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

"Damn, you guy..." Fang Xiang decided not to bother with someone.

Accompanied by someone's chuckle, Fang Xiang left the scene with a counterattack.

Watching the girls below finish their training, Lorraine also stood up and threw down the drinks she had bought in advance.

"Commander, let's practice for a while~" Burgundy trotted to the sidelines.

"Of course, I have nothing to do these two days." Lorraine leaned on the railing, "I'll accompany you all."

"Hehe, that's good." Burgundy also laughed.

"Be careful, don't get hurt." Lorraine couldn't help but remind Burgundy as he watched him return to the field.

"I know~"

Chapter 218 Construction Spring Cloud

Of course, everyone has to be present at today's construction.

Since it was a destroyer, the construction was scheduled to be carried out in Dock No. 16.

But it's just a matter of walking two more stops.

"I'm really looking forward to a new companion." Venice was in high spirits. She stood on a high place with Richtofen next to her.

"Newcomer, just don't be too useless." Richtofen leaned on the railing.

Lorraine arrived at the construction room as required, next to Burgundy and the Republic.

Despite having built it twice, Burgundy was still not at ease.

This time the division of labor between the two was similar, with the Republic monitoring Lorraine's vital signs and Burgundy responsible for cutting off the connection in the event of an accident.

"The new ship equipment is ready and everything is normal." The Republic nodded and reported.

"OK, let's get started~" Lorraine placed his hand in the center of the screen in front of him with ease.

As the countdown slowly reached zero, Lorraine closed his eyes.

"What will greet me this time?"

Time: unknown

Location: Unknown

Mission: Unknown

A new 5000-ton destroyer made its debut in the Pacific. Its terrifying array of anti-aircraft guns alone intimidated the enemy. This stranger, seeing the enemy fighters carelessly swooping down, casually deployed her five twin 100mm dual-purpose anti-aircraft and anti-tank guns, shredding the enemy mid-air.

She swept across the sea at high speed, leaving behind beautiful waves, and headed towards the enemy aircraft carrier formation.

The enemy ship's angry counterattack was easily turned away by her, and then she crushed the enemy ship to the bottom of the sea with torpedoes or main guns.

In the end, the enemy hurriedly fled the battlefield, leaving behind two severely damaged cruisers and an aircraft carrier.

This was undoubtedly a great victory. Those White Eagle killers who flaunted their might in the Pacific Ocean were easily suppressed by the number one navy in Asia—the Sakura Empire Navy..."

The main island of Sakura Empire made great fuss about this mission and touted the little guy as a savior.

But the fleet commander was determined not to agree.

He pulled the reporter from the bustling command room to the terrace where the cold wind blew.

"Damn it! Where did they get this inland battle report? This victory was purely a fluke and doesn't represent the success of the new class of destroyers!"

The commander explained the situation to the young reporter - since the Combined Fleet lacked air superiority, it tried to use this 5000-ton little guy to fill the lack of air defense capabilities.

However, after witnessing the White Eagles' insane aircraft carrier formations and beyond-visual-range strikes, the commander clearly realized that these little guys would be of no avail even if they filled the fleet.

"But now the Navy General Staff has decided to build 14 of these little guys?" The commander slapped the railing angrily.

"What can they do? With insufficient mobility and slow reaction times, they can only rely on the fleet. However, their outdated air defense system means these little guys' air defense capabilities are only on paper!"

But what can be done? Without the fleet, the little guy has no stage to perform.

However, the White Eagle has been continuously attacking the Solomon Islands through island-hopping tactics. If it retreats again and again at this time, the main fleet - the battleships - will be useless, and the little guy will be useless.

Who would care about this little guy's air defense? Moreover, the internal situation of the Sakura Empire Combined Fleet itself is quite worrying, and even the commander's own orders are not being well executed.

Now you are already feeling complacent just because you thwarted a small temptation... The commander gritted his teeth.

(Chongqing curse)!

He touted this little guy as the hope of turning the war around, but when they suffered defeat and retreat, he became the scapegoat.

The commander pounded the railing again.

"From Qiuyue to Beifeng to the current new ships, not a single decision made by these idiots is right..."

Once the battleships of the Combined Fleet are sunk by the enemy's air force, these little guys will have no choice but to be abandoned.

