Azur Lane: The Azure Life of the Tragic Admiral

As for the Essex... the number of her carrier-based aircraft is 90-100, more than three times that of the Eagle, about three times that of the Glorious, and more than twice that of the Glory.

Of course, it would be extremely unwise to measure combat effectiveness solely by the number of carrier-based aircraft.

However, if the opponent is not the Sirens but those blind humans, the number of carrier-based aircraft is the combat power!

Even if there is only one independent, 24 F6F Hellcats can make the guys at WBI calm down and think about how to talk to him!

If Essex were included, the agents would probably be more calm.

He has always agreed with one idea:

The purpose of reading and cultivating one's character is to enable oneself to talk to idiots calmly, and the purpose of using force is to make idiots talk to oneself calmly.

What's more, the Essex-class ship equipment is very necessary to study!

Chapter 82 The Broken Observer

The WBI matter remained calm on Yang Sikang's side due to the strong intervention of the enterprise.

He had clearly made the move in terms of reputation and counterattack, but the whole thing suddenly had nothing to do with him at all.

The construction was put off until a week later. Before that he had to use up the remaining few days of exercise time and then proceed to take over the ownership of the QX-306 port area and its surrounding areas.

The Siren attack resulted in the abandonment of QX-306 and the evacuation of all surrounding towns.

Now that place is an entirely uninhabited area, so the Azur Lane headquarters generously allocated that large area to him.

"Since these are abandoned areas anyway, why not just give them all to him?"

When Yang Sikang heard that Lexington had convinced others with this reason, he almost laughed out loud.

There is no doubt that the larger the port area, the more beneficial it is to him.

Although this would bring about a longer reconstruction workload and higher reconstruction investment, the reconstruction had already been undertaken by Azur Lane, so he did not need to find ways to raise funds.

In addition, he now has more and more resources at hand, and things are moving in a good direction.

Yang Sikang finished sending out all his documents at night, and early the next morning, several people went to the island where the exercise was held again.

There was no change here from when they left. Everything was still in its original place. It seemed that Qiye and the others had never come to this island at all.

After carefully dealing with the things that were not finished last time, Yang Sikang began to collect the exercise data of the ship girls.

From artillery targets to torpedo targets to simulated air defense scenarios.

They used all the targets they carried and tested them in different formations, ultimately obtaining a wealth of data.

This project took a full day, and this was just the first pass of data.

"Okay, it's almost time to get ready to go back... um..."

On the observation deck, Yang Sikang stopped talking suddenly in the middle of his speech.

The severe headache came without warning, and Yang Sikang fell to his knees on the observation deck in an instant.

Again!

He grabbed the railing with one hand to support himself so as not to fall down, and pressed his temple with the other hand.

His temple was throbbing, and his heart rate was clearly becoming abnormal, making his breathing become more rapid.

Enduring the severe pain, he looked around on the observation deck, and finally...

"What is that...?"

Taking deep breaths and slowing down his breathing as much as possible, Yang Sikang tried his best to focus more on the things in front of him rather than the severe pain in his head.

After a rough estimate, he spoke with difficulty in the communication channel:

"Reputation counterattack, 4 o'clock direction, 8 kilometers away, main gun salvo!"

Upon hearing the order, the two men turned, aimed, and fired at the target that was not even seen without thinking.

Because the view in this direction was blocked by a part of the island extending outward, and there was no object on the ship girls' radars, they could only fire blindly.

A large number of shells flew out of the muzzle, whistling towards the target location.

The position of the first wave of main gun salvos shifted. Yang Sikang took a deep breath and continued to speak while almost holding his breath:

"Extend forward 2 kilometers, 10 kilometers position, fire in unison!"

The vision had begun to blur, and Yang Sikang could only rely on his own vision and experience to barely distinguish and give orders.

His voice had begun to tremble, and even the command just now was tinged with pain.

He could see Belfast and Javelin coming towards him, but in order to facilitate observation, the platform was quite high, and even a ship girl would need some time to climb up the stairs.

The second round of artillery shells flew out, but at this time Yang Sikang could no longer see clearly where they landed.

He grasped the railing tightly with one hand in pain, trying to ease the crazy mumbling and pain in his head.

After a few seconds, the pain subsided as instantly as it had come.

Yang Sikang, who was in a tense state, suddenly relaxed and fell to the ground in an instant.

There were hurried footsteps and then he was helped up.

"I'm fine..."

He took a few deep breaths. Although his vision was still blurry and the crazy mumbling seemed to still echo in his ears, he still managed to speak:

"Just rest for a few minutes, don't worry."

Keep your breathing rhythm going and try to relax your body as much as possible.

Yang Sikang rested like this for a few minutes before his physical condition gradually returned to normal.

But my body still had no strength at all and my vision was blurry as if I was nearsighted.

Rubbing his face, Yang Sikang let out a long sigh and smiled:

"I told you, I'm fine."

"Commander, but just now..."

Yang Sikang touched the head of the javelin and said with a smile:

"Don't worry, I'm fine. It's just a small accident, don't worry."

"But... Commander, you looked very painful just now."

"It's just temporary. Javelin, can you go down and let the others pack up? We're getting ready to return."

"OK, all right."

Javelin looked at Belfast and walked down from the observation deck.

