Today's tutelary fort remains peaceful.

Now some people say it's his wedding ship?!

Bastard! You and I have a grudge against each other for stealing my wife!

Looking at Xue Cheng, whose smile was filled with a hint of apology, Han Bo was going crazy, and Liu Yun, who had been exposed to Xue Cheng before, was also going crazy.

In the past, I only knew that this guy was an out-and-out European sturgeon. Although Liu Yun was envious and jealous, he still had a desire to surpass him deep in his heart, but how could he surpass him now?

Putting aside whether this guy has any rare ship girls hidden, just from the achievement of unlocking the Deep Sea Atlas, he has already left himself far behind.

While I'm still tightening my belt to build battleships, others have already started building deep-sea flagships. How can I fight them?

Tired, destroy it.

For a moment, Liu Yun felt terrified.

Han Bo, who hadn't experienced a beating, still had a glimmer of hope in his heart. He looked at the deep-sea heavy cruiser and asked tentatively, "Um, have you deep-sea ship girls started seeking cooperation with humans?"

"Don't even think about it. You have no chance." The deep-sea cruiser saw through his thoughts. The girl crossed her arms, her small chin slightly raised. Although she was much shorter than Han Bo, her aura was not inferior at all. She sneered, "You don't think we will cooperate with humans so easily, do you?"

Han Bo persisted: "Then what are your conditions? As the saying goes, things change over time. Maybe I still have many shortcomings now, but I believe that one day in the future, I will be able to become an independent admiral!"

Han Bo did not give up easily. He held his head high and chest out, full of fighting spirit. His bright eyes revealed a fiery emotion. He was still young and had plenty of time to build his own naval base.

As long as he hasn't reached retirement age, nothing can be concluded.

The deep-sea light mother smiled, tapped her chin with her finger, and winked at Han Bo playfully. "Conditions? That's simple. Although I can't make decisions on behalf of others, finding a partner is all about strength and background. If you can have 500 shipgirls, thousands of pieces of equipment, and millions in resources, I'm sure other masters will be willing to work with you."

"Ah?" Han Bo was dumbfounded. He looked at the Deep Sea Light Mother with suspicion, feeling that she was playing tricks on him, because the conditions she proposed could probably only be met by the Governor.

As for Xue Cheng?

Although I don't know the specific situation of his naval base, now that he has captured the model worker of the deep sea, he can definitely use his ability to command the deep sea to form a fleet, so naturally he doesn't need to go through this process.

Deep Sea Light Mother flicked her short hair, put away her smile, and said seriously, "Don't think I'm joking with you. The premise of cooperation is that both parties are equal in strength. If you don't have sufficient foundation, why would those adults cooperate with you?"

Han Bo was still a little unconvinced and wanted to refute, but at this moment, Ella suddenly pushed the door open and walked in. She held her glasses on her nose, looked around, and said seriously, "A deep-sea monster has been spotted ahead, and the vanguard has begun exchanging fire!"

There was an uproar in the cabin. Some people looked excited, while others were full of worry. Everyone shut up at the same time and watched Ella walk to the podium in this temporary meeting room and turn on the projection equipment.

Xue Cheng's expression suddenly became solemn. He stared at the emerging light curtain, his fists clenched tightly, not even noticing his nails digging deep into his flesh.

Because the one serving as the vanguard was none other than his ship girl.

……

The sky was dark, the rain was pouring down, and bright lightning flashed across the sky from time to time. It was still daytime, but visibility was greatly reduced due to the interference of the rain and dark clouds. The strong winds raised waves several meters high, and countless black sea beasts covered with strange patterns could be vaguely seen looming in the waves.

"A deep-sea beast tide?" Missouri, standing at the front of a group of dozens, squinted his eyes, wiped the rain from his face, and watched a whale-like sea beast leap out of the sea, roaring at him, and surrounded by all sorts of monsters. He muttered to himself, "How fitting."

