Shipgirls and Salted Fish Commander, Port Survival Guide

Go back and add one more...

Ahem, no need for that... This size should be enough for now.

Anyway, we'll talk about it when we get back!

"Musashi, um, I'm fine. Cough, the party and stuff, I'll talk about it when I get back... Hey, this guy, Haku, right?"

Haha, how could I not recognize the mighty and domineering Valkyrie White Dragon? So handsome and majestic, I've wanted to see you for so long, and today my wish has finally come true.

Um, speaking of which, I remember you had a sword, Bailong. Did you forget to bring it today?

Hello...Hello!

The call ended just like that...!?

"Hey, Marco Polo, I didn't... the matter of the Grand Secretary's ship is out of the question, and the tongue... the tongue is even more out of the question!"

"Comrade Su Meng, it's been a long time. I'm fine. When can I visit you? With our relationship, I'll come whenever I have time after I get back. But just so you know, I can't drink too much vodka or anything like that."

"Well, even the water of life won't do!"

“Richelieu...and Jean Bart, haha, it's rare to see you two sisters together. Well, don't worry, I'm fine, I'm doing well. Let's go to church together…”

Okay, when I get back, if I have time, maybe...

Huh? How did this turn into a date?!

...

"Phew... I've finally responded to everyone." After hanging up the last call, Jing Su lay back in the sun lounger and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Commander, you're so busy!" Changchun, who had been watching everything from the sidelines, swallowed hard, his throat bobbing as he spoke with lingering fear.

"Yeah, so now you know how easy it is for those pranks you play on me during work hours to go wrong, right?" Jing Su chuckled and teased.

He said that, but his hands never stopped working.

Just now, I briefly reported that I was safe to the leaders of each faction on the front lines. Now, many other ship girls, especially the top-tier ones, have sent messages. However, Jing Su doesn't need to make a special phone call to respond; sending messages is enough.

"I...no, I was just worried that you might be bored at work, Commander, so I wanted to liven things up a bit~" Seeing Jing Su suddenly steer the conversation towards herself, Changchun hesitated for a moment, but quickly realized what she meant, "Ahem, no! Commander, when have I ever joked around while you were working!"

"So, you admit that you made jokes outside of work hours!" Jing Su said jokingly, replying to group messages while simultaneously multitasking.

"Of course... no, not at all! Commander, I, you! Ugh, I'm so angry! Commander, you're so annoying!" Changchun became more and more anxious as she spoke, and finally crossed her arms and squatted down on the side, puffing out her cheeks.

Haha, Changchun, you're so cute~

...

Frontline operations command center.

"Yes, I understand, Miss Yorktown. I'll have the company set off immediately to provide support... Hmm?"

Are we not allowing company models to participate?

"Okay, I understand. I'll make the arrangements."

"Sister, the call is over. Who called? Hey, who is this... Sister, is something serious happening?" Seeing Lexington return to the command room, Saratoga was originally excited to share her conversation with Jing Su, but seeing her sister's expression, she immediately asked with concern.

The Lexington sisters, who frequently manage frontline affairs, have always kept their public and private accounts very separate. They use one number for work and another for their private lives, and they don't even use the same cell phone.

However, as time went on, Saratoga found that because he had gotten used to it, he didn't keep his work and personal life separate, and often used the same number in his daily life as his work number.

This means that when someone dials a private phone number, it often signifies that the matter being discussed is very important and serious.

After all, what could be so urgent that you can't use your employee ID to call?

"Well, I guess so." Lexington didn't give a specific answer, but silently walked to her work station and began looking through her contacts with a serious expression.

"Sister, what happened? Tell me quickly, don't scare me!" Saratoga panicked when she saw Lexington's expression. Since she became aware of her surroundings, this was the first time she had ever seen such a serious expression on her older sister's face.

“Before that, Saratoga, could you please help me figure out who we should transfer to Yorktown without attracting the attention of other factions?” Lexington didn’t answer, but instead pulled out a communications book and sent it to Saratoga along with the attack reports.

