The slightly weird commander's ship girl tour

"The commander is going to the branch, please drive him there." Bismarck said briefly.

Huang Chen waved his hand and said, "Forget it. Beizhai is cleaning up the room. It's the same if I rent a tricycle at the branch office."

Tirpitz chuckled. "It's okay. I don't have much luggage. I packed most of it a while ago. I just had nothing to do."

The girl returned to her room, changed her clothes, took her key bag, and walked to the front, "Let's go."

Huang Chen hesitated for a moment, thinking that if it really didn't work out, he could just come back and help the girl pack her luggage. After all, it was his wedding ship, so it wouldn't be a big problem. He nodded, "Okay."

"It really doesn't matter. Besides, going out alone with the commander when everyone is busy is a win for me no matter how you look at it." Tirpitz walked in front and saw Huang Chen following hesitantly. He couldn't help but persuade him again.

Huang Chen smiled and shook his head. "Then I've made money too. I can go out and work and even get a driver. No matter how you look at it, I've made a lot of money."

The two walked downstairs. The pedestrian street was much busier. Tirpitz said as they walked, "You can't park inside. Park outside, right at the intersection."

Huang Chen followed the girl and sure enough, in less than five minutes, they arrived at a parking lot that they had passed by while jogging in the morning.

"Commander, please see which one is suitable." Tirpitz asked as he walked up to a row of cars.

"Which one?" Huang Chen was stunned and a little dazed.

"All four of these cars belong to our bookstore. This one was driven by Benson." Tirpitz waved his delicate hand. Although his words were calm, they carried a heroic air. "The bookstore used to be busy, so having more cars was more convenient. We could use them for transporting goods, going out for fun, and just for daily commuting."

"Then let's take this one." Huang Chen walked up to a black pickup truck, patted the body of the truck, and made a muffled sound. "The cargo pocket is convenient for loading cardboard boxes."

Tirpitz nodded, took out the black key corresponding to the pickup truck from the key bag, and opened the door.

Chapter 732: Then be a little impolite?

Tirpitz drove quickly and steadily.

It took about ten minutes from the parking lot to reach the Kancolle branch.

This also includes the time spent looking for a parking space in the branch parking lot.

Although there is not much demand for driving among the ship girls and commanders, the branch parking lot is still crowded, and it took a long time to find a suitable spot.

Huang Chen got out of the car and stepped on the yellow fallen leaves, making a crackling sound. He looked around, a little puzzled, "This parking lot feels a bit remote."

I didn’t feel anything when I was sitting in the car before, but now that I’m off, I can feel the tranquility at the junction of the forest and the city.

The surroundings were extremely quiet, with no human voices to be heard, only the occasional chirping of birds and the buzzing of insects. The dense forest covered the area, blocking the view, with only the blue sky visible in some places.

The ground was covered with fallen leaves, some of which were yellow and some of which were still green, mixed with clumps of weeds in the cracks between the bricks and stones.

Even the parked cars have an old feel. Although the paint is still shiny and the condition is good, there is a sense of decadence.

"The cars here were probably bought by the ship girls living in the branch. They felt very new when they were bought, but they were rarely used later, so they just stayed parked." Tirpitz explained.

The girl was walking in front, wearing a simple casual outfit and trousers, but for some reason she gave people a tough feeling.

"Oh, I see." Huang Chen nodded, and the two of them walked along the tree to the path outside. They heard some noisy sounds not far ahead, which seemed to be behind the bushes, which made him feel a little strange.

After looking around for a while, he asked uncertainly, "Is that... the venue for yesterday's event?"

"Yes," Tirpitz confirmed, pointing to the winding path on the side. "You can go down along this path on the left."

Huang Chen walked a little to the left and found a higher place. He finally saw the small sheds from yesterday, as well as the haunted house that he was particularly interested in, which were all being prepared.

"Everything will probably be ready today." Huang Chen nodded, planning in his mind to come over with everyone tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

But Tirpitz just watched him silently without saying a word.

"What's wrong?" Huang Chen walked down, scratched his hair in some confusion, and wiped his face. Is there something dirty?

Tirpitz pursed his lips, remained silent for a moment, and said softly, "Thank you."

"What are you thanking me for?" Huang Chen was confused.

"Commander, and my sister yesterday." Tirpitz paused, "Thank you, Commander, for accepting my sister yesterday."

Huang Chen paused, then felt at a loss for words. He also felt an inexplicable sense of strangeness, not knowing how to speak. "Why should I thank you for something like this? I gave Bismarck the ring because I liked her, not for anything else."

Tirpitz paused, silent, not knowing what he was thinking, and shook his head. "Sorry."

