Taken aback by his own reasoning, Sun Wen immediately changed his mind about having Lexington join him in such a distant part of Malaya, and instead thought of the South Island, which was safer and easier to support.

So he immediately gave the task of liaison to D. Yamato and asked her to find the taste to find the Lexington women, and then convey his decision and take them to the South Island, and the transport ship that retrieved the big whale sauce naturally served as a midway supply ship, accompanied by the dean of the deep sea who had been raised by Sun Wen to replenish her food and resources.

Shinano, who was controlled by her sister, was awkward for a while at first, but after Sun Wen retold the results of his analysis to her, Bismarck and Richelieu, Shinano, who was still Yamato Nadeshiko in his bones, finally said goodbye to his sister and followed Sun Wen's ship to the Sea of Death in the south.

The sea southwest of Malay Dagong is called the Sea of Death because of its unique seabed and island structure, which fills the sea with turbulence in various directions, and it is easy for ships or lifeboats to lose their power and get lost in this sea forever.

Coupled with the dense reports of deep-sea haunts and the population distribution map brought back by the Admirals, the islands marked with dense backward aborigines and even cruel cannibals have led to a change in the talk of this place, which also produces spices, tobacco and all kinds of curiosities.

However, after knowing that Sun Wen had spent the night in this sea of death, he realized that this sea area did not seem to be as unfriendly to him as he imagined. It may also be the reason why the storm that passed before carried away all the accumulated moisture, and now the sea is calm and the sky is high and the clouds are scattered, and there is no rumor of cumulonimbus clouds accumulating all day long.

Sun Wen's ship also seemed to have escaped the waves caused by the currents passing through the islands and the rugged seabed, and not only was it not carried around by the turbulence characteristic of the Sea of Death, but Bismarck, who advocated wartime coordination and economy, even stopped his engine and puffed up the sails that were only used in emergencies with the trade winds on his back.

Bismarck was like an old sailor when it came to handling the ship, and although she still wore her boots on the ship and refused to throw them away, Bismarck was literally acting as a cook these days except for the elegant knight girl and Shinano, who was in Yamato's withdrawal and couldn't lift up all day long.

But the only thing Bismarck gave Sun Wen a headache was her somewhat rigid rigor!

Thinking that Sun Wen turned off the fire on the gas stove and pushed the door out, he staggered to the deck with the pot for lunch, and looked back helplessly at Bismarck who was wearing the short skirt uniform and standing on the mast with an anemometer and looking into the distance.

"Hey, Bismarck! gone!" Sun Wen said without lowering his head, but helplessly stiffened his neck and walked under Bismarck's skirt, and after he handed the pot in his hand to Richelieu, who had laid out the table, Bismarck, who was walking down the table with the mast on his back, complained: "Isn't there an instrument? Why do you have to run up and down? And wear such a short skirt?"

"My lord, that's the case with the Germans. Richelieu whispered with his head sideways while sharing the meal, "Although he claims to be a civilized person, he has no manners at all, not only lacks taste and artistic talent, but also likes to fiddle with those useless black technologies, and even his living habits are sloppy, so don't be surprised." ”

Although Sun Wen knew that Richelieu was a ship mother of country F who was not pleasing to the eye of country G, it was reasonable to be black every day. But when he thought of the U47, Germany, Tirpitz and even Bismarck, who had always been strict with himself, had the same bad living habits, Sun Wen nodded with deep sympathy.

"It's good that you'd think so, my lord. Richelieu smiled and nodded, then put down the spoon and continued as he wiped the spilled soup from the plate, "It is because of your call that I have become a ship lady in the port area with her, no matter how annoying those Germans are, we should also tolerate them as teammates and lords, right?"

"You don't say that like you're accommodating them. Sun Wen shrugged his shoulders and muttered helplessly to the young knight in front of him, who was obviously not a saint enough, but he didn't find Bismarck's voice behind him: "Richelieu, you are right, even if you despise those weak and cunning enemies, you should not provoke trouble in the first place!"

"What did you say?"

"It's just to repay you with your slander!" Bismarck choked Richelieu in a rare way, and then saluted Sun Wen, who turned around, and said, "Sir, the neighborhood is very safe, and the course and speed are also stable, please don't worry." ”

"Thanks to your help. Sun Wen glanced at Richelieu, who seemed to have his dissatisfaction written on his face as if he was standing beside him. He didn't quite understand why the two people who had always made him feel that they got along quite well had such a big conflict because of this little quarrel, but he knew that he, the admiral, had to hurry up and let them stop before the two ship girls really fought.

