The High-Tech Commander of KanColle

Still miss.

At this point, even if Kaga used his fox tail to guess, he knew that there was something wrong with Enterprise's skills!

Then, at the same time, Kaga's plasma shield broke.

Just like locusts devouring crops, Kaga was directly overwhelmed by Enterprise's carrier-based aircraft.

When the carrier-based aircraft left, Kaga's body was covered in filth by Enterprise.

It's all paint from the drill, a patch here, a patch there...

The white fox was dyed with the color that belongs only to the company (bushi)

The exercise was over, and Enterprise turned around and left in style. This way, Kaga should not bother him anymore, right?

What about Kaga? I am a little skeptical about life. Is your company a winner in life?

Born stronger than me, and now he's better than me at cheating... You're not only locking the head, aiming and seeing through, you're also locking the health.

Likewise, Albion was somewhat suspicious of Chuansheng.

She looked down at her blank notebook.

So... I learned this for nothing? How do I learn this?

183. Egil, we won't accept this.

Although the drill used paint bombs specifically for the drill, the airflow generated by the explosion was not fake.

So even if it's an exercise, there will be some bruises or contusions.

Kaga, who had just finished the exercise, had bruises all over his body.

Originally, Tiancheng was thinking of asking Belfast to help arrange the entry into the canal.

But Kaga refused to do so, saying that these were his own scars and he should let them heal on their own, which would also be a spur and motivation to himself who had failed.

Fortunately, they were just simple bruises and contusions, not serious injuries. If they healed on their own, there would be no scars. Otherwise, Amagi would have forced Kaga's head into the canal no matter what.

As a girl, it would be bad if you had scars on your body.

No matter what old injuries it is, as long as the core of the Mind Cube is not a problem, it can be perfectly restored, which can be said to be very convenient.

However, Kaga was still covered in bandages at this time. This was the special medicine that Tiancheng got from Ren Anhe after he agreed not to enter the channel.

"Damn it, Enterprise, they actually have a trick up their sleeve... I'll remember this grudge."

Kaga snorted, and just as he was about to pick up the teacup and take a sip of water, he ended up pulling the wound, and he grimaced in pain.

"Does it hurt?" Tiancheng snorted coldly.

"generally."

Even though Kaga was gasping for air, he still kept his mouth shut.

"Hmph, I'll let you die of pain, but you're so stubborn that you won't go in." Tiancheng said

As he did so, he slapped a plaster for treating bruises and injuries hard on Kaga's back.

Kaga's face suddenly turned pale, and then his limbs stretched out strangely, like a person with cramps, and he kept twitching.

Akagi gloated on the side: "Kaga, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but you were so overwhelmed by your emotions that you were so excited that you forgot the most important thing on the battlefield, which is the enemy's intelligence. You are too confident."

Kaga humbly accepted the advice, but Amagi did not give his sister any face:

"Hmph, you still have the nerve to talk about Kaga? When I was not in Sakura Empire, some people were like they had lost their brains..."

Akagi's dark history was exposed, and he scolded, "Sister!"

"Forget it, Kaga, you've also done the drill and know the difference. Don't cause trouble for their company during this period. They just came back and you dragged them to the drill..."

Tiancheng said.

Kaga nodded slightly: "I understand. After this battle, I also realized that I am still far from it, so I will not challenge the enterprise again in the short term."

Amagi finally smiled. They were all ship girls from the same port, so why were they always fighting with each other?

…………

After a while, the exercises of Kaga and the company have gradually died down... In fact, it is mainly because today is New Year's Eve, and no one has the time to worry about your exercises. We are so busy that we don't have time for it.

“Come to think of it…”

At the gate of the port area, Binjiang and Tashkent hung big red lanterns.

Tashkent asked Binjiang in confusion: "Binjiang, why do Donghuang people want to finish everything on New Year's Eve during the Spring Festival..."

As he spoke, Tashkent was counting the number of things on his fingers.

"Well, worshipping ancestors, hanging lanterns, writing and pasting couplets, slaughtering chickens and sheep, New Year's Eve dinner... there are so many things to do. It feels like there are so many things to do."

Binjiang laughed and said, "Haha, who knows, maybe I can ask those experts and scholars who specialize in these studies in the future. But for now, let's just take care of the current situation first."

"Besides," Binjiang continued, "we are still missing a step. We don't need to worship our ancestors..."

Tashkent: “…”

That's right, why do KanColles have to worship their ancestors? As for the commander... emmm, well, before I knew my identity as a Siren, it was said that my commander would also worship my ancestors as a formality.

After all, we didn’t know who our ancestors were at that time, so we just followed the customs.

But now... it's strange. If we start writing the genealogy from the human side, the name Ren Anhe is definitely the first.

So, my ancestor is actually me?

On the other hand, in terms of status and seniority, Ren Anhe is actually of the same generation as all the Sirens.

So there is no such thing as ancestors. Ren Anhe even asked the observer and came to the conclusion that Sirens? Sirens have no ancestors.

So, Ren Anhe cancelled the subsequent ancestor worship ceremony.

After all, who should the first incense be given to? To yourself?

Too much grass.

"By the way, you hang lanterns here, but where are our couplets and the word 'Fu'? Who did it?" Tashkent asked.

