Although it is a bit late to add it now, it is necessary to explain it again because Stoke also understands. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ship Girls - Named after the ship, the girls who use miniature versions of ship weapons to fight are the characteristics of this world.

Humanoid, but not human. Being able to maneuver on the surface of the sea made Newton's coffin board tremble.

They are inexpensive and cherished military units that can only be summoned by a certain group of people, and although they cannot compete head-on with modern warships, they have an absolute advantage in flexibility.

Although it was born at the same time as the deep sea, many people are worried about this. But there's no other way to do it anyway, so even arsenic has to be taken as medicine.

Because the deep sea can't kill it all.

To use a limited naval force to deal with a deep-sea fleet, which is more difficult to search than submarines? -- This is simply vexatious.

After all, battleships need to be resupplied, they need to be repaired, their numbers are limited, and their actions are obvious. They are simply too bloated for the deep sea, which is only human-specified.

"So the existence of the ship mother is necessary. It is because of our presence that humanity can ensure the safety of the seas. Admiral, do you understand?"

"I'm not human. ”

Stoke grinned and sipped his pipe—something he had made out of the scraps of slaughter, so the latter's gaze had been tilting this way since the beginning.

But Stoke didn't care, he just smoked tobacco leaves from nowhere with relish, casually flipping through the Admiral's Manual.

"Also, what does this have to do with the expedition?"

"I was about to speak. ”

Blowing Snow pushed her flat glasses and coughed twice—she glanced at the strip out of the corner of her eye, and then began to speak confidently.

"And once the safety of the sea is ensured, then the islands and shipping routes that were originally occupied by the deep sea can be restored - at this time, you can send the ship mother to recover these scattered resources and make up for the deficit of the town guard!"

"Sounds reasonable, so let's do it?"

“……”

"What's the matter, girl, is your stomach bad?"

"Not really!"

Blowing Snow took off his glasses and threw them over, but was gently caught by Stoke and put them on his face.

"But the Admiral...... We haven't even cleared the waters around the Castle Guard's Mansion, so we can't go on an expedition at all. ”

"Oh, this. ”

Stoke pushed his glasses.

"I know, let's clean it up. ”

"You've finally decided to work. ”

Blowing Snow sighed, feeling that her life as a ship's mother was finally about to usher in a meaningful turning point. But just as she was about to follow the Scarnage—who knows what kind of ship it was—the two of them overturned the waters of the Guard's Mansion. She noticed that Greenskin also stood up, as if intending to walk out.

"Well, Admiral, what are you going to do?"

This is the Admiral's Office? If you don't come in normal times, forget it, your own ship is going to go on the expedition, so you have to command it remotely, right?

"What? Didn't you say you were going to fight?"

“…… Belch. ”

So you're planning to do it yourself?

"I'm going to get a great boat, and I'm going to go. ”

Hearing this, Blowing Snow's expression had become nothing.

Anyway, I don't want to persuade at all.

The Admiral sat down in his office, and the battle was left to the ship's wife—I don't want to talk about that anymore. This green-skinned admiral can do whatever he wants, as long as he's happy.

"I always feel that something that isn't a festival is falling rapidly......"

If you continue like this, you'll be crazy in less than ten chapters.

Carrying a green glow stick to the sea to help, shouting candy at the giant green octopus lady...... I always feel that it will become a reality in the near future.

Fortunately, before Blowing Snow's sanity broke through the lower limit and became a fanatic believer in the heart of a steamed goose, Stoke had already walked out the door.

Looking at the back that did not hesitate, but was essentially brainless. Fukiyuki sighed and followed.

"Let's hope it doesn't turn into a farce. ”

……

……

As it turns out, the fear of blowing snow is not unfounded.

"Uh......"

I don't know if it's been too long since it was cleaned up, or if it's because it's already rich in salted fish. Not long after leaving port, the 'main fleet' led by Stoke himself encountered several waves of deep sea.

Those deep-sea destroyers that looked like salted fish, salted fish, and salted fish gathered like wolves that smelled meat, and if it weren't for the barrels in their mouths and a little black humor, I'm afraid that the white human teeth alone would have scared many ship girls.

