The slightly weird commander's ship girl tour

"Please come in."

Pushing the door open, warm air hit me in the face. Behind the large mahogany desk, a slightly short girl looked up and then revealed a look of surprise. "Musashi? You... have finally decided to switch jobs here?"

"I can, as long as you don't mind the dean's shells, Saratoga." Wenhe smiled gently as always, closed the door, walked forward, and sat down on the sofa naturally.

Saratoga was her old friend, or rather, old colleague. They had worked together at Nanyang College a long time ago, when Saratoga was the director of the Aircraft Carrier Department.

But later on, as he moved north to support the S area plan, he suddenly changed and became the dean of a college!

"Then there must be some official business. Something that requires you, the director of the Battleship Department, to make a personal trip here cannot be that simple, right?" Dean Saratoga jumped down from his chair, stepped on a small stool beside him, took out a can of black tea from the cabinet, and walked to the coffee table to pour it slowly.

The emerald red tea flowed down the spout of the bone china pot and fell into the teacup like a stream of water, emitting mist.

Dean Saratoga put down the teapot, nodded, and said, "Let me guess. Could it be that the headquarters has some new arrangements for this? Or does the dean have some plans?"

The so-called dean naturally refers to the dean of Nanyang College.

Although I have been away for a long time and although I have become the head of a hospital, some things are not so easy to change.

"Well, very close." Musashi nodded, looked at the black tea on the coffee table, but did not move. He just took out a document from the brown paper bag beside him and gently placed it on the table.

Dean Saratoga quietly looked at the documents not far away, raised an eyebrow slightly, and reached out to take it, but suddenly looked at Musashi with some doubt, "Why don't you drink tea? Don't you like black tea?"

Musashi smiled without saying anything, his long fox ears trembling slightly.

"Don't worry, I won't play any pranks at this time. Besides, I'm already the dean, and I rarely do that kind of pranks." Dean Saratoga seemed to have known what Musashi was worried about, and said with a smile.

Hearing this, Musashi hesitated for a moment, reached out for the teacup, and took a sip.

The fragrance is refreshing with a hint of bitterness at first, and then it becomes sweet, and the light sweetness begins to spread in the mouth.

"It's very good black tea. Both the quality of the tea itself and the craftsmanship are very good." Musashi was a little surprised, but praised without hesitation.

"Is that so?" Saratoga smiled with her eyes narrowed, then picked up the document on the desk and looked through it carefully, frowning slightly from time to time, with a thoughtful look on her face.

Musashi waited silently on the side, and suddenly felt a little emotional.

Time, for the ship girls, although it cannot leave any traces on their faces, it is still inevitable for them to change their mentality.

Who would have thought that the girl who used to love joking and playing all kinds of pranks would become so reliable without her realizing it.

I'm afraid this is the real pioneer of aviation tactics.

Musashi's lips curled up slightly, but his eyes fell on the plates of snacks on the coffee table.

The cold winter weather consumes unexpectedly much physical energy. Although there is still some time before lunch, hunger in the stomach is inevitable.

There shouldn't be any problem.

After all, these are pastries that have been prepared long ago. Could it be possible that they were prepared in advance?

She thought for a moment, stretched out her slender hand, picked up a piece of Napoleon bread, and slowly put it into her mouth.

"Click——"

There was a crisp sound, as if something was bitten open.

Then a thick liquid splashed out of his mouth and landed on the lapel of his coat and his fingers.

"Yeah! It worked!"

Dean Saratoga immediately raised his head and said with a smile, feeling quite proud, "Musashi, Musashi, not everyone dares to eat the cakes in my office."

Musashi was stunned for a moment, looking down at the white liquid staining his black clothes and fingers, and subconsciously asked, "What is this?"

"Yogurt, ah, you can swallow the ones in your mouth. These are all fresh yogurts." Saratoga said with a smile.

Musashi let out a long sigh, but couldn't help but sigh, "You..."

But before she finished, she couldn't help laughing. This was the Saratoga she knew.

If she had become serious and intellectual, then where had the Saratoga she knew gone?

