Revisiting Azur Lane

Zhou He blinked, but Xuefeng gritted her teeth and glared at him. The latter patted Bailang on the back and left the group again. Not long after, she looked back at the crowd going away, listening to the familiar sound of the waves, and couldn't help asking: "Your Highness Zhou He, do you think I... no matter how we disguise ourselves, we can't adapt to ordinary life again?"

"How is it possible? Why would you have such an idea?"

Zhou He, who was originally a little lazy, suddenly stood in awe. Thinking of the conflict between Yudachi and Xuefeng two days ago, he straightened up and pressed down his hat to cover his half-wrinkled brows.

"…Because we are too powerful for ordinary shipgirls."

Xuefeng only used one sentence to make Zhou He almost unable to hold back. He never dreamed that he would hear such words: After all, he is a person who came from the serious Sakura Empire camp, but his brain is a little bit bad... a little bit immature, and likes to dwell on trivial matters.

He cracked his finger joints and took a deep breath. "I think a person's true strength does not lie in how strong he or she is, but in his or her heart. No one says that strong people can't have an ordinary life. For example, I am ridiculously weak compared to you. Do you care about this kind of thing?"

Zhou He felt that what he said was not very good, so he repeated: "Xuefeng, do you care about this kind of thing?"

"No, Your Highness Zhou He, you are not weak, right?"

Xuefeng raised his eyebrows: "Can you have a little self-awareness?"

"??"

Zhou He almost couldn't catch his breath, and he held it in for a long time before speaking: "What I mean is that it's not difficult to integrate into life. This kind of thing ultimately depends on your own choice. You think you are a special existence. In fact, everyone thinks they are a special existence. You and I, and every meeting, conversation, interaction, and even quarrel with everyone in the port area, together constitute your life - if you are tired of this, then I think life here is really not suitable for you."

As for the foreign meta ship girls, he never thought from the beginning that the opponents would stay in the port area forever. After all, the meta ship girls related to the protagonist that appeared in the game activity plot also ran around here and there.

If Xuefeng really wanted to go out for a walk, he would not stop him. After all, if someone had made up his mind to go, you would not be able to stop him even if you knelt down and begged. On the contrary, it would make you lose face. There was really no need to do that.

After he finished speaking, there was silence between the two. After a while, Xuefeng lowered his head with a complicated expression: "Really? I understand."

Then she looked up at Zhou He on the screen, tilted her head and snorted, her voice rising three degrees: "I hate guys who are good at talking!"

"You've already said that once."

Zhou He reminded her warmly, but Xuefeng didn't care. She sat on the white wolf's back, swung her cute white legs, and hummed softly: "Although you are having a hard time even facing the Siren of the experimental agency, it doesn't feel bad to live here. I want to stay here for a while."

"It's a great honor."

Zhou He appeared to be in high spirits, but in his heart he was actually relieved. Xuefeng could be said to be his family's top fighting force, and the reason why the Sirens were so wary of them. Without Xuefeng, they would be restricted in fighting.

"I wonder when Zuikaku and the others will be able to reach the strength of the Cinder Ship."

Watching Xuefeng, whose mood seemed to be getting quite good in the video, Zhou He glanced at Xuefeng's panel in the dock, his eyes suddenly widened, and his neck inadvertently stretched forward: When he first joined, Xuefeng recovered from the blackened state, and his durability of 50,000 was reduced to just over 20,000, and now Xuefeng's panel has actually started to rise again!

The maximum durability alone has increased from 23,000 to 25,000, and parameters such as artillery fire, torpedo strikes, and reloading are also steadily recovering - it turns out that the strength of the warships joining the port from outside will also increase?

Also, the growth rate of meta ships is too fast, isn't it? Is it because the base stats are so high?

He clicked on the panel of his own initial ship, Yudachi. Initially, Yudachi's durability was 300, but now it is 1200. The artillery attack has increased from 13 to 46, and the torpedo attack has increased from 105 to 359. What does this value mean? The current Yudachi has completely crushed the heavy cruiser Ashigara who just joined the port area in terms of values.

However, Yukikaze has been in Minato for less than one-third of the time that Yudachi has, but her growth rate is almost twice that of Yudachi.

too exaggerated!

