Elder brother's garrison

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"Whoosh————"

Then, a round object, like a white meteor, flew from the other side of the sky like a precisely targeted missile and slammed into the girl's delicate face, which was still facing the sea.

"clang!"

For a fleeting moment, a metallic clanging sound emanated from the white object and the girl's face.

"Whoa!" The girl, who was still marveling at the beauty of life, was hit by this white sphere and suffered a critical hit.

The girl fell backward.

The girl opened the doorway, and Bismarck, dressed in black, hurried past.

Bismarck seemed to catch a glimpse of the girl lying on the ground, killed by a single shot.

She stepped back, her scarlet eyes looking at the girl lying inside the door.

"Taihou?" Bismarck called out the girl's name.

"Hmm... Huh? Hmm. Hahaha." Upon hearing Bismarck's voice, the girl named Taihou quickly sat up from the ground and gave Bismarck an innocent smile. "Good morning, Bismarck-neechan."

The missile seemed to have considerable force, as it blew the delicate nose of the girl named Taihou red.

If it weren't for the ship's protective gear, the child could probably have been taken to the hospital in no time.

“Yes.” Bismarck nodded, glancing toward the girl’s side.

Beside the girl, a snow-white baseball lay unharmed on the ground.

Bismarck sighed.

"It must be those destroyers playing baseball again," Bismarck said.

"Ah, baseball, that's a really fun activity." Taihou, completely oblivious to being hit, picked up the baseball next to her and laughed happily. "But if the baseball gets here, they won't have anything to play with, so I'd better get it over there quickly."

“Didn’t this thing just smash you to the ground?” Bismarck asked.

“Sports games are bound to have some minor accidents, right? It’s okay, haha.” Taihou laughed. “Besides, it’s not the first or second time I’ve been hit by something like this, so Bismarck-neechan, don’t worry about me, hahaha.”

Bismarck looked at Taihou holding the baseball and nodded silently.

"I'm glad you don't mind." Bismarck left Taihou's house.

"Goodbye, Bismarck-neechan," Taihou said, holding a baseball as she bid farewell to Bismarck.

"Hmm." Bismarck's voice reached Taihou's ears.

Watching Bismarck leave the dormitory building, Taihou put the baseball into her ship equipment space and touched her nose.

To be honest, my slightly swollen nose feels a little sour to the touch.

Da Feng couldn't help but laugh out loud.

It's okay, the destroyers didn't do it on purpose anyway.

In other words, to be able to fly that far, that's an amazing home run! Rather than feeling unfortunate, I should be more like a spectator who personally witnessed this home run.

Thinking about it this way actually made me a lot happier.

Da Feng smiled as she packed her things and closed the door.

The place where destroyers usually play games... should be the strategic base over there in the plaza.

Taiho isn't a destroyer, so it rarely goes there normally.

She went downstairs and walked towards the destroyer's strategic base.

Tai-feng is an unlucky person.

Perhaps the word "bad luck" is not enough to describe Taiho.

Dafeng must have been a woman accompanied by misfortune.

While it's not quite to the point of being plagued by bad luck, in daily life, one can easily be possessed by strange things without even realizing it.

For example, a frying pan falling from the sky, a baseball falling from the sky, a robot with white wings falling from the sky, a red-haired girl who is utterly rude and is slashing herself with a knife falling from the sky, a primary school student who likes to deduce things and wears glasses and a red bow tie falling from the sky, and an editor of a novel website who can kill a cow with one punch falling from the sky, and so on.

Even so, it seems that Tai-feng's daily life is quite fulfilling.

No matter what, you must always be optimistic about life.

Everything has a good side and a bad side. As long as you face it with a positive attitude, there will be no problem.

Thinking this, Da Feng also went downstairs.

As soon as she came downstairs, Taifeng originally intended to return the baseball to the destroyer's strategic base, but before she could even find the direction of the destroyer's strategic base, she saw several destroyers running towards her in the distance, their faces streaked with tears.

"Woo woo woo woo woo woo————" Several destroyers seemed to have seen a demon and were seeking some kind of protection, and they ran towards him.

Ahhhhhh.

That's quite rare.

"What...is...it...that...you guys want to see me about?" Daihou was about to ask the group of destroyers why they were crying, but in the next second, for some reason, these kids tripped over a strange stone that had appeared on the ground.

You all know about destroyer propulsion, right?

They often go over thirty speeds, and some even over forty.

If an ordinary person is tripped, they will at most slide a few meters on the ground, but if a destroyer is tripped while sprinting at full speed, it will become a human missile.

Da Feng's expression gradually stiffened.

She watched as the group of destroyers flew towards her in mid-air.

"Hey?"

"Hey hey hey hey hey hey???"

It was making a rumbling sound.

Taiho was hit by the incoming destroyers.

Chapter 171 It's all Changchun's fault!

This story begins that morning.

Fubuki has been sullen these past few days since she returned from June 1st.

The task Xiaobai gave Fubuki was to help Surcouf level up. This task itself was not a problem. As a max-level destroyer, Fubuki had already destroyed at least 800 to 1000 submarines in 6-1.

