Elder brother's garrison

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But after only one day at the newbie naval base, Montana discovered that the so-called Deepsea Dean, once you strip away the Deepsea ship equipment and Deepsea aura, is really no different from a ship girl.

They all possess beautiful and lovely appearances, alluring figures, fresh and soft bodies, and... harmless and innocent personalities in a sense.

It’s weird.

Why didn't humans discover this sooner?

If it had been discovered earlier, the world would probably be at peace by now.

Montana stopped in her tracks, a hint of regret on her face.

However... although I've seen many new things in the newbie naval base, there's still one thing that hasn't satisfied me.

That is... apart from Admiral Shiro, no one else Montana has seen in this naval base—whether they are ship girls, Abyssal Deans, or anything else—does possess the strength to fight him head-on. Previously, in order to find an opponent of equal skill, Montana deliberately lingered around Shiro, carefully observing every ship girl and Abyssal Dean who greeted Shiro.

Apart from the admiral, everyone else in this garrison is too "weak".

No, that's not right.

It must be because I'm blessed by the special ship girl that I'm so "powerful".

Montana looked at his palm and thought to himself.

My normal self... doesn't seem to be this strong. I should at most be a relatively strong ship girl who can fight the Deep Sea Deans to a 70-30 chance.

Montana sighed.

Montana no longer wanted to spar with White. After all, the knife in White's hand was far too dangerous for Montana. Fighting White felt like playing with fire, with his life constantly threatened by that knife.

Montana was really worried that if there was a next time, what if Little White lost his grip during the fight, and the Deep Sea Killer flew out, pierced through the massive protective shield, stabbed into his throat, and severed his head in two?

Montana is not afraid of death.

Montana could accept the feeling of both sides risking their lives in a life-or-death battle.

But that doesn't mean Montana enjoys risking his life for nothing.

Little White has proven that as long as she draws her sword, Montana is basically doomed to lose or even die when facing her. Therefore, the battle between Montana and Little White has lost its meaning.

The battle with Xiaobai... just once, just for the thrill.

Montana lowered her hand, and as she listened to the wind blowing past her ears, her expression turned somewhat forlorn.

I can never beat the admiral, but no one but the admiral can ever defeat me...

His own life was stuck here, unable to go up or down.

Is it possible that I will never find an opponent in my life and will only be destined to live a relatively unsuccessful life on a ship?

Just when Montana began to doubt himself.

Suddenly.

Montana's ears twitched.

Crack... Crack...

A gentle breeze carried the crisp sound of chains scraping against the floor to Montana's ears.

Chapter 3103 Akashi doesn't taste good...

The sound of chains was crisp and faint, accompanied by a sudden breeze.

"Ok?"

Montana, who was deep in thought, twitched her ears slightly and instinctively looked in the direction of the sound.

Montana is currently in the Woods Garden of the Newbie Town Hall.

In the garden, narrow, slender paths lead to many roads, and lush green plants stand tall all around, their leaves verdant and verdant. When a gentle breeze blows, the leaves rub against each other, making a pleasant rustling sound.

"Was that... the sound of chains scraping against the ground?"

Montana looked thoughtfully at the woods in front of her, then subconsciously closed her eyes and stood there listening intently for a while.

The sound of chains had vanished as if it were a hallucination.

"Could it be an illusion?" Montana waited for a long time but didn't hear the sound of chains again. She muttered to herself as she looked at the lush forest in front of her, "The sound of chains scraping against the ground is quite unique. The environment of this naval base is relatively peaceful, so there shouldn't be any need for chains... Did some destroyer secretly bring them out to play with as toys? Or... did I mishear the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves?"

Montana walked to the edge of the path, reached out and gently parted the lush green leaves to the left and right.

Beyond the lush green leaves lay another path, but it was now deserted, with only a few green leaves lying on the paving stones.

The infrastructure in the newbie naval base is always quite impressive.

