The Journey of Finding My Mother and Me

"What are you doing?"

"I'm looking for our MVP...Ah! Found it, over there!"

The captain smiled and raised his hand.

The statistics ship girl stretched her neck to look, and found that what she was referring to was a ship girl who was wearing a large black military cap and short blond curly hair, standing alone in the sunshine of the pier, not knowing what she was thinking.

Judging by the size, it's either an expulsion or a light cruiser.

"Is she the MVP?"

The statistics ship girl was stunned.

Normally, the MVPs are battleship or aircraft carrier girls. When will it be the turn of destroyer girls and light cruiser girls?

You are not playing me on purpose, are you?

Just to get revenge on the fact that I questioned your record just now?

The statistical ship's wife looked at the captain with suspicious eyes, and the captain's heart trembled: "This, this, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm asking about the MVP among all the ship girls," said the statistical ship girl, "not about the MVP among the destroyer girls."

"That's right, that child is one of all the girls... Ah, I see! I know what you're thinking!"

The name "Child" that came out of his mouth made the captain recall it.

She shook her head and said with a smile: "I was the same as you at the beginning. I underestimated the child's combat power because of her ship type... Phew, I don't need to explain anything. You can see the child's practice level and you will understand."

Practice?

The statistics ship girl was taken aback, and then shifted her gaze to the blond destroyer girl again.

Gradually, her expression changed.

From the initial joy to calm, and then to serious.

I am a level 55 ship girl.

And I can't see the training level of that destroyer girl... In other words, that destroyer girl is at least level 65 or above!

This is a skill that can serve as the main force or even the trump card in most port areas!

"How much practice is that kid?"

"She said it was level 80."

Level 80...

The statistics ship girl subconsciously opened her mouth, good guy, this practice level is higher than that of all the ship girls in her port area!

If it is level 80 training, it is indeed possible to snatch the MVP from all the aircraft carrier battle lines as a destroyer girl.

The statistics ship girl took a deep look at the blonde ship girl standing there alone, and asked, "What about her name?"

"This... I didn't ask."

The captain was a little embarrassed.

did not ask?

The statistics ship girl shook her head immediately, and walked towards where the blonde ship girl was.

Speaking of which, why didn't I know that such a highly skilled ship girl was here?

As she walked, the statistics ship girl who gradually calmed down inevitably had some doubts.

But she quickly remembered one thing.

Yesterday afternoon, it seemed that a few free ship girls who had just received the mission from Ionian City came to support us... Could it be that this high-level ship girl came only yesterday afternoon?

After thinking about it, she walked over to the side of the blond ship girl.

Only then did she notice that the blond destroyer girl in front of her was actually carrying a silver gun on her back.

The luster of the metal was particularly glaring under the sunlight, making the statistical ship's wife dizzy for a while.

And the blonde ship girl, who had noticed her movements a long time ago, asked when she was dizzy: "Excuse me, what's the matter?"

"Huh? Uh, there is something I want to ask you."

"Please ask."

Very polite child!

The statistics ship girl raised her eyebrows and couldn't help but praise in her heart.

She was worried that this kind of high-level kid's character would be particularly naughty... She didn't expect this girl to be quite mature and calm.

I have the heart of a villain and the belly of a gentleman.

Looking at the calm and curious expression of the blond ship girl, the statistical ship girl decided not to be a fool, and introduced herself directly: "I am the ship girl who is responsible for recording the process of the battle just now, and at the same time coordinating the results of the battle."

"Well, thank you for your hard work." The blond ship girl nodded very politely, indicating that she understood her identity, and then asked, "Do you want to ask me about the results of the battle just now?"

"Actually, I just want to ask for your name. After all, your team leader has already guaranteed that you are the MVP... But if you want to talk about the specific results of the battle, I am also willing to listen."

"So that's how it is." The blond ship girl nodded and smiled softly. "Actually, I don't really remember the specific results of the battle... After all, from the moment I was born, I set very clear combat goals for myself on the battlefield, and I don't even know how to count the specific results of the battle."

"What is your goal?"

"Do my best to do my best, protect my companions as much as possible... for my most beloved commander, win one victory after another!"

The blond ship girl said seriously.

A smile appeared on her face.

In her eyes, there is reminiscence and nostalgia.

And the statistics ship girl is confused—for the commander?

Aren't you a free ship girl? !

Where did the commander come from?

The way she looked at the blonde ship girl became more and more weird.And the blond ship girl also came back to her senses at this time, realizing that she was agitated just now and accidentally said what was in her heart.

She quickly took a deep breath and said remedially: "I'm sorry, I said some stupid things... Ahem! Anyway, you are here to ask my name, right?"

The statistics ship lady nodded awkwardly.

She is still struggling with what a commander is.

"My name is Dragoon," the blond ship girl said with a smile, trying to distract her, "I was born in Sardinia, and I'm a commander... ahem! I'm looking for [my commander], determined to become [My Commander] The most loyal escort ship girl!"

212. Dragoon: This is my commander!

The sunshine falling from the sky is warm, and the endless sea is cold. Standing on the island between the sky and the sea, the Dragoon's heart has always been numb.