"Is this the strength of meta? I seem to have heard somewhere that the meta route is not the correct evolution route for shipgirls?"

Zhou He held the cup and began to carefully browse the numerical changes of his own ship girl. By comparing the growth values ​​of Yudachi, Hermione, Kursk, Zuikaku and Tosa, he came to the conclusion that "the higher the basic value, the faster the value grows."

He felt that this growth formula was reasonable, but in his heart he felt that it was unfair for destroyers, light cruisers and submarines.

This is very contradictory, and it's more that he is greedy.

Chapter 154: Big Dinner and Small Kitchen

Time always passes silently, and the night sky with moonlight gently overlooks the sea, bringing a touch of dreaminess.

The sound of artillery fire in the north had stopped for a long time, but the black smoke drifting into the sky had not dissipated for a long time. The wreckage of destroyed warships was everywhere, and the flames that burst out from time to time showed the cruelty of war.

On the sea far away from the battlefield, a huge aircraft carrier with the number 02 marked on its hull was sailing steadily. No light could be seen from the outside and it was as quiet as a ghost ship, but the inside was extremely lively. More than ship girls were celebrating the victory of this exploration and combat trip, with sounds of communication and boasting coming from all directions.

"Ms. Hood, we have just been fighting with the enemy for a long time. Isn't it too lax to hold such a grand celebration banquet at sea now?"

In the crowd, a dark brown girl wearing a white coat stood beside Hood. Her cherry red eyes from behind her glasses scanned the entire cafeteria, and she leaned over to whisper "advice" into Hood's ear.

"A great victory must be embellished with celebration."

At this moment, Hood was obviously just sitting at the dining table in the cafeteria, but the elegance she exuded from her sitting posture made the ordinary table look like a high-end one. Her back was as straight as a ruler, and she had a calm smile on her face as she spoke, her eyes fixed on London: "This is a celebration, but also a rest. The commander will complete the reconnaissance work for us. There is no need to fear the enemy's attack. Just proceed as usual."

"Yes."

London didn't quite understand how the commander far away in the port could help them with reconnaissance, but seeing Hood so sure, she guessed that this was definitely not the first time, so she didn't insist, but took two steps back, found a place to sit down, and observed Bismarck, who was sitting opposite Hood and was serious.

After withdrawing from the battlefield, she learned from Javelin and others that the Iron Bloods had also joined the port area, but when she actually saw Bismarck sitting face to face with Hood, she was still shocked, and at the same time her respect for Hood became even deeper. Being able to dine and laugh face to face with the enemy who had sunk him, such courage and tolerance were truly worthy of the royal glory, and she was far from it.

"However, the commander who summoned us, the Iron Bloods, the Sakura Empire, and the White Eagles, turned out to be from the Eastern Emperor."

London sighed inwardly, the memories she obtained contained a strong impression of the Donghuang army, but unfortunately after that, the London never went to Donghuang again in history. Only three months before her retirement did she hear the news of Donghuang's declaration of the founding of the country.

This is a country with such tenacity that it shocks the world.

"..."

"The Siren is recruiting troops from the north to support us. There is a port area in the southern archipelago, and there is a stronghold blocking the way in the east. On the contrary, there is only the thorn of the node base in the west."

Hood, Bismarck and others integrated the intelligence gained from this exploration. In addition to the sense of accomplishment, they were more amazed that they had really penetrated deep into the enemy camp. It was incredible that the port area could still thrive in the face of such oppression.

"Today we will use it for reconnaissance and exploration. Tomorrow we can take a look at where there are more fish. Bismarck, is there a suitable place in the east?"

After synthesizing the intelligence, Hood changed the topic to the fishing competition where players could choose their own mansion, and asked Bismarck, who owned the only submarine in Hong Kong.

"Do you think I would do something like this to aid the enemy?"

Today's chefs are three maids. Bismarck cuts the steak to be medium-rare. After eating, he wipes his lips with a napkin. The red color is eye-catching.

"Of course not, but I believe you can see the situation of this competition clearly. If you and I want to win, the only way is to cooperate."

Hood smiled slightly. She would be at least 90% sure of what she did. Royal and Iron Blood had the least members. It would be difficult to win the first place in the competition if things continued like this. Only cooperation would give them a chance.

Unfortunately, she guessed wrong.