Like the garden of the naval base for newbies, it is in a sense like a real tourist forest. The countless winding paths inside are like a maze for first-time visitors. The end of each path may be an exit, or it may be a rockery and a spring, or it may be a unique landscape such as a pavilion, flower bed, pool and fountain.

"No one is here... Could I have really misheard?"

Montana thoughtfully withdrew her head, thought for a moment, and then snapped her fingers.

Snapped!

With a crisp snap of his fingers, Montana's body glowed with a faint golden light.

As the light faded, a high-tech tactical coat, tactical goggles, and an exoskeleton covering Montana's legs appeared on his body.

Montana raised her hand and pressed in the air, causing the lenses of her tactical goggles to pop out, and lines of data flashed through them.

“I remember the tactical jacket’s recording system has video and audio playback functions—as for the video… although I didn’t summon the tactical jacket just now, the video recording probably can’t be reproduced, but fortunately the audio format is not limited by the medium, so it should be automatically recording for me. Let me pull up the recording from a few minutes ago to listen to it.” Montana’s fingers tapped lightly in the air in front of her as if she were typing on a keyboard. As she operated, she suddenly chuckled, rubbing her forehead. “Sigh… speaking of which, why am I so serious about the occasional sound I hear on the roadside? I could have just asked the admiral about this when I got back… This is really not my style.”

Montana made a self-deprecating remark, but his fingers showed no sign of stopping.

Like a sense of mission, or a kind of destiny-like urgency, Montana inexplicably wanted to investigate what had just happened.

Montana always felt like something was waiting for him.

Montana quickly retrieved the audio from a few minutes earlier from the tactical jacket's system.

Montana clicked on the audio.

The audio played back with clear sound quality.

The audio played initially consisted of a very peaceful and natural sound of leaves rubbing together, mixed with footsteps and the muttering of a familiar woman.

"That was close! That ship girl named Renown is really perceptive."

Montana's voice came through the audio.

The sound, accompanied by footsteps, continued for a while, followed by the sounds of the natural breeze and leaves.

Then, amidst such peaceful melodies...

Suddenly, as if a discordant note had been abruptly inserted into a beautiful melody, a faint sound of a chain being dragged rang out.

Crack... Crack...

The sound of chains dragging quickly disappeared.

Montana paused the audio, dragged the progress bar forward, and listened to the sound of chains several times.

After a while, Montana gently waved his hand, retracted the system of his tactical jacket, and looked at the path across the way, separated by the trees.

"It seems that the sound just now was not a hallucination."

“It’s true that someone dragged a chain along that path.”

"Um……"

"How interesting. What kind of person would drag chains through the garden of this garrison?"

Montana rested his chin on his hand, gazing at the path with a smile on his lips.

"Although I could probably find the answer by asking the admiral when I get back... the admiral is probably not available right now. Since it's free time now, I might as well follow this path and take a look."

As Montana finished speaking, he smiled, bent his knees, and lightly jumped towards the woods.

Swoosh—Stay

Montana leaped up effortlessly, vaulting over the trees without a single leaf touching him, and landed on the path opposite.

"This really makes one... eager to try it out."

……

My father cried (Part 3) Ga la...

Crack...

The crisp sound of chains scraping the ground echoed continuously on the road.

At the end of this garden path lies the heart of the garden, a fountain filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers. Several tiny birds chirp and flit about in the fountain's jets of water.

A tall, slender, pale-skinned, barefoot woman stopped in front of the fountain.

The woman's face, above the nose, was covered by a layer of rough gauze. Although the gauze covered most of her features, judging from the exposed lips and face shape alone, she was still a woman with a cold and beautiful appearance.

Unfortunately... for some reason, this woman was always shrouded in an exceptionally cold and profoundly dangerous aura.

As the woman stopped in front of the fountain, even though she didn't move at all, simply standing there motionless like a statue, the birds in the statue seemed to be startled and scattered rapidly. Even the sound of the fountain droplets falling into the pool seemed a little flustered.

