Elder brother's garrison

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Little White blinked, watching the Deep Sea Will's hand keep approaching its palm.

The Deep Sea Will's palm touched Little White's cheek and gently patted away the cookie crumbs from the corner of Little White's mouth.

Retrieve the seal.

The Will of the Deep Sea lowered its head and gently licked its fingertips.

"Is it delicious?" the Deep Sea Will suddenly asked.

"what?"

"Are the cookies delicious?"

"good to eat."

"Ah."

"...The will of the deep sea?"

"what happened?"

"If you want some cookies, you can ask Xiaohong to make them for you..." Xiaobai bent down, staring at the Will of the Deep Sea, and cautiously reminded him.

The will of the deep sea slapped Xiaobai out of his mental world.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Just as Xiaobai was having a heartwarming conversation with the deep-sea will in her spiritual world, a mother and daughter were being affectionate and filial. Not far from them, on the sea, a pair of sisters who were meeting for the first time in their lives were also chatting and laughing a hundred meters apart, their intense kinship making them want to smash each other to pieces.

"boom!!"

Inside the massive cannon barrel, crimson flames burst forth on the sea like fireworks at night, and a thick fire serpent, accompanied by a howling wind, coiled and flew toward the figure ahead.

The shells slammed into the water with a whoosh.

On the surging sea, a splash of water burst forth in an instant.

Water droplets flew into the air, then fell weakly down, turning into a light drizzle.

Wisconsin, with its gun turret fully engaged, stared intently at Missouri, which was dodging its shells on the distant sea as if it had slipped on grease.

next second.

A series of cannon shots boomed in the distance.

Several enormous fireballs, spewing heat waves, lined up like red meteors, chasing after Wisconsin one by one.

Wisconsin leaped forward, its rigging and other equipment rapidly dodging the meteors.

Missouri's counterattack almost grazed the edge of Wisconsin's body as it crashed into the water behind her.

The splashing waves lapped against Wisconsin, the icy seawater soaking through her dry clothes, which clung to her body, outlining her slender and graceful figure.

"Tsk."

Wisconsin dislikes the feeling of being soaked in water.

She looked up at the white figure in the distance.

After a close shootout at the start, the difference in battlefield experience gradually became apparent.

To Wisconsin, Missouri's clothes were still dry. She glided effortlessly across the water with a smile on her face, not even a drop of water touching her stockings.

This is a provocation.

Wisconsin took a deep breath, suppressing the restlessness within her, and deliberately reduced the number of attacks, forcing herself to calm down and observe Missouri's actions.

Seemingly sensing that Wisconsin's attack frequency had decreased, Missouri in the distance gradually slowed down and began to approach Wisconsin step by step.

"Wisconsin, if you get tired, remember to let Missouri know."

Missouri smiled and called out to Wisconsin.

"Battleship exercises take a long time to spar, this is nothing," Wisconsin scoffed. "I'm prepared to fight until dawn."

"I see." Missouri chuckled. "But this is your first exercise in Wisconsin. Are you used to this kind of war of attrition? If you can't hold on, you should tell Missouri soon."

“If you’re worried about tiring me out, then just stand there and let me fire a shot!” Wisconsin shouted.

Missouri didn't reply, but simply smiled and turned around in front of Wisconsin, dodging a shell from Wisconsin.

“No way.” Missouri replied, drawing out her words, after dodging the shell.

Wisconsin carried the turret, his eyes fixed on Missouri's footsteps, secretly calculating Missouri's movement trajectory.

Fortunately, Missouri had just relaxed and chatted with him, which relieved Wisconsin's pressure considerably, allowing him to carefully observe Missouri's evasion route for a while.

—Oh, I see.

After observing for a while, we gained some understanding of the route in Missouri and some confidence in Wisconsin.

—The rest is to make the enemy careless, and then unleash a fatal full-force bombardment.

Humph.

Chat stream, right?

I'll join too.

Wisconsin secretly gathered her strength while mimicking Missouri's running style, performing a two-person skit on the sea with Missouri.

Missouri!

"What's the matter?"

"How was that coffee shop the Admiral took you to the other day?"

“It’s a very reassuring coffee shop,” Missouri replied with a smile. “Want Missouri to give you directions?”

No—need—

"Because—ah—"

"That coffee shop—was—taken—to—by—the—Admiral—first—hahahaha!!!"

As Wisconsin burst into laughter, she saw Missouri's steps freeze for a moment.

My period is so big!!

