Me, Godzilla, you want me to be a ship girl admiral?

Chapter 62 The war on land never stops
After Godzilla woke up, he couldn't fall asleep.

Normally, a behemoth of his level could only sleep for dozens or hundreds of years and that would be considered a nap, but Godzilla had a feeling.

It's time to begin.

A voice seemed to be calling Godzilla, like an old mother waking up her sleeping child, or like a young child waking up his lazy father. Godzilla couldn't fall asleep.

"It's time to get to work, that's what it means."

Godzilla began to stand up and walked out of the cave.

The cave that had been built by the yellow chickens was full of steel structures, but when Godzilla stepped on the ground, the specially hardened steel floor sank, leaving a shallow footprint.

The yellow chickens frowned as they watched, and gathered together to begin redesigning the materials to cope with the damage caused by Godzilla's weight.

Godzilla walked out of the Admiral's Mansion. In order to allow Godzilla to leave better, the planned route of the Admiral's Mansion had silently made way for Godzilla, allowing Godzilla to walk into the ocean unhindered.

The ship girls in the admiral's mansion immediately stopped what they were doing and began to gather.

"Are we going to fight again?"

"Be prepared. No matter what kind of enemy we are, we should fight for our commander."

Godzilla didn't know where he should go, but he had a sense of it.

He swam a very long distance, so far that he left the Marshall Islands and arrived at New Ireland Island.

"Which direction is the commander swimming?"

"South by west."

"South. Solomon Islands?" Saratoga remembered something.

"No, that's not right. It's not in the direction of the Solomon Islands. It's more like the dividing line between Asia and Oceania."

Don't get me wrong, it's not the Irish island in Europe. If it were that Irish island, given the current size of the earth, Godzilla would probably have to swim for a while to get there.

This is a small island in the Southeast Asian archipelago. Don't be fooled by the name. Although there is a New Britain Island next to it, this is just a small island. Even if the earth expands hundreds of times, its size will not be as big as the British Island.

But if we talk about the nearest famous place from here, it is the Solomon Islands.

That place name that is familiar to fans of Kancolle.

But Godzilla was still heading towards New Ireland, which was not peaceful at the moment.

New Ireland and New Britain each have several commanders, and at this moment they are engaged in fierce fighting towards each other's islands.

"Fire!!!"

On the sea, several fleets are recreating classic naval battles from World War II.

But on the shore, the light of artillery fire could still be seen. Tanks and various armored vehicles were driving off the transport ships and attacking the bunkers on the shore.

On the shore, there were more soldiers holding various types of guns. The strange thing was that these soldiers, both men and women, had similar faces. Their fair and tender faces made them look more like the girl next door or a younger brother than a soldier.

But if you look closely at the wreckage on the ground, you can clearly see the mechanical structures inside their bodies.

It would be more accurate to describe their identity as [tactical humanoid] or [android].

Bullets flew back and forth between the trenches, and boys and girls in various combat gear showed no mercy in their eyes as they engaged in a fierce exchange of fire. Like the shipgirls, they were all mass-produced weapons of war.

To conquer an island, they rely on more than just ships. They have to completely occupy the land to be considered to have completely occupied an area. Without a large number of soldiers, it is naturally impossible to rule a piece of land.

Unless all you want is the land, not the resources on the land.

Missiles can destroy buildings and eliminate enemies, but they cannot produce resources or build facilities.

Occasionally, a missile would fly across the sky, but the next second it would be shot down by an anti-aircraft missile launched from another island. The confrontation between spear and shield continued, but both sides were using missiles.

Among these tactical figures, there are many familiar figures.

The tactical girls armed with UMP45 advanced quickly in the trenches in teams of five. The short-range submachine gun was very suitable for assault missions in such a narrow terrain. They quickly rushed into a bunker, kicked open the door, and fired a burst of fire inside.

When the shooting ended, several tactical humanoid bodies were lying inside.

But a closer look at the damaged areas revealed that these tactical figures were not military figures, but civilian figures.

The gap between military and civilian use is probably equivalent to the difference between tanks and trucks. Although it has certain military capabilities, its performance is definitely inferior to that of pure military use.

"Sir, Fort 03 has been captured."

"Well done, Team 45-09."

An elderly voice, sounding to be around seventy or eighty years old, came from the other end of the communication channel.

The 'Marshal' of New Ireland, Melus, is an experienced commander.

Because his white beard could not hide his sharp eyes, and his old age could not affect his agile thinking. The holographic battlefield sand table in front of him showed that the army of New Ireland Island was taking over the coastline of New Britain Island with an overwhelming force.

"The enemy has begun using civilian T-dolls, which means they're running low on manpower. We have seven bunkers left. Bunker 7 is closest to you. Go and assist in the battle. Once we capture that beachhead, we'll gain control of the sea and air. This area of ​​the sea will be ours."

"Yes."

The girls checked their equipment, replaced magazines, and after making sure they were ready, they rushed to the trenches again and began a new round of assault.

But their offensive was soon stopped by the enemy. At the end of the trench, a mechanical dog with a machine gun on its back appeared in their sight. Before they could raise their guns and shoot, a round of machine gun fire arrived.

Of the five girls armed with UMP45, only the last one hid in the corner, and the other four were all shot into sieves by machine guns.

It is said to be military equipment, but even a thinly armored tank cannot withstand large-caliber machine guns.

When the strafing ended, the last girl threw a flash bomb with her backhand. The flash bomb exploded in the air, briefly blurring the image of the robot dog's camera. The next second, the robot dog's head was shot and exploded.

Glancing at the remains of her former squadmates, UMP45 continued forward without hesitation.

But before she had run for long, an explosion suddenly occurred next to her, and the aftermath blew her away.

Lying on the ground, half of her face was exposed to the machinery. She tried to stand up again, but found that she could not move.

Eventually, her eyes lost their luster.

Such things happen every moment on the battlefield. Even when using mass-produced tactical dolls, the cruelty of war is still clearly visible.

(End of this chapter)