"Let's sit down and eat, I specially made Western food today to treat ......" Sun Wen subconsciously looked at Bismarck, who had been taking good care of him since he was on a desert island, and then turned around and smiled at Richelieu on the other side and nodded, "To treat you." ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hands and opened the lid on the main course in front of Richelieu and Bismarck, revealing the creamy pasta and steak inside, and at the same time rejoicing that he was glad that he did not know how to make German sausages and did not give Richelieu any sausages on this occasion.

"Okay, let's get started, my pasta is something I learned after peeking at Veneto's cooking, it's an authentic Itarian flavor!" Sun Wen finished speaking, and just as he was about to move his chopsticks, Richelieu handed him a fork, "Lord, Pasta still uses a fork to roll it up and eat it to best reflect the taste of hard noodles." After she finished speaking, she hesitated for a moment, then leaned sideways and moved closer to Sun Wen and continued, "Also, please don't just say things like peeking at Veneto, although Veneto is a battleship, it is also easy for people to misunderstand that you have any strange hobbies. ”

After being reminded by Richelieu, Sun Wen subconsciously glanced at Bismarck, who was also a member of the law enforcement team and the gendarmerie, and saw that she was holding a spoon and was concentrating on the cream and didn't care about her peeking at Veneto before he breathed a sigh of relief, he nodded at Richelieu, and then raised the cup in his hand, "Come and give us a toast on our smooth sailing journey?"

"santé!", "Zum ohl!" Bismarck raised the cup in his hand at the same time and stretched it out to Sun Wen, but they invariably stretched out the cup in their hands to a position where there was no way for the three of them to clink glasses at the same time, and then looked at Sun Wen.

Seeing the proud girl knight and the old-fashioned female man in military uniform pose together in this act that did not seem to care at all, Sun Wen swallowed his saliva, and actually felt a somewhat familiar taste that had not been seen for a long time.

"But I don't want any Shura field at all!" kept complaining in his heart, but Sun Wen didn't dare to make any unhappy expressions on his face to the two girls, especially the proud knight named Richelieu, he hesitated slightly, and then simply raised the cup into the air under the gaze of the two girls, and said, "Cheers!" After speaking, he closed his eyes and drank the wine.

Unexpectedly, the expected Shuluo and Shura Field did not arrive, and Sun Wen opened his eyes in the soft cough of Richelieu. Looking at Bismarck, who had already started eating and didn't look anything strange at all, and Richelieu, who leaned towards him with his arms and seemed to be waiting for the right time to talk to him, Sun Wen turned his head with a sigh of relief and asked, "Is there anything wrong with Richelieu?"

"My lord, you should have said a toast just now!" Richelieu said, frowning, "Has Prestige neglected to give you the necessary etiquette lessons?"

"So what are you holding your glass up just now...... Waiting for me to say a toast?"

"Of course!" Richelieu said, putting down his mobile phone and fork, then sat up straight and ate a bite of steak and rinsed his mouth with wine very elegantly, before picking up a napkin and wiping the corners of his mouth and continuing, "Your etiquette in this regard is not even as good as Bismarck's, this kind of occasion should be very good whether it is a celebration or an inspiration, and you just drank the red wine in your hand." Richelieu said and shook his head, "Even the homeless people on the streets of Paris don't do that, you should really make up for the etiquette class." ”

Just as Sun Wen was stunned by Richelieu's aristocratic movements and mouth-to-mouth rhetoric, Bismarck ate up his lunch like a hungry tiger and stood up and interrupted Richelieu and said: "What's the use of your manners! A simple and efficient prefect can lead us to victory! I think the prefect is very good like that just now! It's stupid to hold a noble banquet in such a place!"

"Without a calm and unbreakable majesty, how can the people fall for it!"

"So, how did you fall for a dwarf from Corsica, and then how did you sell him? Is it because he has no prestige?" Bismarck shook his head, and then left Richelieu, who kept muttering words like "savage conqueror, savage", and saluted Sun Wen, "Sir, I have gone on patrol, please take your time, and please come to the wheelhouse at four twenty p.m., and confirm the chart again, for we are not far from our destination." After saying that, Bismarck left directly.

Sun Wen turned his head and secretly glanced at Richelieu, whose whole goose egg face was swollen red but seemed to restrain himself from not being in front of him, he couldn't help but sigh again, "It seems that the Sea of Death is a pediatric compared to the contradiction between France and Germany!"

Thinking about Sun Wen, he poured another glass of wine for Richelieu, "Richelieu Bismarck, she ......"

"My lord, please don't talk about her in front of me now! Even if Bismarck is your wedding ship, I will never compromise if you favor her!" Richelieu threw away the napkin in his hand as if he could not control his emotions, and then ate his lunch without saying a word.