"Why are you apologizing again?" Huang Chen walked up to the girl and stared into her light blue eyes, feeling very puzzled.

"Hmm..." Tirpitz was silent for a moment. "I thought the Commander gave my sister the ring so decisively as a supplement."

"How is that possible!" Huang Chen objected with a serious expression. "Using the ring as compensation is just playing with people's feelings. How can this be an apology? This is clearly another, even more serious mistake!"

"Also..." He paused, then continued, "Although it may sound shameless, Bismarck doesn't dare to take the initiative. So, it shouldn't be a problem for me to take the initiative, right?"

Tirpitz chuckled. "So, facing your less proactive companions, the Commander is actually more proactive?"

Huang Chen opened his mouth and felt that there was something else behind the girl's words.

Tirpitz smoothed the hair by his ear. "So, Commander, you're so strong in front of my sister, but you become polite in front of me?"

Huang Chen pursed his lips, speechless for a long time. What did this mean? Was Bei Zhai jealous? Was this her true personality?

"I..." He was a little confused, not knowing how to start a conversation. After a long time, he stretched out his hand, as if stretching it towards the girl's face, "Then how about being polite?"

Tirpitz paused, then suddenly grabbed his hand, turned his head and walked forward, "There's no need to be so rude."

Huang Chen stumbled after him and laughed out loud, "Is that enough?"

"After all, we are outside, so we should pay attention to other people's eyes, right?" Tirpitz said, her tone still calm, but her speaking speed was a little faster than before. It was obvious that the girl's heart was not as calm as she appeared.

Huang Chen completely relaxed and leaned against the girl. "I was shocked just now, especially when you said 'sister' or 'sister'. It doesn't sound like something you would say at all."

Tirpitz pursed his lips and said nothing, but his pace suddenly quickened.

Huang Chen sensed something, and his eyes narrowed slightly, "Could it be true? Those words just now... were told to you by Eugen! She must have been the one who told you!"

Tirpitz was silent for a moment, then sighed and didn't deny it. "She actually said a lot more, but I felt none of it was quite right, so I only used one or two."

"This guy..." Huang Chen was stunned, feeling a little amused and helpless. He felt that she was the busiest person who came to the bookstore this time, and was like a matchmaker trying to make connections everywhere.

But...it doesn't seem like a bad thing.

He held the girl's hand, and they walked slowly with their fingers interlocked.

After walking for another five or six minutes, I finally saw the office building through the clusters of trees, but it would probably take a few more minutes to walk there.

"I feel that if I didn't have to carry so many cardboard boxes, I might as well walk here slowly." Huang Chen couldn't help but calculate the time. It has been nearly half an hour since he left the bookstore, and even if he walked all the way here, it would only take a little more than half an hour.

"So for ship girls, a small car is not very necessary," said Tirpitz.

Huang Chen nodded, but felt something was wrong.

When he walked to the bottom of the office building, he did not go to the logistics department to ask logistics-related questions immediately. Instead, he went to the entrustment hall to place an order first, and then posted a flyer on the bulletin board outside.

I don't ask for a situation like Yubari to happen again, but at least I need to leave clues everywhere so that the girls can find them.

"Speaking of which, it's not impossible for Scharnhorst and the others to come back. Wouldn't it be appropriate to leave a message at the bookstore?"

After completing the commission, the two walked to the path leading to the logistics department, and Tirpitz suddenly said.

Chapter 733 Richelieu Can’t Figure It Out

"Scharnhorst..."

Huang Chen turned around, and the figure with long silver-pink hair appeared in his mind.

He had heard from Eugen before that Scharnhorst and her sister were also in the bookstore at first, but later went to the front line, and there was no news about them after that.

Come to think of it, Scharnhorst is a battle maniac, and his sister Gneisenau seems quiet, but she is a rational person in battle. She just likes to plan before taking action rather than resisting fighting.

It is really hard to imagine these two sisters sitting quietly at the desk reading.

Leaving the bookstore and going to the front line is not difficult to understand.

It's a bit strange that they lost contact.

"Is communication inconvenient on the front line?" Huang Chen asked in confusion.

"Fortunately, in the past we could only communicate via communication, which took about half a month. Now we have the telegraph, and it basically takes one or two days." Tirpitz said.

"Then when did Scharnhorst and the others leave?" Huang Chen continued to ask.

"Not that long, maybe over twenty years." Tirpitz thought briefly, "but we've been completely disconnected only in the last few years, probably no more than ten years."

Huang Chen's eyelids twitched. He still didn't quite understand this way of speaking that had only existed for a few decades.

