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The four Fleet Girls of Lin Xian Class, including Chuyang, have all had their moments, but aside from the Dawn Goddess, the other three were all fed to him as dog food, leaving not a single ship behind. As for the Dawn Goddess, she is no longer the Dawn Goddess; after her transformation, she is now called Chongqing, known for her frequent exclamations of "damn it."
So Chuyang is purely just fooling around, which is no different from deceiving ignorant girls.
Moreover, the sisterhood among Fleet Girls is quite special. Not every Lexington and Saratoga in the world are sisters. How should I put it? This kind of sisterly bond often stems from the Admiral. When several Fleet Girls from the same class recognize the same person as their Admiral, due to some mysterious connection from the Admiral, they come to see each other as sisters. Conversely, they are no different from ordinary Fleet Girls.
So no matter how grandly Chuyang speaks, Penelope still did not agree; she did not outright refuse but politely indicated that if she thought it over, she would go find Chuyang at that Naval Base.
Speaking of which, why is it so difficult to recruit a ship?
Chuyang felt a bit speechless and looked up to the sky; at that moment, he truly understood the kind of sorrow that other Admirals felt.
As for Lexington and Saratoga and others, they could hardly be considered a recruitment; Chuyang could guarantee that if it weren't for the game, he probably wouldn't even be able to recruit a firefly in this damned world.
"Ah! Is it really time to leave?"
Standing at the entrance of the Naval Base, Lexington wore a faint expression of reluctance. Although her time here wasn't long, many things were arranged by her own hands—like everyone's rooms, the Admiral's office, the activity room filled with photos, and the newly planted plum tree in the garden.
In short, Lexington had put in a lot of effort for this Naval Base, and now it was all about to go to waste.
"I promise it won't happen again."
Chuyang gently held Lexington's hand. He had thought they would live here together forever; thus, Lexington had been very dedicated in arranging everything in the Naval Base. Now suddenly having to leave brought feelings of reluctance that Chuyang could understand.
"Admiral, there's no need for promises; where you are is where I will be."
Lexington smiled slightly and returned Chuyang's grip. As a woman, she was just slightly affected by this parting melancholy; compared to the Admiral, what was a Naval Base?
"Let's go."
With the roar of car engines, three vehicles gradually drove out of the Naval Base.
The route back to the Southeast War Zone had been fully planned by Chuyang after consulting with Isuzu, who had years of experience in transportation. Therefore, the journey felt unhurried; they ate when it was time to eat and rested when it was time to rest.
There were no significant unexpected events along the way, making the trip quite ordinary. However, during their nightly stays at hotels, many ordinary people from inland cities were surprised by this unusual group, often casting envious and jealous glances.
After a long journey, when Chuyang and his companions arrived at the New Guard Headquarters, there was less than half a month left until the New Year.
Willow Slope, the location of Chuyang's New Guard Headquarters, was an old Naval Base similar in layout to Southwest Theater's No. 197 Naval Base but about half its size.
Facing the sea and built against a hill, this hill was not a rocky mountain nor particularly tall; it was merely a small dirt slope covered with willow trees.
However, since it was mid-winter, the tender green willow leaves had long fallen off, leaving only the withered yellow branches swaying in the cold wind.
Under a dim sky, with bare trees and an old Naval Base, this was the desolate scene that greeted Chuyang and his group as they got out of their vehicles at the entrance of the Naval Base.
"Brother-in-law, how can they be like this?"
As soon as they got out of the car, Saratoga was a bit agitated.
Although Southwest Coast's No. 197 Naval Base had also weathered many storms, at least before Chuyang and his companions arrived, that base had been largely renovated. From the surface, it still gave off a sense of being relatively new.
But this Naval Base was completely different. Inside a wall about two meters high were three four-story buildings arranged in a triangular formation. The walls were so weathered by rain that their original color could not be discerned; most of the white lime that had been painted on had peeled off, exposing the red bricks underneath.
Many windows were missing glass altogether, and those that remained were mostly broken. Judging by their shattered shapes, it seemed they had been smashed by small stones.
Even more infuriating was that with the Fleet Girls' exceptional eyesight, Saratoga could easily see the situation inside the room through the window. There was no need to look too closely; just the cobwebs hanging in the room were enough to drive Sister-in-law crazy.
Well! This was clearly an abandoned Naval Base.
Not to mention that Saratoga felt uncomfortable; everyone present had a grim expression.
"It seems our arrival is not very welcome," Veneto concluded.
Even though she had never experienced such a situation before, she understood that the current circumstances were extremely abnormal.
Every Admiral assigned to various locations would typically receive a warm welcome from the local government and a friendly reception from the general public. At the very least, before a new Admiral arrived, the local Naval Headquarters office would contact someone to tidy up the entire Naval Base. Even if it wasn't dressed up to look glamorous, it should at least be clean and orderly. But what was this desolate and remote scene all about?
"Admiral, how are we supposed to stay here?" Richelieu's brows were deeply furrowed, her icy demeanor barely capturing the dangerous aura she exuded. It seemed she was ready to unleash her ship form and flatten the entire Naval Base.
There was no helping it; Richelieu had obsessive-compulsive tendencies. The harsh conditions of the Naval Base didn't bother her much as long as it was clean and tidy. However, she never expected such a dilapidated sight upon arrival.
"Admiral, let's go to the Qinchuan County office right now; I feel like hitting someone!" Shooting Fish waved her fist, always eager for trouble.
"Since we're here, let's go take a look!" Chuyang spoke up.
Chuyang's expression was so dark it seemed like water could drip from it. But even if they were going to confront someone at the Gendarmerie, they needed to see things first and take a few photos. Then they could directly throw those pictures in front of the Qinchuan County office head.
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