Elder brother's garrison

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Saratoga's breathing was clearly out of control, and she had entered a berserk state. She continued to howl wildly as if she hadn't heard Bismarck's voice.

Dozens of planes circled overhead, creating a series of loud, noisy noises.

While guarding the castle gates, Bismarck sensed the frenzied aura emanating from Saratoga.

Bismarck, clearly sensing something was wrong, rushed to the scene immediately.

However, the situation seems to have reached a point where it cannot be reversed.

Bismarck glanced around, trying his best to understand the situation.

Xiaobai is not here.

There are traces of fighting.

Saratoga has gone berserk.

"Is that so..." Bismarck's heart skipped a beat. "Am I late again..."

Now is not the time for regrets.

Anyone can guess what Saratoga will do now.

She wants to blow up the island.

—Okay, let's blast it!

Bismarck didn't have any good feelings towards this island. In fact, he thought it would be better if this island, which had hurt Little White twice in one day, sank sooner rather than later.

While this isn't something Saratoga can't do given her abilities, don't forget that dozens of admirals are gathering on this island, meaning that, including the local naval base, there are hundreds of ship girls on the island.

Even if Saratoga can take on ten or twenty at once, it doesn't mean she can ignore hundreds of ship girls and destroy the island.

And the most important thing right now is not to take such retaliatory actions.

"Saratoga! Stop!" Bismarck shouted at Saratoga.

Saratoga didn't listen.

Bismarck frowned deeply as he looked at the dozens of planes in the sky, their killing intent growing stronger.

The situation in Saratoga was far more serious than Bismarck had imagined.

Losing Xiaobai was a huge blow to her.

kindness?

noob?

Bismarck placed his hands on Saratoga's shoulders and took a deep breath.

"Are you going to kill Little White with your own plane?!"

Saratoga's mournful cries stopped abruptly, as if she had caught something in her throat.

She slowly turned her head and looked at Bismarck in front of her.

Saratoga's lips moved, and she uttered Bismarck's name somewhat stiffly.

“By…Small Sister…”

--efficient.

"I...I..." Saratoga, regaining her senses, slumped to the ground, her eyes vacant, and began to sob softly, "I'm sorry...Bismarck...Waaah..."

The planes in the sky finally lost their target and reason for attack, and slowly shrank back into the ship's rigging behind Saratoga.

Saratoga collapsed against Bismarck's chest and wept helplessly.

“It’s alright…it’s alright…” Bismarck hugged Saratoga and patted her back gently. “I’m here. I’ll take care of everything. It’s alright, it’s alright.”

Saratoga trembled silently, her hands gripping Bismarck's clothes tightly.

“There’s not much time left, Saratoga.” After comforting Saratoga, Bismarck looked around. “Tell me the details.”

Strangely, despite the commotion in Saratoga, no admiral came out of the castle to check on the situation.

Saratoga knew this wasn't the time for tears. She rubbed her eyes hard, took a few deep breaths, and slowly calmed herself down.

Saratoga quickly recounted the details, from when the little white rabbit jumped off the castle to the last moment of his rampage.

Bismarck lowered his head and thought for a while.

"Admiral Network..." Bismarck pondered for a moment, head bowed, "...Suppressing ship girls...?"

She stood up.

“It seems the Admiral's Network can counter the power of ship-mounted systems.” Bismarck nodded. “Okay, I understand.”

"Does Bismarck have a solution?" Saratoga grabbed Bismarck's clothes, as if grasping at her last hope.

“We don’t need ship equipment.” Bismarck nodded. “Using ship equipment would only make us more vulnerable to suppression, so we can just not use it.”

There's another ship girl there.

"Just beat her up." Bismarck's thinking on this matter was quite simple. "Our goal right now isn't how to defeat her. Let's find Little White first."

"……it is good."

Bismarck closed his eyes and thought for a while.

“I’ll go to the dock. It’s easier to sense Little White’s presence on the sea. If Ella takes Little White away from this island, I’ll sense it immediately.” Bismarck helped Saratoga up. “Saratoga, you go to the city center. If Ella doesn’t intend to leave the island, she should be hiding her in the city. If I can’t find Little White at the dock, I’ll rush there immediately.”

Saratoga nodded.

“Remember, don’t go to Ella’s naval base yet. If I’m right, there are only our enemies on this island right now,” Bismarck said. “If Ella only took Little White away, then she probably doesn’t intend to harm him, so Little White is not in immediate danger. Don’t rush, search carefully. Do you remember Richelieu’s scent?”