For example, blowing snow, blowing snow, and blowing snow.

“……”

Although there is also a relationship with lv1, the lack of training is an objective factor after all. But it's an indisputable fact that the closer you get to the enemy, the lower the hit rate, though it doesn't seem to Stoke - the word hit rate never appears in the Greenskins' lexicon. But in his cheap daughter, great and righteous big and good...... I mean, in the eyes of slaughter, this result is a bit ugly.

"I say, what's there to be afraid of this kind of thing?"

Throw an iron hook like a whaling ship. Under the excited gaze of the slaughter, the rusty but sharp hook pierced through the iron sheet of the deep sea and splashed a large handful of blood.

After confirming the hit, the slaughter pulled back with brute force: with a tooth-aching metallic sound, the chains that had been used for broadside battles tightened violently, pulling the poor and terrible deep-sea monster towards the slaughter.

It was about six meters long, and weighed about ten tons—and if Newton's coffin had not been welded to death, the girl's wrestling with the monster would have caused him to jump out of it. In short, accompanied by a low cry of slaughter excitement. The huge salted fish was pulled high by the chain and flew into the air.

"Look at it. ”

Scarcity raised his shotgun with one hand and pointed it at the guy who was falling from the sky.

Without a hint of trembling, without a hint of hesitation, Tu Slay smiled and pulled the trigger.

Infinite sparks erupted from the muzzle of a gun like a dragon's breath, raining down black smoke and shrapnel. The huge recoil was accompanied by a loud bang, and even if he could stand on the surface of the sea, the sea surface around the slaughter was dented because of this, and the forcibly squeezed sea water spread out in a circle, turning into fierce waves.

The deep-sea destroyer was shredded in an instant. Sheets of hot steel pierced through its body, leaving massive cavities with a deadly tumble - its semi-mechanical organs were churned into minced flesh and squirted out of the open wounds.

"It's like this. ”

Slaughter shook his left hand with ease and withdrew the iron hook. Fuyuki, on the other hand, looked at the destroyer in the sky with a blinded face, and all that was left in his mind was "worthy of a battleship" and so on.

"Daughter, you can do it, it can't be used. ”

However, this similar feeling was shattered in the next second: Stoker, sitting in a tin boat with an engine in his hand, tapped the hull with a wrench, and showed a dissatisfied expression.

"Yes, yes. ”

Slaughter glanced at Stoke and sighed helplessly.

"I'll pay attention next time, okay?"

But while saying this, the slaughter had already neatly eliminated the second destroyer.

“……”

What am I here for?

Obviously he was rescued but couldn't say words of thanks, and Blowing Snow stood on the sea with a blank face. Watching the Admiral and his own daughter quarrel.

It's so troublesome, I want to go back to sleep. I don't want to be a ship or something.

"What, blowing snow. ”

"Huh?"

"Don't just look at it, drag these things back. ”

“……”

What was thrown at Stoke was a rope.

Looking along the rope, what appeared in the field of view was the wreckage of a destroyer that had been packed up and used as a pontoon from a rubber balloon.

“……”

To put it simply, it's garbage. I have no idea why I was packing it up and what it was for me to bring it back.

"That Admiral, what are you going to do with this one when you bring it back?"

"Shipbuilding. ”

“……”

Akuya!

"Also, I found a little girl in the belly of that thing when I was packing it just now. It looks like you, so drag it back. ”

"Huh?"

Blowing Snow looked into Stoker's hand and saw a badly injured and unconscious, long-haired girl.

A very familiar schoolboy.

“…… Tide?"

"I didn't mean to. ”

Slaughter looked at the sky, whistling as he turned the iron hook in his hand.

Looking at the look of rejecting the account, Blowing Snow hesitated for half a minute and swallowed back the complaints that had come to her mouth. Decided to change the subject.

"Don't you have a ship, Admiral, just take her back, right?"

"Ah, that's. ”

Stoke calmly threw the tide at the blowing snow.

"I can't do it. ”

"Why...... Phew, why?"

"Because my boat is leaking. ”

Under Blowing Snow's strange gaze, Stoke calmly picked up the bucket and quickly scooped the water outward.