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"Brother-in-law, this time you are definitely going to be my brother-in-law." Shen Gang, who was observing the situation with a telescope on the shore, revealed a smug smile when he saw Kirishima deploy her ship equipment. However, his expression quickly darkened, and he shouted at Chuyang with a face that looked as if he had eaten something unpleasant.
"You tricked me! Where did your Fleet Girls get so many quadruple 14-inch guns?"
"They come standard!" Chuyang replied nonchalantly.
"Standard? Standard my foot! Do you think your Fleet Girls are the Prince of Wales?"
The quadruple 14-inch gun, also known as the Big Brother Gun, has a firepower of +19 and accuracy of +1.
"Believe it or not." Could Chuyang tell Shen Gang that this was a byproduct from his gamble on mk6 in the game? As long as they had ever been part of Chuyang's main fleet and were not max level battlecruisers or Battleship Girls, they were basically equipped with either the Big Brother Gun or the 23 cm gun. As for those max-level main Fleet Girls, at the very least they had the Li Jie Cannon, or were fully equipped with mk6, or combinations of cat guns with mk6 and mk7 plus mk6.
Meanwhile, on the surface of the sea, as the distance between them widened, Kirishima and Andrea Doria almost simultaneously came to a stop, turning to aim their turrets at each other.
"How could you have so many quadruple 14-inch guns?" Kirishima was a bit frantic.
She had worked hard for over a decade, and every time she finished a battle against a Deep Sea Shipgirl, she would ignore her injuries to scavenge the wreckage of the Deep Sea Shipgirl's equipment. What was it all for? It was for equipment! But after such a long time, despite spending a lot of Merit to exchange for equipment from Naval Headquarters, and with her own single gun, she barely managed to gather four green 35.6 cm twin guns. But what about her opponent? With that entire set of purple hero equipment, what was she trying to achieve? Did you open up your own Naval Headquarters? Or are all the world's Prince of Wales related to you? Otherwise, where did those four Big Brother Guns come from?
Unfortunately, the distance between them was too great; Andrea Doria couldn't hear Kirishima's questions.
What answered her was a shell rapidly enlarging in her sight.
"Bang."
The white mist swirled in the air, and at this moment, Kirishima finally understood why Andrea Doria had asked the hotel staff for flour.
Since it was a drill, live ammunition could not be used. Normally, the Fleet Girls used blank shells, which were shells that contained no explosives, only a primer in the projectile.
However, now, Andrea Doria's shells contained no explosives but were filled entirely with flour.
...
The Southwest Theater Command is located five kilometers northeast of Ming City, nestled in a classical garden-style architectural complex by the mountains and water. Although it is called a command center, it is essentially Meng Ming's Naval Base.
At this moment, in the main study of this vast estate, an elderly man with white hair dressed in a Tang suit was focused on practicing calligraphy at his desk.
On the pristine rice paper, large ink characters floated gracefully.
"Eighteen brides and eighty grooms, silver hair against red makeup.
Mandarin ducks nestled together at night, A Tree of Pear Blossoms Pressing Down on the Begonia."
What was written on the paper was a poem from the Song Dynasty poet Su Shi titled A Tree of Pear Blossoms Pressing Down on the Begonia.
"Humph, old fool."
At some point, a mature woman in her thirties wearing a plain qipao entered the room holding a cup of tea. Upon seeing the poem written by the elderly man, she couldn't help but scoff and said, "Admiral, I'm not your eternally eighteen-year-old sister Warspite."
Taking a sip from the teacup handed to him by the woman, the elderly man leaned back in his armchair and replied somewhat irritably, "Why bring her up? Don't you know that your Admiral's greatest regret in life is wanting to win her over? That pain! I still remember it vividly."
"Bah! How can you still have the face to say that? Who was it that got hands-on the moment they first met Warspite and even asked if she would sleep with you?" The beautiful woman spoke scornfully, yet naturally placed her hands on the old man's shoulders, gently kneading them.
"I was young and foolish back then, and did some ridiculous things. Let's not talk about it." The old man felt his face flush at the remark and quickly changed the subject. "Feng Xiang, do you have any news about the new Admiral Chuyang at Naval Base 197? That scoundrel has been late reporting for so many days, and that little brat Wang Kai has been sending telegrams complaining."
The beautiful woman was named Feng Xiang, or more precisely, Light Aircraft Carrier Girl Feng Xiang. She understood the meaning of that poem all too well. It wasn't about anyone else; it referred to them themselves.
The old man was Meng Ming, the Southwest Theater Military Commander and Garrison Commander of Ming City, holding the rank of Lieutenant General Admiral. He was also the owner of this Naval Base.
As one of the few veteran Admirals who had survived since the tumultuous Great Era, he was now 72 years old, while his initial ship, Feng Xiang, had been with him for a full 54 years.
Now he was an elderly man in his twilight years, but Feng Xiang, being a Fleet Girl, still maintained a youthful appearance. Although it is said that one's appearance reflects one's heart, the age of Fleet Girls is largely determined by their mental age. Even though Feng Xiang constantly thought about growing old with him, she still looked like a woman in her thirties. This was already the limit of what Fleet Girls could achieve in terms of external appearance; they could not grow older than that. Thus, that poem was Meng Ming's self-deprecating humor, containing a hint of helplessness.
"Not yet. Aside from the telegram we received earlier, Chutong hasn't contacted us since."
"What a scoundrel! The telegram said he would report two or three days late; look how many days it's been! The Admirals who went to their posts at the same time as him have already arrived at various Naval Bases, yet he hasn't even shown up. When he finally arrives, I will definitely give him a good talking-to," Meng Ming said angrily.
"Alright, calm down. You're not a young man anymore; why are you getting worked up over this?" Feng Xiang comforted him before changing the subject. "Besides, will you really give him a talking-to?"
"Uh..." Feng Xiang's words left Meng Ming speechless. He was just venting; he cherished Admiral Chuyang, who commanded Vice Admiral Level Ship Girls. There was no choice—aside from Nelson, the head of the Southwest Garrison Branch, Chuyang's Lexington was the only Vice Admiral Level Ship Girl in the entire Southwest region. His arrival was crucial for the entire Southwest Theater.
At that moment, Chuyang was driving towards Meng Ming's Naval Base.
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