"Going to Yorktown? Let me see." Saratoga nodded, quickly sat down, and rapidly flipped through the pages. "Sending some people to support Yorktown shouldn't be a problem, but from what you're saying, sister, you need a lot of people?"

"At least one complete formation, all gold."

"A complete squadron? And all gold? Sister, you really know how to give me a tough challenge." Saratoga sighed. With the situation on the front lines, with firefights on all sides, it's not easy to even pick out a complete squadron under these circumstances, let alone an all-gold squadron?

All gold means that the flagship is either highly established or very powerful, with colored leather as the base. Neither of these two conditions can be easily obtained nowadays; they are too conspicuous!

Thinking of this, Saratoga glanced at her sister with displeasure. She really knew how to make things difficult for her!

In fact, given the strength of the Eagle Union faction on the front lines, it wouldn't be too difficult for them to field a fully gold-plated fleet. After all, the Eagle Union faction's main base is on the front lines, and their main forces are all there. In addition, the Eagle Union faction itself has a lot of ships, and if pushed to the limit, they could even rent a fully gold-plated fleet.

The problem is that Lexington's requirement is to send a full-strength, all-gold team without alerting other factions.

What is the current situation?

There's a shortage of people everywhere. The expansion was too rapid recently, and we need to send people to guard every place. Under these circumstances, let alone a full gold squad, even if she were to pull out a full white squad, other factions would have to ask her a few questions.

Now that the battle has progressed to this point, the port area has stopped expanding outwards and has turned to defense, consolidating the existing defensive lines. Therefore, it is necessary to send people to patrol the territories that have been captured to prevent the Sirens from sneaking in.

In this situation, the boundaries of the defense zones of each faction have long been blurred. There is no distinction between you and me, and everyone is guarding together. The patrol areas are intertwined, making it very difficult to pull people out.

“Even the most difficult problems have to be solved. Time is of the essence. Sarah, I’ll give you half an hour. Just come up with the list, and I’ll coordinate the personnel allocation.” Lexington sighed. She knew this request was unreasonable, but there really wasn’t time now, especially after learning about Jing Su’s situation. If she, as the supervisor, hadn’t been unable to leave, she would have rushed to Yorktown herself the moment she hung up the phone.

"Has something happened to the commander?" After a moment of silence, Saratoga took a deep breath and asked in a trembling voice.

Saratoga, the epitome of quirky intelligence in the White Eagles, is not lacking in wit, and Lexington has never hidden his intelligence. Saratoga can't think of any other reason that could make the usually composed Lexington so nervous, except that something major must have happened to Jing Su.

“I guess so…” Lexington sighed.

"Hey, what do you mean by 'considered'... Sister, how is the Commander?!" Saratoga was truly panicked this time. Jing Su had acted like nothing was wrong when she called earlier. Was it all an act?

"Don't panic, the commander should be alright now, but his situation is indeed very bad."

"Eh..."

Lexington then briefly recounted the information he had just received from Yorktown to Saratoga.

"In short, I'm more worried about the commander's health than his safety. We need to send someone to bring him back as soon as possible."

“Indeed, but that means just taking out one squadron isn’t enough. We need to prepare a sufficiently safe ship.” Saratoga quickly realized the key point.

"Yes, Sarah, you're right. It's just that this ship is really not going to be easy to deal with in the short term."

Since their main base is on the front lines, the White Eagle faction doesn't really need cruise ships. They can stay at their front-line base and travel to other places by warship. After some simple modifications, warships are quite comfortable to ride in.

But now it's not just about picking people up. According to Yorktown, she accidentally blew up the cruise ship of Donghuang, which has led to a severe shortage of medicine on her side. Many treatment methods are unusable, and Yixian, who can use them, firmly disagrees. She is very distressed.

Therefore, they hoped that Lexington would send people over along with supplies at the same time, including medicine and defensive equipment, as the supplies that were previously on the ships of Donghuang were destroyed.