"I don't care about winning or losing this game."

Bismarck put down her knife, her eyes reflecting the light. She said, "The Commander has never liked to create confrontation between the two camps, but if there is no confrontation in a competition, there will be no motivation. It may seem like we are competing for first place, but in essence, the Commander hopes that we can improve our ability to cooperate with the camps through such activities."

“…I agree with what you said, but I want to win.”

Hood agreed with Bismarck's inference. After all, like her, he was the most prestigious flagship of the Iron Blood, had the deepest understanding of the way of ruling, and had the deepest understanding of Zhou He's ideas.

"Want a base?"

Bismarck looked at Hood, who nodded: "Yes."

'Then you were still so indifferent last time?'

Bismarck did not understand the royal nobles' insistence on saving face, but since Hood had begged her so much, she had to give some feedback. She nodded slightly and said, "I understand. I will ask 556 after the meeting."

“After I win, I’ll come to your door.”

Hood was very satisfied with the painting, because even if she had nothing to do, she would still go to the Iron Blood Mansion for a stroll, which was more diligent than Bismarck, the real owner.

"Waiting for good news."

Bismarck didn't want to eat this cake, and she felt that she couldn't have it. She glanced at Jeanbart who was drinking tea with a group of people from Sakura Empire, closed her eyes and thought of Kursk who had never appeared at the party - Sakura Empire was obviously not a very good country, but the capable generals under its command were unexpectedly excellent.

……

The night deepened, and compared to the pitch-black sea, the port area was brightly lit.

The rustling sound of the tide continued, and the waves hit the dock embankment and the beach along the coast. Zhou He, who was wearing a coat over his military uniform, enjoyed the weather that was neither dark nor bright, and walked along the beach step by step.

"What are you doing walking around there so late at night, Commander? Everyone is almost home?"

The scientific research duo, whose biological clocks were messed up, came out of the restaurant after having dinner. They saw Zhou He relaxing on the beach. Lingmin was a little curious, but Akashi replied lazily, "No, meow. If everyone comes back, the commander's clothes will be neatly dressed, meow."

Mingshi pointed out that Zhou He was dressed casually and didn't even wear a hat, which meant that he was not out for business but was out for a walk on his own initiative.

"Akashi you are amazing, you can analyze it to this extent through details."

Lingmin was quite surprised that this big cat, which looked like a puddle of water when it slept, was actually so good at observing and figuring out the thoughts of its superiors.

No wonder he has never participated in any outdoor combat since joining the Minato Ward. He really has these skills.

"It's easy, meow. You can do it by observing more."

Akashi was not proud at all. This kind of thing was like instinct to her. She half-closed her eyes, touched her belly, turned into the command center, and prepared to sleep in the big bed after a long time - Lingmin was the same.

As for why Zhou He was taking a walk outside?

One of the main reasons was that he was not used to his own ship girls spending the night outside, and he felt uneasy, so he came out to relax and help with the reconnaissance.

The unexpected surprise in this battle was the drop of Royal London. This person is also an old acquaintance. When he changed his clothes, he gave a completely different feeling. He still doesn't know whether the clothes that London changed into are maid outfits.

Another reason was that he was now stopping to look at the entrance to the bay, the white figure that was very conspicuous in the middle of the night.

The Sakura Empire + White Eagle Fleet headed north to support Hood and his crew, and during the trip they reunited with Bismarck and his crew, so that Yukikaze was directly separated from the team. So after lighting up the South Seven Districts, she returned straight away, running for more than six hours in one breath, and actually made it home.

"This endurance is too strong. Wait, something seems to be wrong?"

Looking at the girl approaching, Zhou He sighed and suddenly saw the white wolf under her, panting like a dog with its tongue hanging out. He immediately realized that it was the wolf that had taken on everything. When Xuefeng approached the shore, he asked her to take the white wolf ashore directly. Then he reached out and touched the white wolf's forehead and the area above it, saying in a deep voice: "Thank you for your silent contribution to Xuefeng."

"Huh? What stupid shit are you talking about!"

Xuefeng jumped off the wolf's back and stared at him with dissatisfaction, but the white wolf just nudged Zhou He's palm and turned into a spot of light and dissipated into the air.

"Welcome home, can the ship suit leave you?"

