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"Please support with your votes, Little Sword would be very grateful."
With the sound of the key turning, the brass lock was removed from the door by Zhang Jianlin, and the door swung open with a gentle push from him. However, what greeted him was a pitch-black room where nothing could be seen.
Although the sun had set, there was still some light outside, and under normal circumstances, the room should not be this dark. This could only mean one thing: the curtains in the room were clearly drawn, and they were of the thick type that blocked out all light.
"Come in!" As Zhang Jianlin spoke, the round chandelier hanging in the center of the room suddenly lit up, casting an orange glow that illuminated the entire space.
In terms of layout, this room was similar to Chuyang's bedroom on the second floor, just slightly larger. Apart from a high-backed chair placed in the center and a large red wooden chest in a corner that was already worn and chipped, there was no other furniture in the room.
The walls of the room were adorned with numerous wooden frames of various sizes, with a particularly striking wedding photo on the east wall. The photo featured a young groom dressed in a White Admiral Uniform; he had a face like Guo Yu's, with thick eyebrows and big eyes that revealed a set of bright white teeth when he smiled. The bride appeared much more gentle, with an oval face, a small nose, and a smile that didn't show her teeth, her fair cheeks adorned with two shallow dimples, giving her an air of delicate beauty.
The bride wore a pure white wedding dress, one arm wrapped around the groom's arm while she held a bouquet of fiery red roses in her other hand. She rested her head on his shoulder, her face radiating happiness and sweetness.
At their feet on the grass sat a little girl who looked to be about four or five years old, resembling a delicate porcelain doll.
In any case, this wedding photo gave Chuyang a sense that it hinted at a marriage due to an unexpected pregnancy.
"The photo was taken during my wedding. The bride is my Wedding Ship, Hiyou, and that little girl is Submarine, Xukov," Zhang Jianlin explained, his words filled with memories of the past.
"Wedding Ship, Admiral, Brother Zhang?" Chuyang's gaze shifted back and forth between the photo and Zhang Jianlin, unable to connect the two.
It was difficult; even though the young Admiral in the photo had a silly grin showing off his bright white teeth, making him seem a bit foolish, he still exuded an air of heroism. In contrast, Zhang Jianlin looked like a disheveled and unkempt middle-aged man, leaving no commonality between them.
However, upon closer inspection, there were indeed some similarities in their features.
"Yamato, under normal circumstances, you should call me senior. I graduated from Rongcheng Naval Academy's class of 10," Zhang Jianlin said as he leaned back in the chair at the center of the room. His gaze swept over the photos hanging on the wall. He spoke clearly without any signs of drunkenness, his face reflecting nostalgia as he recounted his past experiences. "Back then, I was just like you are now—full of vigor and youthful passion, filled with hope for the future, fame, status, and wealth. Unlike you, my luck was quite good; my classmates often jokingly referred to me as the European White Monkey. My initial ship was Hiyou... After graduation, I was assigned to Forward Base No. 56 on the Southeast Front. Do you know? When my classmates heard this news back then, they were incredibly envious of me. That was a frontline Naval Base! Being assigned there meant there would be plenty of battles to fight and many merits to earn; fame, status, and wealth were practically within reach..."
In today's era, although most Deep Sea Shipgirls had retreated into the depths of the ocean and the global situation was relatively peaceful, a small number of Deep Sea Shipgirls still launched attacks on various cities and towns along the coast. To better defend against the Deep Sea Fleet, humanity established numerous Naval Bases on islands far from the mainland. These Naval Bases were known as Forward Bases; they supported each other and formed a defensive island chain against the deep sea. Undoubtedly, these Forward Naval Bases were more susceptible to encounters with deep-sea threats compared to Land-Based Naval Bases along the coastline, making it easier to earn Merit points. Merit points held great significance for Admirals; they not only facilitated promotions but could also be exchanged for substantial resources and money. Moreover, if an Admiral accumulated enough Merit points, they could even exchange them for extraordinary weapons like Kirov Gun, MK7, Bomber BTD Destroyer, B25, etc.
For many inexperienced naval recruits who didn't know their limits, being assigned directly to a Forward Naval Base right after graduation felt like winning a five-million-dollar lottery. To put it bluntly, it was akin to having their ancestors' graves emit black smoke—far more exaggerated than just blue smoke.
"...And I felt that way too! Who am I? I was known as the European Emperor among my peers... I set off for Forward Naval Base No. 56 with Hiyou, Omaha, six destroyers and four light cruisers... Soon enough, we established ourselves in that sea area and earned a significant amount of Merit points... Everything seemed to be heading in a positive direction; many Admirals referred to me as Asia's rising star. My Naval Base grew stronger over time; at that time, I had everything—fame, status, wealth—and even gained an important love in my life... But everything changed because my confidence swelled into arrogance... Ignoring Hiyou's warnings and driven by ambition, I fell into the encirclement of the Deep Sea Fleet and led my entire fleet to destruction."
By the end of his story, Zhang Jianlin was nearly in tears; the 1.8-meter tall man curled up in his chair sobbing like a child.
During Zhang Jianlin's recounting of events, Chuyang did not remain idle either; he observed each photo on the wall and cross-referenced them with Zhang Jianlin's words to uncover a terrifying truth. Zhang Jianlin had once commanded at least twenty Fleet Girls; although most were Destroyers and Light Cruisers, there was still one Light Aircraft Carrier and one Battleship among them.
It should be noted that this wasn't Chuyang's previous gaming experience where even a slightly experienced newbie could have over a hundred Fleet Girls in their fleet. In this world, an Admiral like Zhang Jianlin could already be considered a significant figure. Yet despite this status, he had suffered total defeat at the hands of the Deep Sea Fleet. And what about him...
"Yamato, you didn't have Fleet Girls before; I wouldn't need to tell you this because you couldn't become an Admiral then. But now it's different; I hope you can remember what I'm about to say..."
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