Looking up at the blue sky and white clouds, and looking down at the land and sea, the cool spring sea breeze gently brushed the girl's cheeks, making her subconsciously raise her hand and press it on her military cap.

After all, if it is accidentally blown away by the strong wind, the scene will be embarrassing.

"You did a great job just now!"

"Hey...well, let me tell you, my practice level just went up a level a few days ago!"

"We haven't cooperated for such a long time, but you and I still have a tacit understanding as always!"

"Thank you just now. If it weren't for your help, I might be hit by the plane released by the deep-sea ship."

"Haha, little things~ little things~"

"Hey, don't go to the cafeteria for lunch later, find a decent restaurant, and just have a drink or something."

"Drinking at noon... You really deserve to be the mother of the Northern Alliance, you can't live without this thing!"

After all, she is the mother of the Northern Alliance.

The dragoon, who had been listening to the jokes among the other ship girls behind him, raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

In her mind, the figures of the Beilian girls she knew instantly appeared... Although she really only knew them, not familiar with them at all, but every time I saw them, they would hold a few wine bottles in their hands.

And nine times out of ten it's vodka.

Even Tashkent, who seems to be about the same age as me, is the same. Every time I meet her face to face in the port area, she is holding tons of bottles of vodka.

This is especially true for other larger Northern Union ships, such as Rosia, Volga, and Aurora, who must bring vodka when they appear.

The Littorio in his own Sardinian camp has complained many times in private whether the people from the North Union do not live in their own dormitory every day, but live in the wine cellar.

Otherwise, how could you carry vodka with you at all times!

I really miss it...

The dragoon sniffed. Since the disappearance of the port area, he hadn't smelled vodka for a long time... Obviously he didn't like this thing very much before.

In addition, I haven't tasted Donghuang cuisine for a long time, I haven't had royal afternoon tea for a long time, I haven't played with the girls of Baiying for a long time, and I haven't listened to some iron-blooded psychopaths bragging for a long time.

Obviously, I didn't pay much attention to these things before, and even hated some things.

but now……

I started to miss these things.

"The book says that nostalgia for things you hated before is a manifestation of growing up, so I'm a bit more mature now."

Unfortunately, it's useless to be mature.

After all, no one cares about whether they have matured, and no one will praise themselves for their growth.

The dragoon smiled self-deprecatingly.

Because I am alone now.

It's just that my solitude is not chic at all... After all, I am not actively solitary, but passively solitary, just like a small fish and shrimp wrapped in a whirlpool, passively leaving the familiar habitat and embarking on my own voyage.

To hell with being chic.

Not only is it not chic, it is also sad.

Unlike many ship girls who were confused and didn't know how the port area disappeared, and woke up after being beaten by the cold wind at midnight, the dragoons experienced the disappearance of the port area in a sober state.

She was on the night shift in front of the commander's door.

It was said that it was the night shift, but it was actually her own night shift. As the commander, Chen Su did not arrange this difficult task for her.

But the dragoons, who have always called themselves [commander's personal guard], have made a schedule for themselves. Even if they are not serving as the secretary ship, they will accurately appear by Chen Su's side according to this schedule, and carefully protect his safety.

However, maybe it is because I feel that there is no danger in the port area... The commander has always ignored my guards.

The dragoon sighed regretfully.

Only when he is the secretary ship, the commander will chat with him.At other times, even if he was standing at the door of his office, he would not deliberately come to greet him.

——Except for occasional inexplicable running over to poke and poke.

But in the eyes of the dragoons, it was nothing. After all, he was just the commander's guard. How could any guard blame the master for not talking with him?

That's why the dragoon has been serving as an escort silently, performing the duties she set for herself in the port area where there is basically no danger - because of this, she occasionally conflicts with another ship lady who always tries to protect Chen Su.

It was Shige Sakura's dumb ninja Akatsuki. The two of them often mistook each other for enemies when they were secretly protecting the commander.

In contrast, Kuroshio, who is also a ninja, is much more mature, and the dragoons have never clashed with her.

But now, neither the commander nor the former companions have seen each other for a long time.

The dragoons still can't figure out what happened that night. Last second, he was standing in front of the commander's office, watching with his own eyes that he arranged for Longfeng, who had just joined the port area, to report to Chongying's dormitory.

As a result, in the next second, he just blinked his eyes, and he was on a deserted coral reef island in the middle of the sea.

The dragoon thought he had fallen into a hallucination at the time, and subconsciously pulled out the musket in the ship's outfit.

But soon, she discovered that this was not an illusion—the sea breeze that slapped her face was so real!

I was transferred!

The flustered dragoons then checked the surrounding environment, packed up the luggage that was transferred out of the port area with him for some unknown reason, and then quickly began to search for the location of the port area.

Fortunately for her, it didn't take long for her to return to the port area.

But she is unlucky, because she has always acted alone, and even when she returned to the location of the port area in her memory, she did not see other companions.

All I could see was the sea glowing white under the moonlight.

"How is this going?"