Belfast looked at Yang Sikang with worry in her eyes. Even this dashing head maid didn't have the usual ease at this moment.

"Master, Miss Javelin is no longer a child. You can't fool her with such words."

"I know, but there are some things that are better not to know."

Yang Sikang sighed helplessly, looked in the direction he had been looking at before with lingering fear and said:

"I saw a high-level Siren, but she looked very strange, very different from the Siren I knew."

Yang Sikang looked at the empty sea area, where the water was slightly different in color due to the previous bombardment.

It looked like a lot of creatures in the sea were killed, but that would also prove that there was nothing there before.

But he clearly saw a Siren appear there, and his headache disappeared after the second round of main gun salvo.

"Master, do you also know a lot about high-level sirens?"

"I understand part of it, but I can't explain these things for now."

"Then answer it when you can."

Belfast smiled and helped Yang Sikang up, looking straight into his eyes:

"But as your head maid, I think you should talk to Miss Javelin about these things. Miss Javelin is really worried about you. Of course, we are the same."

Yang Sikang laughed and turned to look at the ship girls who were packing up their things below. They turned their heads and looked over here from time to time. Even without the telescope, I knew they must be worried.

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. The remaining pain had not completely dissipated, but his smile became lighter:

"That's true. Let's go, it's time to go back."

Before leaving, Yang Sikang looked in that direction again.

The distance of 10 kilometers is a long distance even if you look there from the observation deck.

But he saw the appearance of that thing clearly. From the appearance, it was clearly the observer, but the observer's state or her image had big problems.

Most of the observer's iconic tentacles were destroyed, half of the head disappeared, and there was no light in the eyes.

One leg disappeared below the knee, leaving behind a hideous laceration, as if the leg had been forcibly pulled off by something.

She had a lot of wounds on her body, most of which looked like they were caused by shelling or bombing, but the strange thing was that even so, she still did not sink.

No, perhaps it should be said another way. It was not that the observer did not sink, but that something supported her and prevented her from sinking.

But he could not see clearly what was supporting the broken observer.

What worried him even more was something that appeared and disappeared together with that thing, which was a spherical red translucent spider web that surrounded its body and expanded outwards with it as the center.

If a Siren appeared, he wouldn't be too worried even if a Builder appeared.

But that unknown thing seems to have the power to kill the observer, and it also possesses that strange ability.

What made Yang Sikang most uneasy was that the thing appeared at the same time as his headache and mumbling, which meant that the thing was most likely the source of his abnormality.

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The sun sets in the west and the moon rises in the east.

When day and night are replaced, the bright moonlight shines on the sea, making the night ocean seem even more gloomy and silent.

Even on busy routes during the day, the night is much quieter, especially on the sea off an uninhabited island.

At the place where the battleship's main guns had fired during the day, a layer of transparent "shell" appeared out of thin air, and then shattered silently like a soap bubble being poked by a dry steel needle.

A spherical dark red spider-web-like thing covered an area of ​​the sea. In the center, a badly damaged body of an observer was sitting on the sea in an extremely awkward posture.

Even at night, the dark shadow behind the 'Observer' is still vaguely visible.

It was a darkness different from the darkness of the night. It was as if it absorbed all the light around it without reflecting it, and it was completely black like a black hole.

The Observer turned his head stiffly, and low mutterings echoed continuously inside the spider web. The Observer stood up on one foot, and a ball of black mist replaced the other broken leg. He took awkward steps forward, just like a patient who had been bedridden for a long time finally taking the first step out of bed.

"no!"

A girl's voice suddenly appeared on the sea at night, and then the sea surface 'bulged' and then separated.

The girl walked up from below the sea level and stood firmly on the sea surface, glaring at the 'Observer'.

The moonlight cast a layer of silver on the sea surface, and the girl's long hair fluttered in the night sea breeze.

The girl seemed to be still a child, wearing a blue, white and red outfit that looked like a swimsuit or a sailor suit. The white knee-high socks on her legs had long been stained with dark red and black, and her originally pure white long hair was no longer the same as before.

The girl's body was covered with traces of battle, and even the metal parts around her body had a lot of signs of repair, and some of the front ends were even missing a small part.

Several symbols that are not sure whether they are letters or numbers can be vaguely seen on the side of the girl's thigh. If you look carefully, you can vaguely make out a vertical line that looks like the lower half of 1 or 7, and the numbers 0 and 3 with a small part obscured at the back.

The moment the girl appeared, the whispering stopped and the 'Observer' also stopped.

Unintelligible sounds rang out one after another, but the girl seemed unaffected and just kept shaking her head.

"No, no! We clearly agreed that no one can get close to the commander now! Go back, or I will drop torpedoes!"

The torpedo launchers on both sides of the waist are facing the sea, ready to go.

The 'Observer' was silent for a long time, and finally sank slowly into the water.

The girl turned her head, some fluorescence reflected from the corners of her eyes, and then she shook her head violently, and like the 'Observer', she was gradually pulled under by the sea water.

Chapter 83 New Year's Eve Dumplings

Despite the unexpected events, Yang Sikang still insisted on completing all the scheduled work during the following exercises.

The experience from his previous life allowed him to make an alternative decision when facing danger. Instead of hiding in the port area and worrying every day and daydreaming about it, he focused more on improving himself as quickly as possible.

As long as he is strong enough, danger is no longer a danger.