As a commander, I will never meet a heavy female ship girl

"How could I know? When I met her, she had fainted in the snowstorm."

Guangrong sighed, "Have you tried giving her some fuel?"

"Uh... when I met her, the fuel I had left was only enough for me to travel 400 nautical miles in the outside environment..." Columbus said.

If she had used up half of her fuel, she wouldn't have gotten this far.

Guangrong glanced at her and said, "That's right. With your Mediterranean hull, it would be difficult to sail across the Atlantic."

"Forget it, forget it. I know the conditions are tough, and I don't blame you."

Soon, a snow house appeared in the sight of the three people.

"Why isn't there a snowstorm here?"

"How should I know?" Guangrong sighed. She had a premonition that Columbus was about to begin.

"Then, how did you get here? And, you're from the Northern Alliance ship, so you should be familiar with these things. Have you ever tried to get out?"

"Shut up." Sure enough, this guy hasn't changed.

"You didn't know?" Guangrong was a little surprised.

"Know what?" Columbus asked in confusion.

"Kremlin, Vermont, and the Great Elector all seem to know something about the port's collapse... and you, the Sardinian flagship, don't know?"

Columbus felt a little aggrieved. "What do you mean I am the Sardinian flagship? Hasn't the Sardinian flagship in our port always been Venice?"

"Okay." Guangrong held his forehead.

"Come in." She pushed open the door of the igloo.

"Put her in the hot spring in the room on the left."

Columbus did so immediately.

Soon, she came out of the room.

Guangrong handed her a glass of warm water.

"Ah... I'm alive." Columbus sat down without any image.

"I feel like you probably brought this in on your own."

Guangrong also sat next to her with a glass of water.

"What do you mean by asking for trouble? This is a great adventure, do you understand?" Columbus said disdainfully.

"Okay, okay." Guangrong rubbed his eyebrows with a headache.

"Have you been alone here all the time?" Columbus touched the sofa under him. Although it felt like ice, it was actually warm as if it was burning.

She wondered if it was a kind of glass fragment she had never seen before.

"Don't look at me." Guangrong saw Columbus casting a curious gaze at him and quickly refused.

"I don't know what this thing is either." She changed the subject. "As for the person you mentioned...I have indeed been here alone all this time."

"Have you ever thought about going out?" Columbus asked.

Guangrong shook his head. "It's too difficult. I can't determine the direction at all."

"Then you have supplies here..."

"And there's another question." Guangrong interrupted Columbus.

"what is the problem?"

"You'll know in a minute."

"Hey?"

Faced with Guangrong who had stopped talking, Columbus didn't know how to speak again, so he could only hold the water cup in his hands and stare blankly.

"Wow, I miss coffee, pizza, the Mediterranean breeze, and the opera in Naples."

“…and everyone…”

I don’t know how long I let my thoughts wander, but the door was suddenly opened gloriously.

A gray-haired girl in a Northern Union Navy coat stood outside the door.

Columbus could see the metal collar around her neck.

"You're here?" Guangrong was a little surprised.

"I thought it was someone else's radar signal, but it turned out to be you."

"You're just going to leave me standing outside, right?" Petropavlovsk glared at Guangrong fiercely.

"Okay, okay." Guangrong smiled and let the person in.

"That's another reason I mentioned. When I met you, I became even more certain of my thoughts." Guangrong looked at Columbus. "There must be other companions in the blizzard."

"I see." Columbus put down his glass of water.

Pietro looked up at Columbus, then looked inside the room.

"Besides those two, I've detected at least six more signals." Pietro stretched, "Although I can't be sure if they're all from the harbor."

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"We have to go and take a look." Guangrong nodded in understanding and handed Pietro a glass of water.

"It seems this blizzard won't stop. I don't know what's happening in Stalingrad and Moscow."

Pietro looked towards the door, although it was already closed.

"Don't worry, those two guys are very powerful." Guangrong leaned against the back of the chair next to him.

"I have some supplies here, though I don't know where they came from. Once Z42 recovers, we'll set off together." She looked at Columbus, "What about you?"

"I..." Columbus paused and thought for a moment, "I'm with you. I'm very curious about this ice field."

"Ha, you bastard." Pietro said helplessly, "Curiosity kills the cat, you know."

Columbus curled his lips. "If all apes were afraid of fire, we'd be climbing trees by now."

"I'd rather climb a tree," Pietro said unhappily. "In that case, this damn war, and this damn current situation..."

"Forget it." Guangrong patted Pietro's shoulder.

"I'm fine, just complaining a bit."

Pietro sighed anyway.

Although she didn't like it, she had to admit that the time she spent in the harbor was indeed one of the few happy days for her.