"You continue watching, I'm going to the bathroom."

She stood up and said helplessly.

Saratoga nodded without even looking up. "The restroom is on the right as you exit."

Soon, Musashi returned. Although there was a mess just now, the traces of yogurt were easy to clean up.

It may be a bit troublesome for ordinary people, but for the ship girls, it is just a little joke.

"What do you think? Questions about the experiment..."

As Musashi spoke, he walked into the office, only to see Dean Saratoga raise his head with a serious expression, his small brows almost furrowed together.

"I'm afraid we won't be able to cooperate much with this experiment."

Chapter 1149 The History of Rhodes

"The experimental personnel are secondary. The main issue is the humanoid siren."

Berea Command Academy, Dean's Office, Dean Saratoga explained with a serious face.

"You may not know that during this period, the front lines have begun to have problems with manpower shortages. If relevant experiments are carried out at this time, it may make the situation worse."

Musashi, sitting across from Saratoga, frowned slightly when he heard this. "Lack of manpower? Why didn't you report this to the headquarters in advance?"

Compared with the Sirens, the number of ship girls is extremely small.

But there can be a shortage of manpower anywhere except the front line. Once the front line is breached, the danger level of the sea area will regress if we are not careful.

Therefore, generally speaking, the combat forces on the front line are extremely redundant.

This redundancy does not mean that when a high-level humanoid siren appears, the front line can send several fleets to treat it as a BOSS and kill it several times.

Rather, it means that after the advanced humanoid sirens began to move, even if accidents occurred in the first or second confrontations, they could still organize the force to counterattack again and wait for support from the headquarters.

Of course, that’s all there is to it. After all, compared to the power of KanColle and Sirens, they are indeed very weak.

But the problem now is that there are not enough people on the front line.

Insufficient manpower means that the front-line fleet may be destroyed like rotten wood in the first or second offensive.

There is no room for counterattack at all.

This is undoubtedly very dangerous, as it is equivalent to having no fault tolerance conditions at all.

Dean Saratoga pursed her lips, a serious expression that was extremely inconsistent with her appearance. "This matter is a bit complicated. After all, we are an academy, a teaching institution, and we don't know much about the situation on the front line."

"It's mainly the directors of the Shipgirls Headquarters who are in charge of this matter. However, it's said, just said, that it's related to the situation of some of the Freedom Shipgirls."

"Liberty Ship Girls?" Musashi frowned upon hearing this. "To actually place the safety of the frontline on a group of Liberty Ship Girls..."

It's not that she has any prejudice against the Liberty Ship Girls.

But there are differences between Liberty Ship Girls and Liberty Ship Girls.

A small number of free ship girls joined the ship girl headquarters. Although they did not have a commander, they had a mission and responsibilities.

But most of the free ship girls are still free, although they will also fight against the Sirens under the coordination of the ship girl headquarters.

But if a crisis really arises, can they really risk sinking and fight the vast Sirens head-on?

Although KanColle are naturally powerful, it does not mean that they have to do something.

"This is also related to the history of the Shipgirls headquarters here." Dean Saratoga shook his head slightly, his eyes falling on the coffee table. "After all, this is also a city defended by the Freedom Shipgirls. The proportion of Freedom Shipgirls is indeed much larger than other cities or regions."

Musashi nodded slowly.

She didn't know much about the history of Rhodes, but she knew it too.

With its cold wind and severe winter, Rhodes's geographical location is not considered advantageous. Although it has the blessing of an ice-free port, for a place lacking ship girls, an additional ice-free port will only mean an additional gap for Siren attacks.

For a long time, Rhodes was a sparsely populated place.

There is no human habitation within ten kilometers of the coast, and only outside this ten kilometers are there a small number of lumberjacks and their families living there.

That location is also today's old town of Lourdes.

It wasn't until about fifty years ago that a group of free ship girls discovered this place and began to live here.

The cold climate is not a big problem for the ship girls. Instead, the dense sirens become a resource.

As time passed, Rhodes gradually developed, and busy shipping routes led along the continent to Area O and Area C. At its peak, nearly a hundred cargo ships entered and exited the port of Rhodes every day.