Wisconsin raised its turret in a flash, and with four loud booms, fired four shots in the direction Missouri was moving.

Missouri's daze lasted less than a quarter of a second, but even so, she missed the perfect opportunity to dodge the Wisconsin shelling. By the time she came to her senses, the fiery red shells were already whistling and heading straight for her with unstoppable force.

It was about to smash into Missouri's face almost immediately.

In an instant, a flash of white light appeared.

Missouri retracted her ship equipment, stomped hard on the water, and then quickly bent over.

Shells whizzed past her head and struck behind her.

A series of rumbling sounds rang out.

The sudden burst of water instantly submerged Missouri's body.

"Aha!" Wisconsin clenched her fists happily and shouted.

Even though Missouri dodged the attack again, she paid the price of getting her clothes wet, shattering her leisure and composure!

"Hahahaha, you're soaked to the bone now, hahahahaha—" Wisconsin didn't pursue Missouri, but instead seized the opportunity to launch a deeper psychological attack by pointing at the bursting white water.

The water splashed back onto the sea.

Missouri resuming its ship equipment and bursting out of the water with a splash.

As expected, Missouri was soaked to the bone, just like Wisconsin, after the attack. Maintaining her usual smile, she covered her mouth and laughed at Wisconsin, "Oh dear... Missouri really embarrassed herself this time... even though the Admiral really liked Missouri's outfit..."

"This is the price you pay for underestimating me! Next time I'll beat up your men!" Wisconsin shouted at Missouri.

Missouri nodded toward Wisconsin and quietly stopped a short distance away.

The thin white clothes, soaked through, clung tightly to Missouri's curvaceous body. Missouri didn't seem to be wearing any clothing that would hinder her movement, so much so that a faint trace of flesh could be seen through her clothes.

Missouri lowered her head and subconsciously pressed her chest.

After Missouri emerged from the sea, her chest was so full that it seemed to scoop up a small mouthful of azure water.

At this moment, the seawater was slowly seeping down Missouri's body as she pressed down.

Missouri raised her eyes and glanced at Wisconsin with a serene smile.

"..." Wisconsin.

Do not know why.

Wisconsin thinks so.

Missouri's gaze suddenly caused her heart to ache.

Chapter 959 The Power of Miracles

On the pitch-black sea.

Wisconsin touched her chest with a subtle expression.

It feels silky smooth to the touch and has a pleasant feel.

—Look.

—I have one too.

Wisconsin says she really isn't flat-chested.

In fact, according to normal classification, her current status is only slightly lower than the average level in human society today.

This sentence means...

There are many, many girls in human society who are even more hopeless than Wisconsin.

—Alas, even so.

For the ship girls, whose figures are usually perfectly proportioned and so pleasing to the eye that any one of them could be picked up and taken to the world's top fashion week runway, outshining all other models.

Wisconsin's status is truly somewhere in between, neither particularly high nor low.

Wisconsin's hand, which was stroking her chest, began to tremble.

Not as good as the above...

More than enough compared to those below you...

To put it more nicely, it's like hitting the ball just off the edge of the court and into every good zone...

To put it bluntly...

Isn't that just a useless thing...?

woo woo woo...

"Kill you! Kill you! Kill you! I'll kill you! I'll kill you! Kill you!" Wisconsin, her eyes filled with tears, stared at Missouri in the distance, her gaze fixed on the striking shape, weight, and even the oppressive presence of the fertile breasts on Missouri's chest. She screamed incessantly with intense hatred, "Aaaaaah!!"

“…Huh?” Missouri tilted her head in confusion. “Missouri clearly remembers Wisconsin having the upper hand just now…”

"You bastard! You scoundrel! You vixen! You cow monster! Stop it! Waaaaah!" Wisconsin brandished her turret, "I...I...I'll fight you to the death!!!"

"Missouri was soaked to the bone by Wisconsin's bombardment..."

"Aaaaaah, take this, you bastard!"

"Being overly angry is not a good thing."

"So it turns out we just can't understand each other!"

"Hahaha……"

"Shameless thing, still smiling!"

Wisconsin raised its turrets and began bombarding Missouri with all its might.

Wisconsin, which intended to inflict psychological damage on Missouri, was instead deeply hurt by Missouri.

Shame!

The fiery red muzzle, under the control of the enraged Wisconsin, continuously spewed flames.

One fiery red shell after another streaked across the sky, chasing after Missouri from all sorts of incredible angles.

boom.