Shut up! I'm not a destroyer!

"Really? If we have the mist of the Kanmusu, the superhuman body, and the brain, how can we fight?"

Veneto patted the railing of the ship's side, imitated the Führer he saw on TV, and sighed.

"Admiral, it shouldn't be the case for all deep seas."

While commanding his bomber squadron to drop bombs, Guanghui persuaded Veneto.

"I feel like all the people I've encountered during this period are like this..."

Veneto shook his head.

"You see, only in this deep sea can we bypass the blockade at the front and sneak attack the passenger ship in the rear."

Guanghui folded his arms, turned around and leaned against the railing. His long golden hair was blown by the sea breeze and danced in the air.

"it's beautiful."

A certain admiral wiped the tears from the corners of his mouth.

For now, only the glory brings the most extreme beauty to Veneto.

The other ship girls I met always had their own personalities, some were lively and some were quirky, but Guanghui was the only one who was consistent inside and out.

She has long hair and a slender figure, the right size and curves, and her appearance is a perfect fusion of Chinese and Western styles.

To put it bluntly, no matter where she is in the world, the locals will not reject her.

It seems that there is no outstanding style, but every point is the most suitable.

"I am Glory, Admiral."

Guanghui simply agreed with Veneto's praise.

She raised her hand and touched her admiral's now soft hair, and a genuine smile appeared on the corner of her mouth that she hadn't seen for a long time.

It seemed that he had discovered a strange habit. Since he met Guanghui, Veneto's head has often been stroked by Guanghui.

So much so that on this return voyage, all the motion sickness was outsourced to Guanghui, and Vittorio and Reputation no longer served as motion sickness medicine.

But it seems that the glory is something that you never get tired of touching.

"I've dealt with it here, Admiral. The two ship girls are now fighting the boss of this deep sea."

Guanghui stopped and said to Veneto.

"Okay, then keep a close eye on the situation."

Veneto struggled to free his head from the hands of the Glory.

Now she seems to have started to adapt to riding in public transportation. Dizziness only occurs once in a while, and every time it occurs, she just asks someone to touch her head.

Vittorio guessed that Veneto no longer felt dizzy because his soul and body were not well-matched, but after living like this for a period of time, the degree of compatibility gradually improved.

No one can verify this speculation, and Veneto doesn't know either, so we can only take it as it is. It's a good thing anyway.

"boom!"

On the other side, after waiting for a while, a roar completely different from the sound of falling shells was heard.

It was obviously Vittorio who fired the shot.

"I want to hone my level. Maybe I can go to the front line with you guys in the future?"

Veneto stretched out his hands and looked at his now white and pink claws.

It is hard to imagine that these slender little hands can lift very heavy objects and kill an adult with one punch.

That's it, and she's still a low-level ship girl.

Veneto was glad that his control over his current strength was much stronger than his control over the ship's equipment.

"Then I can give you special training, Admiral."

Guanghui's eyes fixed on Veneto's face.

"Ok?"

The latter felt the burning gaze, raised his head in confusion and said: "I didn't know you had this hobby, Glory. We are not of the same ship type."

Veneto thought about it, then hugged his arms in fear: "You are an aircraft carrier, what do you want to do to my battleship?!"

"...You're really quick, I want to teach you how to do it!"

The smile on Guanghui's mouth became exaggerated and turned into a ?.

"Pah, that's too fake."

Veneto raised his hands, grabbed Guanghui's face, and changed the ? into a V.

"I'm not Missouri, so it's normal for me to act fake. I'm just a print model..."

Glory took Veneto's claws away and grunted.

NO.218 The Poor Shipgirl

"Thank you! Thank you!"

A cute ship girl held Veneto's hand and shook it up and down while making a sound of gratitude.

"You're welcome."

Veneto shook his hands passively, his expression helpless.

This has been shaking for more than twenty seconds.

Theoretically, it's enough to just shake it a few times for the sake of showing off, but this girl is so excited.

So much so that Veneto didn't even have the desire to ask the girl what kind of ship she was on.

"Um, I'm Constellation, thank you, and this is Hood."

The blonde girl nearby, who had not taken any overly intimate actions, reacted after passively accepting her companion's shaking of her savior for more than 20 seconds. The two of them had not yet introduced themselves.

"Hood and constellations are an interesting combination."