After that, the Kancolle Headquarters and Berea Academy were gradually built.

This is completely different from the situation in other areas.

But these are all history, the problem now is how to conduct the experiment.

Musashi pursed his lips, pondered for a moment, and then continued, "What if there is other support? Can the experiment be carried out?"

"Support? Headquarters? It shouldn't be in time, right? I see the time requirement in the document is quite high." Dean Saratoga seemed a little confused.

Musashi shook his head. "It's not a headquarters, but it's already very strong support. You can roughly think of it as... twenty shipgirls with similar strength to mine."

"Huh?" Dean Saratoga's eyes widened, staring blankly at Musashi, then slowly moved his gaze to the Napoleon cake on the coffee table. "Could it be that the yogurt inside is expired?"

Otherwise why would Musashi say such outrageous words.

Twenty ship girls with similar strength to her?

There are only two possibilities. Either Musashi has become weaker in the past few decades, as weak as a newly born ship girl.

Or maybe it was because she had just eaten expired yogurt and now she had some problems in her brain.

"Saratoga, I am very serious." Musashi pursed his lips and said seriously.

"Even if you're serious..." Saratoga shook her head in disbelief. "Instead of believing this, I'd better go talk to those free ship girls."

"Saratoga, just tell me first, is it possible or not?" Musashi frowned, a hint of gold flashed in his eyes, and he said slightly seriously.

Saratoga shrank her neck and tilted her head to think for a moment. "If you add twenty of you, it's just right. It's a very delicate situation."

"Very subtle?"

"It may solve the current problem of staff shortage, but if a more serious situation arises, even the situation described in the document, it will not be so effective." Saratoga said slowly.

Musashi's brow furrowed. "The contents of this document were planned based on the current scale of the Rhodes Headquarters. Now there's such a huge shortage of manpower—how many Freedom Girls have had problems?"

"This...how would I know? But it's true that some people have already left. Half an hour before you came, two free ship girls who used to come to help told me that they were planning to leave Rhodes." Sarato spread his hands.

Musashi was silent for a long time, and finally sighed, "I understand. I need to go back and discuss it. I'll give you an answer tomorrow."

"Okay." Minister Saratoga nodded, looked at Musashi slowly leaving, but couldn't help but shook his head slowly.

Chapter 1150 I haven't drunk for half an hour

Time passed little by little, and the lounge was still noisy and warm.

Huang Chen felt that the cold wind outside the window was getting stronger. Although there were no windows in the lounge, he could vaguely hear the sound of snowflakes falling gently on the roof and windowsill.

"It's almost noon."

He looked at the time and was a little surprised that he had stayed in the lounge for so long without realizing it.

"Well, Tallin and Kuibyshev are already preparing lunch. It should be ready in a while." Chapayev shook the wine glass in his hand and smiled while sitting in front of the bar.

"Oh, so Belarus and the others haven't finished yet?" Huang Chen asked again.

"Not yet. Tallinn said before that he didn't know how long the discussion would take," said Chapayev.

Huang Chen nodded.

Hong Liang said happily not far away, "We will definitely prepare some amazing borscht today. After all, the commander is back."

"You only know borscht." Wei Yan muttered inexplicably, holding the kvass and taking a big gulp.

Huang Chen couldn't help but smile, but suddenly he heard a weak voice beside him, "Um, Comrade Commander..."

He raised his head and saw an elf girl with long silver hair and two black strands of hair in front of her eyebrows walking towards him hesitantly.

It was Sevastopol, one of the three generals who had just been drinking with Gangut, but now he seemed to be much more sober.

"Comrade Commander, I was probably, possibly, perhaps, a little drunk just now."

The girl's face was still a little flushed, but her eyes were much clearer than before, with a hint of shyness and embarrassment.

Huang Chen smiled and shook his head, "It's okay, it's not a big deal."

"But..." The girl still seemed a little hesitant, but a girl with long gray hair suddenly came over from the side and put her arm around Sevastopol's shoulders. "Haha, I said Comrade Commander wouldn't care about these things, right?"