"With gold-plated queues and cruise ships laden with supplies, if we really do this, we won't be able to hide anything properly. It will cause panic," Saratoga worried.

Once Jing Su's situation is made public, even if Jing Su speaks up himself, the other ship girls will flock to him like crazy, and the entire front line will be in complete chaos.

“So, we need to seek help from other factions.” Lexington pondered for a moment and said, “Sister Sarah, you continue to handle the overall situation here. Send me the list as soon as it’s compiled.”

I'm going to Belfast. Right now, only the Royal Navy can spare a fully loaded cruise ship without attracting attention.

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Chapter 348 Ayanami and the Game

"Commander, come, have some porridge, millet porridge, it's easy to digest."

"Commander, try this. You're too thin right now and your energy is severely depleted. You need to gain weight quickly."

"Miss Yorktown, no offense, but the Commander is already so thin, and you're still feeding him lots of meat and fish. It's not good for his health!"

"Hehe, Miss Yixian, you're the one who's trying to harm the Commander. He's already so thin, and you're not giving him any carbohydrates at all. How is he going to recover like this? Do you want him to stay this thin forever?"

"Huh? What do you mean I'm going to harm the Commander? Miss Yorktown, don't you know the Commander's stomach isn't very good? The Commander's current condition requires slow and careful recuperation. Eating too much meat and fish without any vegetables for a short period of time will only worsen his condition!"

"Oh, Miss Yixian, you also know that the Commander has a bad stomach? Isn't your medical skill supposed to be excellent? The best way to regulate the body? How come after so long of treatment, the Commander's stomach is still not fully recovered?"

Also, what do you mean by "not a single vegetable"? Aren't these lettuce leaves vegetables?

"Can you even call the lettuce in the hamburger vegetables? It's not even cooked properly. Are you going to eat it raw?! What if there are bugs in it? Can the Commander eat like this in his current condition?"

How can we let the commander eat this junk food? Isn't that endangering his health?

"Heh~ junk food, it seems that Miss Yixian, not only are your eyes not working well, but your logic is also flawed. Come on, let me give you a serious analysis today."

Hamburger, the two sides are bread, which you call "whole grains" in your Eastern language, made from wheat flour. I call it carbohydrates, you call it whole grains. Good stuff, right?

Lettuce, or more precisely, iceberg lettuce, originated in the Mediterranean region. It's juicy and crisp, rich in various vitamins and minerals such as calcium, phosphorus, and iron. In your local terms, it's called dietary fiber. It's a great food, isn't it?

Chicken, steak, in short, they're all meat, protein, good stuff. Miss Yixian, you have it in your own cooking, it's just that you're pig meat, so you cut it into slices and cooked it in the porridge. What, it's all protein, it's good stuff in your bowl, but it's problematic here?

Finally, salad dressing and condiments... Miss Yixian, your Donghuang Culinary Arts uses quite a lot of condiments, they must be good stuff too.

All these good things, put together, turn into garbage? What kind of logic is that!

"You...!" Yi Xian exclaimed angrily, "You're just making excuses! How can a good product made with bad methods be considered a good product!"

"Hehe, we've gotten back to the topic of how to make it."

"What you're doing is too 'heaty' (a concept in Traditional Chinese Medicine). In the Commander's current state, eating such 'heaty' food will cause him to get a sore throat!"

"Getting too hot? What's that?" Yorktown raised an eyebrow, crossed his arms, and said softly upon hearing the new term.

"In traditional Chinese medicine terms, it's called yin deficiency and excessive fire. If we look at it from a Western medicine perspective, there are many different kinds of symptoms, such as inflammatory response and dysbiosis. In short, patients are prone to symptoms such as red and swollen eyes, angular cheilitis, yellow urine, toothache, and red eyes."

However, Miss Yorktown, you've reminded me that I should make some herbal tea for the Commander later.