Veneto raised an eyebrow. It was rare to see these two ship girls team up.

And they are two absolute rookies. Such rookies are as rare as their group.

In theory, a ship girl should be trained before she dares to come out to take on escort missions.

"We met during an escort mission. We thought each other was nice, so we formed a team to take on simple escort missions."

Hood still didn't let go. He pushed up his rose-red round-frame glasses with one hand and explained to Veneto.

But what Veneto thought in her heart was that she didn't want any explanation at all.

"Are there only two of you in your team?"

Veneto felt that he was enlightened.

"Yes. But we will recruit more people in the future, for sure."

Hood nodded steadily.

Veneto thought about Hood's basic personality and found that the one in front of him was still different.

More outrageous and bigger.

"Be more careful next time. Remember to contact reinforcements in situations like this."

Veneto tried to pull his hand back, but to no avail.

"We know. But who could have known that such a deep-sea team would suddenly appear on the rear route."

Only then did Hood loosen his grip on Veneto's hand.

"Okay, we're just passing through and taking a boat. If something goes wrong with the boat, we'll be troubled too."

Veneto wanted to express that they were just doing it for the sake of convenience and there was no need to thank them too much.

Now, apart from its own ship girls, Veneto has no energy to deal with other ship girls outside.

Especially for this kind of novice wild ship girl, when bringing her back to the naval base, not only do she have to be taught from scratch, but she also has to correct some wrong perceptions and habits.

She was busy enough just graduating early, and also had to deal with the crisis of deep-sea changes, so she had no energy to take care of a rookie ship girl.

Besides, if these rookies stay away from her and hide in the rear, their safety can be guaranteed if a war breaks out.

It would be better for Veneto to be surrounded by her own high-level ship girls.

"But you saved my life. I want to send a banner to your garrison. May I ask, Admiral, which garrison is yours?"

Hood pulled a small notebook out of his pocket, his face serious.

"Forget about that. Besides, even if my ship girl doesn't take action, you won't lose your lives, right?"

Veneto waved his hands quickly.

She hasn't graduated yet, so what title should she apply for now?

Is it the Admiral Academy? Or Sasebo?

Although they are all her delivery addresses.

And looking at the situation just now, with the rookie level of the two escort ship girls, at most one of them can be defeated and win.

"Yes, our team is on the verge of bankruptcy... If this escort fails again, both of us will have nothing to eat... Xingxing... she hasn't recovered from the injuries she suffered in the last battle with the Deep Sea."

Hood took off his glasses and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand holding the notebook.

"The wound is not healed? What do you mean? It's not in the canal?"

Veneto twitched his ears and looked up at the constellations.

The latter just turned his head away.

Obviously another tsundere.

But now that we have it, we can understand what Hood said earlier.

Because the Constellation's injuries have not healed, if the battle continues, it may return to the embrace of the sea.

"We don't have money to go into the canal, so we can only wait for her to recover... She was injured because she was trying to block a bullet for me."

Hood put his glasses back on, but his eyes were still red under the lenses.

"How miserable are your lives?"

Veneto was shocked. It was the first time he heard that a ship girl was so poor that she couldn't even afford to enter the channel.

"Is there really such a miserable ship girl?"

Veneto turned around and looked at his own ship girl in disbelief.

"Yes, Admiral."

Reputation folded his hands over his stomach and nodded.

"Bucket... I just saw this kind of thing. I'm not a saint."

Veneto leaned his head against Vittorio and whispered a request to his own ship girl.

She is not a saint who gives out barrels for free all over the world, but this time she encountered this, she couldn't bear it and wanted to help the poor wild ship girl a little.

"Give."

On this trip, each of the ship girls was equipped with a maintenance barrel, but the rest were stored in Vittorio's ship space, just like the accountant keeps all the company's money.

"I'm also a newcomer... I don't have any extra food, so I just squeezed out one person to help you guys, just to make some good connections."

Veneto handed the bucket to Constellation's hands.

She prefers dealing with the quieter Sign to the overly enthusiastic Hood.

From this point of view, the statement that Constellation is the authentic Lexington II is more reliable than the Saratoga.

At least in terms of quietness, she is exactly the same as her sister.

Of course, their hair color, appearance and even body shape are also quite similar.

"……Thanks."

Xingzuo moved his mouth, and finally uttered two words, and then nothing else.

Yes, Veneto understood.