"Oh, we are going to write the couplets and the word 'Fu' right now."

Binjiang said as he hung up the lanterns.

"Comrade, can you write calligraphy?" Tashkent asked a key question.

Binjiang was stunned for a moment: "It seems that the commander can only write with a fountain pen?"

But Binjiang quickly remembered: "Tiancheng knows how to do it. Tiancheng is very good at calligraphy."

Tashkent nodded: "Okay... By the way, move a little to the left, it's a little crooked."

"so?"

"Correct."

…………

Inside the lounge, a long desk was placed in the middle. Ren Anhe stood behind the desk, and pens, ink, paper and inkstone were neatly placed on the desk.

Scylla also stood behind Ren Anhe, saying nothing and looking at Ren Anhe quietly.

Ren Anhe took a deep breath, and then suddenly opened his eyes. His brush strokes were vigorous and powerful. He could be said to be a master of calligraphy...

The above is purely a picture imagined by Ren Anhe himself, but what is the reality?

Although the posture looks like it is correct, in fact, Ren Anhe even holds the brush in the wrong way.

I even tried hard to imitate it, but I just couldn't get used to it, and the words I wrote were crooked and much uglier than my usual handwriting.

"Pfft...Xiao An, your handwriting...is not as good as using a fountain pen."

Prince Eugen couldn't help but laugh when he saw the crooked words.

It looks like a dragon swimming on the paper, but in fact, it's just caterpillars crawling on the paper.

"I have never written calligraphy..." Ren Anhe was a little embarrassed.

"If it doesn't work, let's go buy it on the street." Ren Anhe was a little discouraged, "Anyway, you and I always bought it on the street before."

I had thought that on this first New Year in Hong Kong, I would be able to show off a little bit of my skills, but in the end, it went wrong, I was exposed, I wasn't really good at it at all.

Prince Eugen said, "No, write it yourself, write it yourself. Isn't there Amagi? If it doesn't work, can't I just ask Amagi to come over?"

Ren Anhe thought: "Yes, Tiancheng Society, hurry up and call them over, it's getting late.

Now that we have finished writing, let’s go and post the couplets.”

Amagi arrived soon, followed closely by two giant foxes from the second round of the First Carrier Group...they were two big bodyguards.

"My lord, happy New Year's Eve." Tiancheng said with a smile.

"Happy New Year's Eve." Ren Anhe went straight to the point, "You can write calligraphy, right?"

"Yes." Tiancheng probably guessed what Ren Anhe wanted to do, "Let me do it."

Ren Anhe took the initiative to give up his seat and stood aside: "I'll grind the ink for you."

Tiancheng: "...Master, your grinding posture is also wrong..."

Ren Anhe: “…”

Prince Eugen laughed again, even louder.

After a brief episode, Tiancheng finally started his own thing, which was truly a smooth and seamless writing.

"Okay." Tiancheng said softly, "My Lord, what do you think?"

Ren Anhe moved closer. Although he didn't know much about this, from an outsider's perspective, he could see that this couplet was smooth and elegant in layout, and was a rare piece of good calligraphy.

"Okay, this is it." Ren Anhe said.

Prince Eugen and the others also came over and muttered the contents of the couplet.

"The first line reads 'Spring is a peaceful and happy year', the second line reads 'Colorful lanterns illuminate the gate of peace', and the horizontal scroll reads 'Spring is back to the earth'... It's so beautiful."

"I don't know much about this, so I can only show my ugliness."

"Very good, very good." Ren Anhe said happily.

"Please write a few more, and there is also the word 'Fu'... How many dormitories are occupied now? Just write as many as you like." Ren Anhe said, "Thank you, Tiancheng."

Tiancheng still had a smile as warm as spring breeze: "It's my job... Akagi, Kaga, come and help me, my lord, you can go and do your thing."

Ren Anhe, who was temporarily dismissed to do other things, took Scylla to the kitchen to help. After all, there were only a few people in the entire port area who could cook delicious food, and one of them liked to slack off.

Prince Eugen was criticized by name here.

After Ren Anhe tied his apron with the help of Scylla, he looked around and asked, "Where's Egil?"

Prince Eugen folded his hands, looking happy, but he didn't seem to want to help. When he heard Ren Anhe's question, he responded:

"Isn't this the fishing thing we talked about last time? Now, we're going fishing."

"Really... Befa, there are live fish in our tank, right?"

"Yes, master," said Belfast.

Ren Anhe breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, don't let us be without fish to eat during the New Year..."

…………

Where is Egil at this time? He is near the sea in the harbor.

Last night, Egil observed the sky and made some calculations. He knew that he would be able to catch a big fish here today. What's more, he might even catch a Kyogre... If that doesn't work, a Magikarp will do.

Ahem, but Egil thought he was very good at fishing, but he was overly cautious, so he brought Haman along.

The reason is that Hamman's living ship has cats on board, maybe, right?

Originally, they wanted to rescue Tashkent, but Binjiang took the initiative to take Tashkent.

There's no other way, catching a kitten is better than nothing.

"So, Sister Egil, why did you insist on dragging me over here to go fishing with you?"

Looking at the boundless sea, Harman felt a little bored and even yawned.

She seemed to be setting off firecrackers and sparklers with her friends.

It seems very interesting.