Everywhere you look, there are strange-looking monsters. Some of them look like whales, but where the fins should be on their sides are gun barrels and torpedo tubes. In their mouths full of sharp teeth, the part where the tongue should be is replaced by the large-caliber main gun barrel.

Some looked like steel sea dragons, with equipment distribution similar to that of giant whales. When they swam, a dull roar like a dragon's roar rolled in their throats.

Some of them looked like oversized mantis shrimps, covered with black scales that shone with a metallic luster. There was a crack on their backs, and black carrier-based aircraft shaped like insects and flying fish soared into the sky along the smooth part of their backs. They were a black mass and pressed over like a swarm of locusts.

Others are giant octopuses, with torpedo tubes at the ends of their thick tentacles. As the tentacles swing, white lines cut through the waves and rush towards them.

Behind Missouri, the aircraft carriers led by Taiho, Akagi and Shinano released fighter jets. Various types of pocket-sized planes rushed into the sky and fought with those strange-shaped deep-sea carrier-based aircraft, competing for air supremacy.

Iowa stood beside Missouri and whispered, "There are at least five hundred of them. They pose a much greater threat than the deep-sea ship girls who strictly adhere to a six-person formation."

"Boom!" A dull roar sounded, and a blazing fireball exploded among the group of deep-sea monsters. A big fish that looked like a deep-sea destroyer hissed and was hit by a cannonball. Its broken body was engulfed by flames and thick smoke. It struggled hard, but still inevitably sank slowly into the sea.

Iowa turned around in shock. Hindenburg, with a fanatical look and a ferocious smile on his face, unfolded his ship equipment and rushed over on the waves. Smoke was coming out of the main gun behind him.

"They're just some scum!" Hindenburg smiled wildly after successfully striking the target. "No matter how many of these rubbish there are, they're just a mob! Watch me!"

There was another deafening bang, and the steel sea dragon that was rushing in the front was hit by a bullet and was blown away by the huge impact force. It knocked over several of its kind before it barely stopped. However, this steel sea dragon with most of its scales broken did not sink to the bottom of the sea, but let out a huge roar and rushed forward again.

Hindenburg's smile froze. She glared at the deep-sea monster angrily and was about to deliver a fatal blow when an anti-ship missile with a long flame tail hit its head accurately.

Watching the steel sea dragon struggling and sinking into the sea, Hindenburg turned around angrily and looked at Jean Bart who was sailing towards him, and asked angrily: "What are you doing?"

"Help me." Jean Bart blinked innocently. "You're not planning to take out all the deep-sea monsters by yourself, are you?"

"You..." Hindenburg was about to condemn the other party's behavior of "stealing monsters" when Missouri tugged at her clothes and said unhappily, "Stupid, now is not the time to quarrel!"

Richelieu, who followed closely, also held Jean Bart's head and said, "If you have the energy to argue, then sink a few more deep-sea monsters."

"I understand, sister." Jean Bart shrank his head.

"Air supremacy is ensured!" At this moment, Akagi's voice came from behind.

Missouri looked up and saw that the dark carrier-based aircraft that originally occupied half of the sky had become much thinner, and the remaining ones were being chased by their own carrier-based aircraft. The bombers of Lexington, Saratoga, Enterprise, and Hornet had already taken off and were heading towards the deep-sea monster.

Missouri patted Hindenburg on the shoulder and said excitedly, "Fool, what are you waiting for? Fight! Are you going to let the aircraft carrier take all the credit?"

Hindenburg came to his senses and quickly maneuvered the main gun, firing at a large fish.

"Destroyers and light cruisers, pay attention to anti-submarine operations!" Helena's voice rang out among the troops: "Those octopuses can dive, everyone be careful!"

"Watch me!" With a speed of 45 knots, the fantasy little princess in a competitive swimsuit easily dodged the bombardment of the big fish on the opposite side and dropped depth charges according to the feedback from the radar.