"This is a joke on the entire Combined Fleet, don't you see?" the commander shouted. "They are still using unrealistic ideas to fill their imperial dreams!"

Even though the reporter was a good friend of the commander, he could only smile bitterly at this moment.

He still remembered that several women's bodies were thrown into the sea two days ago.

Even in a place that claims absolute loyalty, such scum has appeared... The reporter initially decided without hesitation to criticize the atrocities of the so-called traitors, but when he thought of the grim smiles of those officers and soldiers...

He hesitated.

A tentative fleet encounter, the commander meant it as a "real-combat test" to let the White Eagles have a good look at the firepower of our new ships.

In the commander's view, this was just to slap the face of the decision made by the headquarters.

When this little guy approached four enemy destroyers at a speed of 33 knots under the cover of night, the enemy opened fire in advance with the help of its excellent radar.

Fortunately, the enemy's first round only had near misses.

But by the time the little girl entered her combat distance, the enemy had already slowed down.

And her 100mm gun, with its outdated fire control system, could only achieve very meager results...

However, the firepower of the enemy's four destroyers was slightly weaker, and the White Eagles were not good at night combat, so at this time the two sides were evenly matched.

However, as the enemy's heavy rain of bullets became more and more accurate, and the little guy's counterattack was still ineffective, she became confused.

Flares continued to rise into the air, but her artillery fire still failed to cause any effective damage.

"Bang!" A shell landed on her body, creating a hole.

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The command on the radio was in chaos.

"Their firepower has weakened, charge!"

"Get some distance and use lightning, you idiot."

"Then, where is my support?" The little guy was confused in the dark.

"Where's the support?"

boom!

She was hit by the main gun again, but fortunately the repair team was still able to provide support.

Soon, a second shell hit, and her deck was set on fire.

She drifted in the hail of bullets from the four destroyers, and all six torpedoes were fired into the air.

The "Satafalong's Counterattack" created by Jiang Feng was not replicated by her...

She can never be replicated.

Soon, the channel became quiet and the commander's voice came.

"Pull the smoke and retreat back to the harbor."

But the port she returned to was not a frontline port.

"Once repairs are complete and you can sail normally, return to Yokosuka on your own initiative."

She knew what it meant—disassembly.

Then it’s remade.

She didn't argue, just nodded, bowed, and walked towards an empty dock.

She sat down against the wall, hiding herself in the shadows.

Another failed combat...

She couldn't remember how many times this was a practical test.

I heard that the Type A destroyer, who is at the same level as me, already has a name: Shimakaze.

That guy was a member of the First Torpedo Warfare Team in his first battle. His first battle, surrounded by so many stars, ended in a disastrous retreat...

The little guy wanted to laugh, but he had no right to sneer at his seniors.

Because I don’t even have a name.

After this disassembly, who knows what the name of the plan will be changed to when it is reborn next time.

Outside the dock, dawn rises.

She saw a tiny petal in the wide-open door of the dock.

Pink, like the clouds.

She loves it.

It always reminds her of spring clouds.

That was something she liked very much too.

So she walked over slowly...

"Snap!" A foot stepped on it.

A guy with rabbit ears raised his foot nonchalantly.

The little guy knew that this was an unintentional act by the other party.

The guy with rabbit ears stood in the sun, surrounded by stars, and left talking and laughing.

The pink petals were covered in dust and broken.

The little guy felt like something was broken in him.

A moment of anger and hatred? Perhaps it was burning.

But is it necessary? It seems unnecessary.

Anyway, I am just like that petal, incomplete and never presentable...

It can only be broken, constantly facing the short-lived, withering, and death.

She returned to the dark corner and curled up.

The fox ears on top of its head also drooped.

But then footsteps were heard.

The little guy raised his head slightly, with a look of vigilance in his eyes.

It was a person I had never seen before, with long black hair... seemed to be a reporter?

She didn't know, but she didn't care.

What can that guy do?

The reporter looked around, as if looking for something.

The little guy lowered his head and continued to curl up.

then……

The reporter trotted towards her.

The little guy was woken up by the slap.

"Hello." The reporter smiled, albeit a little sickly.

"Found you." said the reporter.

"You...look like you need help."