The woman gazed quietly at the fountain, her eyes seemingly able to see directly through the gauze in front of her.

She stood there for a short while, then slowly turned to the side and stepped onto another path.

Crack...

Crack...

The woman wore a slightly tattered foreign military uniform. The hem of her long robe was tattered, and almost no fabric could be seen below her waist. Her bare legs extended from the robe, her thighs were snow-white and full, her knees were rounded, her calves were long and slender, her arches were perfect, and her toes were long and crystal clear. Her bare feet, without any shoes or socks, stepped on the cold floor tiles. Her feet, which could be described as works of art, were bound by a rusty and extremely heavy shackle. The blood-red embroidery stains stained the woman's ankles with each touch, the snow-white and blood-red colors standing out conspicuously.

Although the shackles were heavy, they did not seem to affect the woman's movements. They simply made a crisp and distinct metallic clanging sound with each step she took.

The woman was walking slowly when suddenly she heard a rustling sound coming from the grass around her.

next second.

"Eek—Meow!!!"

With a cry of someone who had fallen, a green figure suddenly plummeted from above the woman's head.

Along with the lush green figure, a basket filled with tender green shoots also fell to the ground.

The basket filled with tender buds fell first, landing on the woman's head, and the buds instantly covered her entire body.

The woman with the basketball hoop on her head remained expressionless. Without any fluctuation, she reached out and gently took the green figure onto her arms.

Boom!

The green figure caught by the woman was a ship girl with long green hair, a petite figure, wearing a modified sailor uniform, and whose panicked eyes gleamed with a kind of clever and mischievous light that seemed to be etched into her very bones.

"Waaaah—Akashi, Akashi's tender sprout—"

Akashi, who had just been caught by the woman, had barely recovered her senses when she saw the tender buds covering the woman's entire body.

Akashi immediately let out a painful scream as if she had lost a treasure. She rushed to the woman and began picking at the scattered buds on the woman's shoulders and chest.

"This, this is all stuff Akashi painstakingly collected! Dip it in egg wash, coat it in breadcrumbs, fry it into snacks, and you can make so much money selling it to the ship girls, meow—" Akashi cried loudly, clutching the tender sprout in her arms, "Why was it Akashi who got caught instead of the basket? Akashi would rather be thrown hard onto the floor, meow—"

"..." The woman with the basketball hoop on her head remained silent, her arms outstretched, like a statue.

Just then, another crisp footstep sounded.

"Huh? Akashi, what's wrong? Are you alright?!"

Accompanying the crisp sound of footsteps was a delicate yet swift speech.

Then, another petite figure, shimmering in blue, emerged from the nearby woods carrying a basket full of tender buds and hurried over.

The deep-sea supply ship trotted up with its short legs. She looked at the scene before her and was about to offer her condolences when she saw the tall woman with a basketball hoop on her head. Her eyes widened in surprise.

"Hey? Frederick? You're here too?"

"..." Tall woman.

"...Huh??? Frederick, is it that Frederick?"

As the deep-sea supply ship called out Frederick the Great's name, Akashi, who had been sobbing in Frederick the Great's arms just a moment ago, suddenly froze. Then, she was greatly surprised, her face turned pale, and she hurriedly hugged the tender sprout in her arms, looking at the basket above Frederick the Great's head. Tears welled up in her two bright yellow eyes in fear, and she stared blankly at Frederick the Great like a leaf, trembling in her arms.

"Akashi, Akashi doesn't taste good, it doesn't taste good... Akashi still has a lot of money to earn, let, let Akashi go, meow..."

Chapter 3104 It's Getting Ignited!

Frederick the Great's fame had already spread throughout the entire newbie garrison.

This is a terrifying existence who can fight the invincible admiral (without drawing his sword) to a standstill. Even the newbie naval base dispatched an entire deep-sea maid squad to restrain her, but they couldn't gain any advantage in front of her!

And most importantly...