"Boom!" As the little princess sailed away from the area, a dull explosion sounded from the bottom of the sea, and a large number of bubbles accompanied by a dark color spread in the sea water.

"Frying fish and other things are my favorite!" Omaha, who had short golden hair and was wearing a coat, also cheered and dropped depth charges.

"Fried fish? That's boring." With an object disguised as a pipe in his mouth, but actually a container of spinach candy, Rafi crossed his arms, his face looking a little bored.

The girl has short orange hair, with the hair on top of her head sticking up like cat ears. Judging from her appearance alone, Rafi has a great connection with Bismarck and Nelson. Maybe she is the result of the two getting drunk one night.

She raised her head and looked at a carrier-based plane diving towards her, trying to drop bombs. The roar of anti-aircraft machine guns rang out, and a dense barrage of bullets shot down the carrier-based plane.

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Raffi turned around, gnashing her teeth slightly as a candy popped out of her pipe and landed precisely in her mouth.

"Boom!" The crashed carrier-based aircraft turned into a ball of fire. Laffey didn't even turn his head, not caring at all about the victory he had just achieved. With a strange-tasting spinach candy in his mouth, he sighed: "How can frying fish be more fun than air defense? I really don't understand..."

In a temporary meeting room on a warship in the rear, a dozen admirals were staring at the scene projected on the screen in amazement.

Hundreds of huge monsters gathered together, forming a massive wave that charged forward like an overwhelming tidal wave. Even through the screen, it was still shocking, and some admirals who had not been trained in the army were so frightened that their faces turned pale.

Liu Yun and Han Bo are among these people. They have only studied at the Naval Academy. In addition to naval battles, their studies also focus on the equipment matching and formation selection of ship girls. Where have they ever seen such a scene?

The other one was a latecomer who only learned the courses at the Naval Academy carelessly. If the position had not been vacant, he would not have become an official admiral so quickly.

Through the screen, you can see that a team of dozens of ship girls are intercepting the direction of these deep-sea monsters.

Dozens versus hundreds, a nearly tenfold disparity in numbers. Which idiot devised this battle plan? It was clearly a plan to send them to their deaths!

Although they were not ship girls under his command, most of those who could become admirals had honest and upright personalities. Seeing this scene, many people's eyes were red.

However, before they could protest to Ella, as the battle on the screen began, they were surprised to find that the ones who were at a disadvantage were the huge number of deep-sea monsters.

"How, how is this possible?!" As the air battle began, pitch-black carrier-based aircraft like locusts were shot down like dumplings. An admiral screamed in disbelief, pointing at the screen and shouting in disbelief: "What are the anti-aircraft values ​​of those carrier-based aircraft?"

"Is that what you're concerned about?" an admiral said disdainfully. "Compared to the carrier-based aircraft, didn't you notice the anti-ship missiles just now? That girl with light pink hair is a missile battleship!"

"It's Jean Bart." A brilliant admiral recognized the girl based on her ship's armor. He pushed his glasses up and was about to say something when he froze, his mouth hanging open. He pointed at the screen and stammered, "She, the Missouri next to her is also a missile battleship! I should have noticed it earlier!"

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211. Battlefields of All Parties

Missile battleships are a new type of ship that has appeared in recent years. Their prototypes are probably those battleships that have undergone modernization modifications in the past or have had modernization modification plans. Missouri and Jean Bart are among them.

However, since these two ship girls are so rare, there are less than ten of them in the entire world, and the level required for transformation is relatively high, so the total number is even smaller.

In addition to their rarity, missile battleships are also very powerful.

As long as the terrifying opening missile hits the target, there is a high probability that it will severely damage the enemy's main battleship or even sink it directly. It can also exert first-class firepower in artillery battles and night battles. Compared with traditional battleships, missile battleships can be called a dimensionality reduction attack.