He found a flower bed, cleared out a clean spot, and sat down casually, still speaking with doubt, "Did they stop sending letters back?"

"Pretty much." Tirpitz nodded. "The last time he wrote, he said he had a crucial mercenary mission and couldn't leave for a long time. He probably wouldn't be able to send a letter for a long time. Then he hasn't sent a letter since."

Huang Chen nodded slightly.

He didn't know much about it before, but after two weeks of training at the academy, he has a basic understanding of the front-line operation mode.

There are generally two ways for Freedom Ship Girls to participate in front-line combat: one is to join the fleet of the Ship Girl Headquarters, or more precisely, the fleet of the Command Headquarters; the other way is to accept military commissions as mercenaries.

The two methods have their own advantages and inconveniences. The first method is to be considered a regular soldier, and you don’t have to worry about food, clothing, housing and transportation. You can also enjoy some benefits in the KanColle headquarters, such as skill teaching, ship equipment upgrades, etc., but it is inevitable that your freedom will be subject to certain restrictions.

The second method is naturally much more relaxed, and the commission remuneration is quite generous, but the problem is that it is difficult and dangerous.

The commission issued by the headquarters is naturally not an easy task, and it is difficult to do this job without the ability.

Landlord Miyuki is like this. She and her client team initially took on commissions in Area C1. Later, she wanted to go to the front lines, but she didn't make it because she didn't have enough strength.

As for Scharnhorst, he naturally chose the mercenary approach.

"What commission?" Huang Chen sorted out his thoughts and continued to ask.

"I'm not sure. They must have entered the Abyssal Sea, perhaps a stronghold somewhere in the deep sea," Tirpitz said, and then quickly explained, "Don't worry, Commander. I've been to the front lines myself, and those battles pose no threat to the sisters."

Huang Chen's brows were still furrowed, and only relaxed slightly after a while.

The strength of the sisters should not be underestimated. After all, in order to produce some scientific research ships, the training level of Iron Blood's main battleships was almost all 120.

After studying at the academy, he also knew that even on the most dangerous front lines, the sirens that appeared were only at a level of around 100, and rarely appeared with a level exceeding 100.

Scharnhorst didn't go there alone. Her sister was there too. With her external thinking circuit, there was no way anything could go wrong.

Thinking of this, Huang Chen relaxed.

Tirpitz chuckled and sat down beside him. "Besides, while the time we lost contact was not short, it wasn't particularly long either. It's still within a reasonable range. It fits with the statement in the last letter that we couldn't contact each other for a long time."

"This... can be considered consistent." Huang Chen paused, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, but then he remembered something, "Speaking of which, the base in the deep sea is also considered a port area?"

"You could say that." Tirpitz nodded.

Huang Chen gently rubbed his temple with his right hand. "I remember Richelieu and the others seemed to have received commissions in a deep-sea port area before."

Speaking of Richelieu and the others, Huang Chen was also a little confused about the situation.

According to Jean Bart, Richelieu was unable to leave at the time because of a special mercenary mission, but he would not be delayed for too long, at most half a month.

But until now, I still haven't seen where Sister Li is. Several months have passed.

Richelieu can almost be regarded as one of the first group of ship girls to get the clue, but they have not been reunited until now. I have to say that I still feel a little concerned.

And their mission site happens to be a deep-sea port area.

"They might bump into each other again." Huang Chen guessed, but quickly shook his head, knowing that his guess was just a blind guess. "Forget it, let's go ask about the logistics situation."

Tirpitz nodded slightly, actually thinking that this was unlikely.

Richelieu received the commission in Area J, while Scharnhorst was in Area C1. The two were not in the same place at all. Although both were in deep-sea port areas and needed to cross the front line, they were not the same at all, so there was no reason for them to meet.

Unless Richelieu comes to the C area front or Scharnhorst goes to J area.

But this is too outrageous. It's just a commission, why would I have to run so far?

Tirpitz couldn't understand.

Richelieu couldn't figure it out either.

Even after she had retired from the front line, she still couldn't understand what was going on.

Why was there no problem when she went out, but when the commission was completed, the front-line passage of Area J was closed, preventing her from returning to Area J?

There was no other way but to follow the front line and move all the way to the C1 area.

We can't really wait six months at the frontier outpost in Area J as instructed, right? The commander is also going to Area C1, so we're probably on the same path.

It didn't take too much time.

Richelieu, with his long golden-orange hair, couldn't help but shake his head, and finally looked aside, "Jeanne, has there been any reply from Nanyang College?"

"Hmm." The girl in plate armor at the desk not far away thought for a moment and said, "No."