To exaggerate a bit, 6-1 is like home to Fubuki. The Deep Sea Girls there are both weak and kind, and Fubuki loves being there.

Leveling up with Sukuf went very smoothly.

When fuel runs out, just pack up and refuel; when ammo runs out, just recharge; if you get hit, just use a damage control kit; everyone has a damage control unit and goes to fight the deep-sea monsters one-on-one. In short, it's all about recklessness.

Only the White Knights in the whole world would be so reckless as to waste resources on upgrading a single cannon.

Sulph slowly went from being a timid, indifferent person who could only tremble and watch Fubuki lead her sisters into a chaotic battle to someone who could actually get involved and fire a few shots.

Under such high-intensity and high-density training, Sukupov is also getting stronger at an extremely rapid pace.

This is the advantage of having the world's number one naval base as a backer; Sukoff doesn't need to worry about resources or personal danger, and can just focus on getting things done.

And so, nearly a month passed, and Surcouf had almost caught up with the training level of the ship girls in the naval base.

Then, Fubuki, the captain who led Surcouf to become stronger by stomping fish in 6-1, also ran to the naval base looking for Shiro, looking dejected.

Then, she saw Lexington rapidly scribbling on various documents in his hands while answering the phone.

"I'm sorry, Little Snowflake, Little White has gone for further studies and may not be back for a while."

Can't come back.

Can't come back.

not coming.

Fubuki returned to the strategic base as if she had lost her soul.

She suddenly felt that all her efforts over the past month had vanished.

Ah...life is so boring...I have no motivation...

After a whole day, Fubuki looked like a watercolor painting that had been soaked and faded.

It transformed into a white-on-black sketch-like entity and sat in a corner of the strategic base.

Chu Xue felt she should do her part to help her older sister who was on the verge of becoming a cripple.

So one morning, Chuxue brought a baseball to her older sister.

"Sister Fubuki, let's play baseball!"

Japanese ship girls always have a certain fondness for baseball, a sport full of passion.

Although Fubuki had already entered a state of utter despair, she did not reject Hatsuyuki's suggestion.

They assembled a group of destroyers and drew the terrain with chalk on the vast parade ground.

Fubuki is the batter, and Hatsuyuki is the pitcher.

The rules of baseball are a bit complicated to explain, so for now, let's just understand it simply as follows: Fubuki must hit Hatsuyuki's ball with the big yellow wooden bat within Hatsuyuki's three pitching opportunities.

Fubuki, now faded to black and white, held a stick, her small mouth open, and a strange entity called a soul flew out of her mouth, hovering in mid-air.

"Is your sister alright?" Kongxiang asked from behind Chuxue, holding his head.

"I don't know," Chu Xue shook her head. "My sister rarely looks this down."

"Oh ho," Kongxiang replied.

"Speaking of which, aren't you feeling wronged, you spent so much time with us in 6-1, and now the Admiral has disappeared?" Chu Xue asked.

"Hmm? I'm not upset at all." Kongxiang seemed to be quite open-minded about this. "The admiral will be back."

“That makes sense…” Chu Xue sighed. “If only my sister could be as open-minded as you are.”

The reason why Fubuki worked so hard this month was largely because she wanted to get praise from Shiro.

First Snow threw the baseball in her hand toward where Fubuki was.

She lost it very slowly.

However, Fubuki still couldn't catch it; her swing speed was like that of an old lady in her twilight years, several beats slower.

"Second time!" Kongxiang was the referee. Because she always played with these Japanese destroyers, she knew some baseball rules. Seeing that Fubuki missed the first hit, she raised her hand.

The receiver behind Fubuki is Shirayuki, who throws the baseball back.

"Go, Fubuki-neechan!" Shirayuki encouraged Fubuki in front of her.

Although Shirayuki and Hatsuyuki are currently playing Fubuki's opponents, they still hope to see Fubuki win the match in high spirits.

"Oh... okay..." Fubuki put away her stick, still looking dejected.

"Speaking of which, what about Changchun?" The destroyer, who was watching the game from the sidelines, started chatting because of Fubuki's lackluster performance.

"Changchun? Oh, it has indeed been a long time since I've seen her. Isn't she at the garrison headquarters lately?"

"Oh? Don't you know? Changchun went to study with the Admiral. He's been gone for a month."

Just then, the first snow threw a second baseball at Fubuki.

Changchun?

Did he go with the admiral?

A month?

While I was tearing the deep sea apart with my bare hands?

kindness? ? ?

Fubuki opened her eyes wide.

The soul floating in mid-air was bitten back by her, and its color returned to her body as if time had reversed.

"Changchun! Changchun!"

As Fubuki shouted, she took a hard step forward.

The yellow bat seemed to burn with flames, slamming into the baseball with unstoppable momentum.

"You! You! You! Cheating! Cat! Aa ...

The girl's resentment seemed to become fuel, and this swing, driven by the Fubuki-class ship girl, turned into a magnificent home run.