"Is that asylum accepted...... However, it is difficult to imagine that there would be countries that are providing assistance on a pro bono basis at this time...... It's called Russia, right? ”

Lockat walked out of the bridge, clutching the railing and feeling the cold sea breeze from the north, which seemed to erode Lockat's body, but Lockat felt just the right feeling.

Rather than the southern temperatures, Locatel may have preferred the somewhat chilly feeling.

Although it is still spring on the 11th District front, the closer I get to the sea of the northern country, the more I feel a little cold.

"That's true, but if the wind is always cold, you'll catch a cold, Asahi."

Behind him, the battle ship was lifted, and while adjusting the temperature in the ship, Yamato leaned against the door and looked at Lokat's somewhat lonely back.

"No one is going to do something meaningless, neither you nor me, nor the apparatus called the state...... So I'm wondering if this time will be the same as the new Maizuru......"

Locatel sighed as he thought of the tortured Sixth Expulsion Team, and although those dark days had passed, the shadow on Locat was still indelible, and if he had the power he has now, maybe that wouldn't have happened.

"I don't think so, I don't know if you've heard of it, a long time ago, in the era of ancient wars, Russia and that dragon-like country joined forces to stand at the forefront of the war and created many miracles, maybe this is the reason why the North American continent was wiped out, but the huge Asia did not suffer too much, it is a respectable country, right?"

As Yamato spoke, she recalled what was recorded in the wild history books, and as a teacher, she was still very confident in this kind of knowledge.

"Huh...... Let's hope, go back, we're about to enter the port, and hopefully it's not the gendarmes or anything that will host us this time. ”

Locat's clothes were silently rearranged, and he looked at the harbor in the distance, which had been revealed.

"Oh, by the way, prepare your winter clothes, it still feels very cold outside, I don't want you to fall ill with a cold after the cross-border battlefield, it will make people feel a little ridiculous."

Walking back to the bridge, Locat, who was about to walk along the passage to the Admiral's room, glanced at his eyebrows as he spoke.

In fact, Locatel didn't prepare a winter uniform, because the weather in Maizuru was okay, and since the continuous battles were fought in the Pacific Ocean, it was a bit of a warm place.

However, that doesn't mean Locat's winter clothes don't exist.

Opening the wardrobe, a bright red thick military uniform hung quietly, and the embroidered Taurus logo on it was the most familiar symbol of Locat, even on this side he was still concerned about one of the seals of his hometown.

While changing his military uniform, Lokat calculated various possible situations, such as being hijacked or coerced, although Yamato thought that there was no problem, but Lokat would also prepare for the worst.

After all, as he said, there is no such thing as perfection in the world, only the worst.

"How's the preparation of the ships? What about the preparation for entering the port? ”

As the whistle sounded, Lokat finally confirmed that he was now wearing a bright red Melukia non-commissioned officer cadet uniform, which was lined with a white lining unique to the military uniform of the 11th District Front, and the military cap was also a matching military hat unique to the 11th District Front, although it was a little mismatched, but there was nothing wrong with the overall look.

Compared to the larger port, it may be the first time for the locals to welcome so many warships at one time, and there are many visitors inside and outside the port, but the most eye-catching thing for Lokat is the destroyer stationed on the side of the port, which has never been seen before, the whole body is pure white, as if it is decorated with snowflakes, and the equipment on the ship is also a type that he has never seen before.

"It seems that there are not only liaison officers who have received us, but also special guests."

Locatel stepped out of the cabin and walked down the Yamato with a ladder, sighing as if he didn't like to be watched by many people.

All the members of the Southern Cross fleet who came to the port to assemble changed into winter clothes, although only a white navy jacket was added, but it seemed that the entire fleet was still neat, and all the members lined up with Locatel as the center, and entered the interior of the port area under the attention of the guards.

However, Locatt muttered to himself, this kind of treatment seemed to be a little unusual, knowing that he had not received such a courtesy when he returned to his homeland from the Southern Seas in victory.

But the doubt was soon solved, and it was clear that the courtesy was not for him, but for a young girl who had just stepped out of a black stretch car.

“салют！”

With the shouts of the honor guard officer, the eyes of all the guards and the people turned to the girl's body, under the black navy coat is a pure white shirt, the medal pinned to the chest is conspicuous in the sun, and a little youthful and somewhat stable black miniskirt, under the white navy hat, the long silver-white hair makes people wonder if this guy is a human or the snow elf in Russian folklore, the wisdom and pride in the blue eyes are restrained, Walking in black leather boots and bathing everyone's eyes with elegant steps, he came to Locat.

"Welcome to Russia, Lokat Prada, I, Lalysa Andreevna Ekaterina, welcome you only on behalf of this port of Vladivostok."

However, for Lokat, the impact is huge at the moment.

If you want to say why, it's not the scene in front of you, nor is it because of this list of awkward and hard-to-remember names, but the look and appearance of the girl in front of you is too familiar.

Although it is not seen every day, Locat's heart is really like 10,000 bison galloping by.

Because of this gesture, it's like Hibiki's posture has grown a little bit, and no matter how you look at it, it's as if Hibiki is not standing beside herself, but facing herself.

"Please, please advise ......"

While swallowing his saliva, the question in Locat's heart became bigger and bigger, and the expression was simply a combination of doubt, seriousness, and wanting to ask questions immediately, not to mention how wonderful it was.

It seems that this trip to Russia is destined to have an extraordinary beginning.

PS: So the Russian chapter was officially launched, and the next plot will be even more exciting.

PS2: 297505404, Vladivostok is in charge?