Zhou He clenched his fists, convinced that the White Wolf was a biological ship suit with its own self, then greeted Xuefeng and asked while taking her to play the restaurant mobile game.

"Living warships can move on their own within a certain range. I am also quite puzzled about this aspect. Why can a warship that was originally dead have self-awareness?"

Xuefeng raised his hand and rubbed his forehead to try to dispel the sleepiness, and said casually: "I remember that in some worlds, the ship equipment of Iron Blood and Northern Alliance was more exaggerated than the other. It seemed that they could fight on their own without our command."

At the end, she complained: "Since we have such technology, why do we still need to make them part of the ship's equipment? Wouldn't it be better to mass-produce them to fight the Sirens?"

"Hahaha, I think so too."

Zhou He had a smile on his face as he thought of the story about Bismarck working to buy a dragon in order to get a skin. In the game, the Iron-Blooded Ship Girl had no face to go out because her dragon was not big enough. The technology tree was really weird.

"Humph?"

Xuefeng was unable to completely dispel his sleepiness and could not hear Zhou He's words clearly, so he used meaningless humming and laughing to get by. When he entered the restaurant, he was attracted by the fragrant smell inside and sat down at the table, patting the table and saying, "Serve the food!"

"please wait."

Zhou He smiled, went into the kitchen and informed the barbarians to start working. The prepared ingredients were quickly pushed into the pot and stir-fried into cooked dishes. Zhou He served rice to Xuefeng, put the dishes on a plate, and brought them to the front desk, placing them in front of Xuefeng.

"This tempting aroma is really abominable. I didn't even feel hungry when I didn't eat for a few days before."

Xuefeng muttered a few words, clapped her hands in front of her and said, "I'm starting," and began to eat honestly. The way she wolfed down the food didn't look girlish at all, but was cute in its simplicity.

Zhou He stood opposite with his chin supported by one hand, a slight smile on his lips, looking at Xuefeng, and the uneasiness in his heart was reduced a little.

"Gu, why are you looking at me? Do you want to eat too?"

Xuefeng noticed it, pulled the plate in front of him, and guarded the food very vigilantly: "I won't give it to you."

"Haha."

Zhou He smiled even more brightly.

Chapter 155: Little Thoughts Come

The peaceful night passed quickly. Zhou He, who was worried about his ship girl who was away, got up earlier than usual. With dry eyes, he sat up and leaned against the head of the bed to observe the situation outside through the system attack interface.

After a whole day of hard work yesterday, the areas that have been lit up now extend to eight areas in the east, seven areas in the south, and seven areas in the west. Seven areas in the north have also been lit up during the battle. A simple calculation shows that with the port area as the center point, Zhou He can see the situation within a radius of 450 nautical miles.

The lit area was so large that Zhou He felt his vision suddenly become clear, and even his sleepiness was dispelled a lot.

After looking at them one by one for a long time, he finally locked his view on the North Third District. The thirty-one ship girls who were attacking out were all staying inside and around the aircraft carrier No. 02.

"Are you all up yet?"

Zhou He looked at the destroyers scattered around the aircraft carrier, and his worries disappeared. He slid back into the quilt, tossed and turned with his eyes closed, but found that he could not fall asleep. He could only get up lazily, wash up, change clothes, and go to the office to open the notebook on the table. Inside was what he had written down when he communicated with Hood and others yesterday, including the strongholds outside the map, the movements of the Northern Sirens, etc.

These things were all very important, but Zhou He just glanced at them, closed the notebook and threw it into the drawer, rubbed his brows, and left the office and the third floor.

Everyone was out, and the command center was so quiet that the only sound was Zhou He's footsteps going downstairs. But when he reached the first floor, he found that the lights had been turned on. Xuefeng, who was wearing a short skirt, was lying on the sofa, reading a book with both hands. Her posture was very strange, and the scene was rare enough that Zhou He stopped and pinched his brows, wondering if he was dreaming.

"?"

Xuefeng naturally heard Zhou He's footsteps coming down the stairs. When they suddenly stopped, she put the book on her chest and turned over to take a look. Seeing Zhou He trying to wake himself up, she couldn't help but prop up her chin with one hand: "What are you doing? If you're not awake yet, go back to sleep for a while."

"It's not a dream. Haha. I hope I can sleep a little longer."