Ship girls can sense each other.

Although finding this kind of connection can be as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack in crowded places, it's not impossible if you look for it slowly.

Saratoga nodded.

"Alright, time is running out. Let's move out."

Bismarck and Saratoga are ship girls who are soldiers in the naval base.

With Bismarck as her leader, Saratoga was also motivated to act and quickly disappeared into the darkness of the island.

Bismarck watched Saratoga's figure slowly disappear before slowly bending down.

She grasped her other hand, which was trembling incessantly.

—She was even more afraid than Saratoga.

At times like these, Saratoga had Bismarck to rely on, while Bismarck had nothing.

As an elder, Bismarck could not show a panicked appearance in front of Saratoga, otherwise, it would be truly the end.

Bismarck and Lexington were among the elders of the naval base.

Therefore, Bismarck often considers things more thoroughly, and he is no longer the impulsive person he was when he first entered the naval base.

She had to consider the garrison's livelihood, and the hundreds of sisters behind her.

The people around her were impulsive enough.

Therefore, a sufficiently rational person is needed.

That's why Lexington can trust Little White.

“…an eye for an eye…a blood for a blood.” Bismarck clenched his fist. “If Little White loses a single hair.”

Bismarck stared coldly at the ground, his expression extremely serious.

Even if my body is forever plunged into the deep sea...

—Admiral Network.

—That's something used to bully ship girls, after all.

If Bismarck were no longer a ship girl.

Will it still be useful?

Chapter 58 An Ordinary Battleship

After parting ways with Saratoga, Bismarck immediately went to the dock on Colorado Island.

Corola is a tourist island, so even late at night, the pier near the market is still brightly lit.

The market was quite crowded, mostly with tourists who hadn't had enough and were still wandering around the bustling night market.

Bismarck glanced indifferently at the people in the distant market, then secretly jumped off the dock.

Just like jumping onto concrete, Bismarck landed steadily on the water's surface, where several silver ripples spread under the moonlight.

The ocean has a particularly dense moisture content, so things like smells are very faint.

Even though Bismarck had a very sensitive sense of smell, she couldn't clearly smell the scent of the little white dog.

Given the speed of a high-speed battleship, even if someone were to race at full speed across the sea and knew the direction they were going, Bismarck would absolutely have no chance of catching up.

Fortunately, even ship girls carrying two people cannot travel too far. After all, the ocean is the deep sea, and if they encounter an attack from the deep sea, they will be too restricted to escape easily while carrying two people.

“…It should be by boat.” Bismarck glanced back at the timetable by the dock as he ran toward the edge of the island.

There was no ship that left ten minutes ago. Considering that the ship girls can catch up with the ship after it leaves, the timeframe will be extended to nearly two hours.

—No.

Corola Island itself is quite remote, so it doesn't attract many people to take boats too late at night, and there are no boats coming and going during this time.

Is it a private boat?

Bismarck's brows furrowed tightly.

If it's a private boat, then the destination is uncertain.

If, as Bismarck suspected, Ella took Little White and left Corola Island on a private boat, then the problem becomes very serious.

Many people buy real estate in Corola Island to live there long-term, including many wealthy businessmen, and it's quite normal for them to own several idle private boats.

Bismarck's mood began to turn anxious.

Once you leave Corola Island, it's truly like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Bismarck gritted his teeth and looked around.

In just a short while, Bismarck had already left the safe zone on Corola Island.

—At this distance, you should be able to smell it.

Bismarck closed his eyes, raised his nose, and gently sniffed.

The fishy smell of the sea.

Dense water vapor.

It was like a mist that diluted everything.

……

There's also a faint, sweet aroma.

Bismarck opened her eyes with a snap.

She stared in one direction.

"Is this the place?" Bismarck dashed towards that direction at lightning speed.

Private boats that can drift in the waters near Corola Island must be at least large vessels and should be quite easy to spot.

After speeding along for more than ten minutes, Bismarck indeed spotted a ship in the sea ahead.

It is a fishing boat.

Strangely, the fishing boats had stopped, as if they were waiting for Bismarck.

Bismarck slowly came to a stop, looking hesitantly at the fishing boats not far away.

"Yo!" Right in front of the fishing boat stood a ship girl with long chestnut hair.

She stood gracefully on the water, dressed in a white top and short skirt, holding a blood-stained garment in her hands.

Bismarck looked toward the blood-stained clothes.

The scent of Xiaobai comes from here.