What era are we still using traditional artillery? Two guided-missile fighters, one guided-missile cruiser, and three guided-missile destroyers. As long as the enemy doesn't have a large anti-destroyer cruiser, aircraft carrier, or submarine, a round of devastating opening missiles will seriously injure the enemy, even if they are not killed.

This is a statement often made by the emerging missile cult in recent years. Although it disgusts some traditional admirals, they have to admit its correctness.

But... where could anyone possibly assemble this lineup? Forget about missile battleships, there's only one missile cruiser in the latest version of the Shipgirls' Guide, and no one has ever seen one.

As for missile destroyers, there are some, but due to the lack of high-firepower missiles, they are often unable to fully exert their due power and can only pose a threat to some frigates with weak armor and durability.

I just heard that recently in the country, a Missouri ship girl was transformed into a missile battleship. She was praised to the sky by the media and attended various programs and activities all day long. Although many admirals looked disdainful on the surface, they were secretly envious. I didn't expect that someone among them was making a fortune in silence.

Whose families are Missouri and Jean Bart on the screen?

Following the words of the academic admiral, there was an uproar in the temporary meeting room, and many people were speculating about the ownership of the two missile battleships.

However, before they could come to a conclusion, more than a dozen missiles with long tail flames flew out again and slammed into the camp of the deep-sea monster.

"..." Looking at the monster struggling in the flames and smoke, there was a dead silence in the temporary meeting room.

"Guam, Alaska, Kiat, Chicago, Charles Adams..." The academic admiral looked at the figures flashing across the screen one by one. The fingers that were pushing up his glasses froze, the corners of his mouth twitched wildly, and he looked like his world view had collapsed.

"See? I told you the missile brigade would be useful!" After a moment's silence, an admiral laughed and said, "The future belongs to missiles!"

"You're right, but a missile fleet is an extremely expensive one." An admiral jokingly said, "Can you find any shipgirls in your family who can carry missiles?"

There were also traditional admirals who sneered disdainfully: "Take a closer look."

"Boom!" The roar of the battleship girl's main gun was transmitted to the conference room through the drone shooting on the scene. The girl with long golden hair, wearing a military uniform and holding a cavalry saber, smashed the steel sea dragon, whose body was emitting a faint colorful light and was obviously larger than its peers, into pieces with one blow.

A girl wearing tight clothes, large alloy armor covering her legs, and a high-tech headband on her head was hit by a large-caliber main gun shell and fell into thick smoke and flames.

Just when everyone was sweating for her, a figure wearing a protective shield rushed out from the smoke. The girl bit her lips lightly, her stern face not wavering at all.

The next second, the main gun roared, sending the big whale that was targeting the deep-sea battleship to the bottom of the sea.

The long hair soaked with rain was blown by the strong wind. Iowa fired two consecutive shells, directly sinking a mantis shrimp.

The girl, whose ship's equipment was black and red, was unable to dodge and was hit in the face by a cannonball. When the smoke and flames subsided, although the girl's clothes were intact, the ship's equipment on her back was partially paralyzed, and many parts of it were emitting black smoke. It was obvious that it was in a state of being damaged.

However, the injury did not seem to have much effect on her, but instead aroused her ferocity.

She wiped the black dust off her face with the back of her hand, and a crazy and ferocious smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. The intact main gun moved, aimed at a large whale that was firing at her, and spewed out blazing tongues of fire.

The medium-damaged state did not affect the girl's firepower. The big whale, whose strength was equivalent to that of a deep-sea battleship, was directly overturned on the sea surface by this shot. The barrel of the gun was bent, the body was broken, and it was dying. It slowly sank to the bottom of the sea along with the waves.

The girl who successfully took revenge did not feel any pleasure after the revenge. She growled and suddenly pounced on a big fish. She rushed close to the fish despite the shells exploding in her body one after another, grabbed the barrel of the gun on the side of the big fish, and swung her fist to smash the fish's head hard.