This food is so hot and spicy, and the commander is already so weak, yet you still let him eat so much!

"Eh~"

"An inflammatory response is an inflammatory response. Why make it sound so strange? The Commander isn't that fragile. If he gets sick so easily, it's because you haven't taken good care of him!"

"Hehe, I'm not bad at describing it in words. As for the common words in the royal language, let's not even talk about them. What do those so-called professional terms have to do with the real situation? And those long words without explanations, Miss Yorktown, can you understand them?"

"This... I really don't understand..." Despite the argument, Yorktown himself was quite pragmatic. Many of the technical terms in the Royal Terminology were newly coined, and without explanation, they were indeed difficult to understand.

This is one of the reasons why the Donghuang language is commonly used in normal communication in Hong Kong. It's not just because Jing Su himself is from Donghuang culture, but also because Donghuang words are indeed very informative and easy to use.

In serious situations, such as announcements and legal provisions, iris language is generally used. Iris language is characterized by its precision and avoids ambiguity.

However, the Ironblood faction has been trying to challenge the status of Iris's most rigorous language.

"Sister Yixian, Sister Yorktown, you two stop arguing, the Commander..." At this moment, seeing that the atmosphere between the two had eased, Changchun seized the opportunity and quickly interrupted, trying to stop the argument.

"What's wrong with the commander?" x2.

Yi Xian and Yorktown spoke in unison, turning their heads to look at the seat where Jing Su was sitting. At this moment, the seat was empty, and the food on the table was untouched.

"Commander just saw the two older sisters arguing fiercely and left," Changchun replied timidly.

"Why didn't you say so sooner!" Yi Xian was furious, her chest heaving and her face flushed.

“Exactly, no matter what, you still have to eat on time.” Yorktown sighed helplessly, sat back down in his chair, grabbed a piece of bread, and swallowed it whole.

Whether it's Western medicine or traditional Chinese medicine, the underlying principle regarding eating is the same—you have to eat on time!

Jing Su ran away without saying a word. Not to mention that Jing Su's condition is not very good right now, even if she were in good health, she would still need to eat.

Yorktown quickly ate something before heading to find Jing Su, while Yi Xian picked up a bowl of porridge, ready to go find someone right away.

"..."

Now it's Changchun's turn to feel frustrated. She really wants to say something, since the two of you were arguing so fiercely just now. Even if I wanted to chime in, I had no way to get a word in edgewise...

......

"This whole mess..." Jing Su muttered to herself as she walked forward, a steamed bun dangling from her mouth, while leaning against the wall for support.

Knowing the situation just now, Jing Su knew that if she stayed at the table any longer, things would only get worse, so she couldn't stay any longer and secretly slipped away.

Of course, as the source of the argument, Jing Su knew that she couldn't just leave like that. Not to mention that not eating on time was enough to drive Yi Xian crazy, her physical condition was also quite bad at the moment.

The rapid burning of a large amount of fat has left Jing Su extremely thin, as Bin Jiang puts it, as thin as a sugarcane.

If you ask me how I feel, I get tired easily, have no energy, and feel weak all over, but otherwise I'm okay.

'Speaking of which, where have I ended up?' At this moment, Jing Su looked up and around, realizing that she didn't know where she had wandered off to.

'Judging from the situation, it looks a bit like a dormitory?'

As it turns out, it is always a terrifying thing for an honest person to lose their temper and for a gentle person to get angry. Yi Xian and Yorktown are two examples: one is the head of the Eastern Empire faction, and the other is a legendary aircraft carrier of the White Eagle faction.

Each wields considerable influence within their respective camps and is known for their gentle nature, yet they are now locked in a fierce argument, their tensions escalating to the point where they are on the verge of a full-blown fight.

If it were any other problem, Jing Su could at least help to smooth things over, but unfortunately, the source of their argument was him. Yi Xian and Yorktown were blaming each other for not taking good care of themselves, so who could Jing Su complain to?