"I'll go check on Z42, you guys chat." Columbus keenly realized that the two Northern Alliance ships would take a long time to start, so he quickly escaped.

"This guy." Guangrong smiled and shook his head, "Sometimes he's unexpectedly sharp."

"It would be better if there was less chatterbox." Pietro crossed his arms.

"But from now on, everything seems to be getting better, right?" Guangrong poured another glass of warm water.

Outside the igloo, it was still snowing heavily.

But fortunately, there is finally a place like the snow house where tired travelers can rest for a while.

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New Year's Day Special: A Half-Day of Leisure

After attending the banquet in the port area, Lorraine sneaked out alone.

He walked on the street, the cold wind whistling past, sobering up his brain which had been slightly drunk.

"I really don't like parties..." He muttered and kicked a stone on the roadside.

Not only is the year-end banquet a hassle, but I also have to go to headquarters for a physical tomorrow. Then there's the commendation ceremony in two days, and after that, I have to give a speech...

It's all things I don't like.

"Commander!" someone called him from afar.

He is the only one in Hong Kong who calls him "Sir".

"I knew you would run around." Republic trotted to catch up with Lorraine.

"Aren't you going to the banquet? It's a rare break." Lorraine smiled.

"There's no rest..." The Republic sighed helplessly, "After discovering you'd escaped, many commanders came to us secretary ships to try to get close to us..."

"It's been hard work." Lorraine could only say this, and then held Republic's hand.

"Hmph, the commander just needs to throw the mess to us, but we, the secretary ship, have so much to consider." The Republic complained, "I still envy Sister Burgundy. Everyone knows she's hard to talk to, so no one comes to her..."

The Republic babbled and held each other.

The two of them walked slowly towards the dormitory, chatting casually.

That's how they both are.

Although he felt somewhat resentful about his superior's behavior of sneaking away from the banquet, he couldn't help but feel a little excited about being alone at this moment.

Today she wore a red and blue off-shoulder dress. Although it was still a very conservative outfit, it still showed off the girl's perfect figure.

The high heels on her feet made a clear and crisp "ti, ta" sound, which always reminded Lorraine of the school tram or the old-fashioned tram clock.

The girl is still cautious, even after getting married. Even when holding her lover's hand, she will look at the face of the person next to her from time to time, and then smile gently.

The piano music suddenly sounded, and Lorraine was still confused. Republic took out her terminal,

"Hey? It's Wisconsin." Republic answered the phone.

"Why does she always call you at times like this..." Lorraine muttered.

He had already heard Wisconsin complaining to the Republic about being "a hands-off boss again."

Mr. Luo looked around and saw that people usually rushed to the dormitory building in the middle of the night, or simply slept in the office.

I have never really taken a good look at this street that I often walk on.

Perhaps because it is New Year's Eve, the main road in this port area is still flashing neon lights.

What a good way to say farewell to the old and welcome the new.

Although the Lunar New Year has not yet arrived, this New Year's Eve is still worth remembering.

Akashi and Shiranui are running the shop, a mask shop in Venice, and now it's being run by a girl.

Soon, Lorraine's sight finally stopped at a sunken bar called "leo-25time".

He gestured to Republic, and after the latter nodded after a moment's hesitation, he walked into the bar.

Maybe it was because he had been a good student for too long, but after drinking a little wine at the banquet today, Lorraine suddenly became interested.

He walked into the bar with a very elegant name.

However, the scene inside made him feel that the contrast was a bit... too great.

Anyway, first of all, it has nothing to do with the topic, and secondly, it has nothing to do with Qing Bar at all.

It was agreed that the port area would be full of bars... There were some old kerosene lamps, glowing dimly; the warm atmosphere with the smell of alcohol made Lorraine feel a little short of breath for a moment.

Most of the people inside are people working in the port area, but most of them are sailors.

The cheap speakers were playing some internet celebrity music that came from nowhere, and the noisy sound enveloped Lorraine.

In short, it also gave Luo a place to escape, where he didn't have to care about daily affairs, didn't have to think about those boring social engagements, and didn't have to think about issues like sirens and embers.

He stepped on the old wooden floor, which creaked.

Cheap whiskey or vodka got the sailors drunk.

Anyway, he didn't take Commander Lorraine seriously at all, even though he was the commander of Hong Kong.

Some people even spat on the ground in disdain.

Lorraine instinctively felt that there was no place for him here.

Although according to the custom in Donghuang, everyone had to stand up and salute him.

But unfortunately, things like commanders are ultimately somewhat filtered and detached from the masses.

Moreover, these drunk guys had no idea what was going on. To them, who knew whether these senior officers would die in the line of duty tomorrow?