained to them, "According to warship regulations, all soldiers are not allowed to carry weapons while on board. This is to prevent unexpected situations. Since you have brought them, we will have to keep them for you."

Doragon thought for a moment and then asked, "What if there's danger?"

"There is generally no danger on a warship, and guns would not be used in dangerous situations." The officer's tone was very gentle.

Xia Shu thought about it and realized that it was the same reason why she never wore a bulletproof vest or helmet.

Doragon nodded, seeming to understand the significance of this rule.

Then he gave the order to the girls in the squadron, "Everyone, lower your guns to your shoulders."

Then, under the officer's instructions, they put their guns on the table in the room.

After the girls left the room, the officer locked the door and took the key with him.

"I'll bring you here again when I leave," she said to Doragon.

Doragon nodded immediately.

Seeing that they were very cooperative, the officer's mood also improved.

She led the way and said, "If you can reason with us like this, it will make our work much easier. It's much better than those stubborn combat troops."

Doragon asked curiously from behind, "Is there anyone else unwilling to put down their guns?"

"Yes, I remember there was a girl who came to visit us before. She refused to hand over her gun no matter what she was told. She said the gun was her life, everything to her," the officer recalled. "She was a logistics girl."

"Is there such a person?" Doragon asked curiously.

"Yes, but I still admire him. It's rare for a logistics worker to have such awareness."

"So how was it resolved? Did they let her get off the boat?"

"That won't do. If I don't complete this kind of reception mission well, the captain will scold me. I can only persuade her. I had to persuade her to hand over the gun."

"Is she asking you to say something nice for her when she comes to visit?"

"Isn't it? I feel depressed just talking about it." The officer said with a thoughtful expression, "I still remember her name, I think it was... Sheng or something..."

Xia Shu, Jia, Zhan Ren, and Shuibian in the crowd all lowered their heads silently, pretending not to hear.

As they were talking, everyone had already come from the tail area of ​​the aircraft carrier to the central hangar.

A large number of fighter jets of various types are parked in the hangar, receiving maintenance by the technicians.

The girls exclaimed in surprise and ran to the side of the plane to explore it.

The naval officer introduced the functions of various types of aircraft and answered the girls' questions.

Natsuki pointed to the coolest-looking heavy fighter and asked, "Is this our best plane?"

"Yes, the Type 99 Wing Loong fighter. It has supersonic cruise, a super-high lift-to-drag ratio, excellent stealth, and is fully informationized. It's our best aircraft currently," the officer explained to Xia Shu in great detail. "Including this one, we only have five Wing Loong-99s in total in our Flower District."

Xia Shu nodded and asked, "How much does it cost?"

The officer held up a finger.

"Ten million?"

"One hundred million."

Doragon took a deep breath and said, "It's worth two hundred messenger birds."

"That's incomparable," the officer said, shaking his head and laughing. "We also have to consider production capacity. We can produce many sniper rifles a year. For a top-tier fighter jet, we can only produce one a year, which is considered fast."

Doragon nodded and asked, "What is the annual production capacity index of our war zone?"

The officer shook his head and replied, "Who would know about such confidential matters? I estimate it's over 200 billion kilowatts."

Qingxian said from the back, "That was last year's production capacity. This year there's a big oil field war, so it has to double."

"Isn't that the best in the world?" Doragon asked, tilting his head.

"No, the world's number one this year is definitely the sea area. They are fighting on three fronts." The officer said again.

"But the method of obtaining production capacity is really primitive." Qingxian sighed again and said, "The efficiency of boiling water is still too low."

Several girls nodded in agreement.

Xia Shu felt helpless.

As someone who grew up in a water-boiling civilization, I feel really sorry.

The girls in the squadron were running around in the hangar, touching things here and there, and the naval officers did not stop them.

Anyway, those who do maintenance and cleaning are just tools, so as long as nothing is damaged, there is no loss for them.

"Commander, what is this thing for? Is it for anti-theft?" Ai Aike asked, pointing to the iron chain used to fix a fighter jet.

The officer laughed and said, "Who would steal planes from an aircraft carrier? They're used to secure the planes to prevent them from sliding around in the hangar when the sea conditions are bad."

"Oh, come to think of it, planes don't need to be locked? Don't they have keys?" she asked again.

"No need. Starting the plane is complicated enough, and unlocking it is even easier." The officer replied with a smile.

At this time, the girl in front of the pterosaur also called out to the naval officer.

"Hey, sir. Can we go inside the plane and take a look?" The girls pointed to the cockpit of the plane.

"That won't work." The officer shook his head.

Seeing the girls' disappointed expressions, she quickly added, "But I can unfold it and let you see it."

As she spoke, she pointed to the toolman standing next to the plane and said, "Do a routine data check on No. 01."

The tool man grunted and quickly called a few other tool men to start the pterosaur's generator.

The girls saw the tool workers performing very tedious preparation work on the aircraft, including circuit inspection, missile compartment inspection, mailbox inspection, engine inspection, etc.

During the entire inspection, there are tool people standing by to record the data with pen and paper.

Later, a pilot tool entered the cockpit and adjusted the wingspan and engine nozzle according to the unclear commands of a command tool.

When the preparations were almost done, another tool man stood at the tail of the engine and signaled the girl standing behind to step back.

Then the engine roared, and red fireworks quickly left a brilliant trail of light behind it.

"Wow——" the girls immediately exclaimed in surprise.

Looking at the extremely excited girls, the officer also smiled.

For her, as long as the female soldiers she received were happy, her mission was accomplished.

As for the hard work of the tools, who cares?

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The fighter jet constantly swings its various controllable devices, like a fashion model showing various poses on the stage.

Natsuki looked at the missile bay unfolded below her and asked the naval officer, "What is the bomb load of this plane?"

"The main ammunition bay adopts a duplex loading structure and can carry eight medium- and long-range air-to-air missiles. There is a close-range combat missile on each side of the side ammunition bay. A total of ten missiles." The other party explained.

Xia Shu nodded. This amount of ammunition could be said to be very abundant, and there would definitely be enough after one attack.

She also asked questions about the range and attack distance, and unsurprisingly, the data were much higher than what Xia Shu knew about the fighter planes.

Xia Shu was not surprised by this.

After the overall improvement of scientific and technological levels, even if the existing technology is restored at the same industrial level, the results will definitely be far inferior.

Because the improvement in technological level is comprehensive, it is neither cyberpunk nor alien heritage.

It's like forging ancient weapons with modern technology. While the process remains the same, professionals use a scientific and systematic approach to recreate the casting process, ensuring that every sword crafted is as sharp as a Tongziqie Angang or a Ganjiang Moye.

Although the imaginary battlefield is limited by the level of technology, the technical teams and scientific research support institutions in it are actually super-generation humans.