"Whew...... Finally alive! ”

After two bowls of fragrant and delicious seafood porridge, Mo Yan finally exhaled with satisfaction, not only did the hunger in his stomach greatly ease, but his body also had some strength.

Putting down the bowl casually, Mo Yan gave a thumbs up to Akagi on the side: "Salty, fresh and delicious, thick but not greasy, after drinking it, not only the body is warm, but even the spirit is much better, worthy of Akagi!" ”

"There will be a long time in the future, as long as the admiral likes it, Akagi will always do it for you."

Akagi, who was full of smiles on his face, took a sip of the seafood porridge he had made, and it could be seen that she was very useful for Mo Yan's praise.

"One more bowl!"

Quincy handed over the empty bowl that she had licked and shiny, this was already the eighth bowl of seafood porridge she had drunk, and if there was another bowl, it would be nine bowls, which was a full (9) bowl! Thanks to Akagi, when he started cooking porridge, he took into account the amount of food of the ship's mother, and deliberately used a relatively large pot.

However, there seems to be nothing wrong with the blue-haired girl drinking (9) bowls of porridge. After all, blue and (9) and stupid people are made in heaven!

"I want it too!"

Princeton wasn't as good as Quincy, but it was also the fifth bowl. In her opinion, Akagi's magic called "cooking", which can turn ordinary ingredients into dreamlike deliciousness, is difficult for even her, a self-proclaimed magician, to match.

The happiness and satisfaction of diners is the greatest affirmation and praise for the chef.

Akagi smiled as he took the empty bowl from Quincy and Princeton, filled it again, and then handed it back.

In this way, the two American ship girls were unconsciously conquered by the Japanese eldest sister with their cooking skills, and the power of delicious food crossed time and space, eliminating the hatred passed down by the warships of the old generation.

After drinking the delicious seafood porridge, everyone helped Akagi clean up casually, and then walked out of the cabin together, ready to go to the deck to breathe.

No matter how warm the cabin is, it's boring for a long time, and it's good to come out and breathe fresh air once in a while.

The first thing Akagi and Princeton did after they came out was to unload their ships and collect the carrier-based planes hovering over the freighter, and then re-release a few carrier-based planes full of energy to continue reconnaissance.

Two hundred nautical miles away from the coastline, the middle sea is not as good as the inshore sea, and the deep sea born here is not only far more numerous than the offshore area, but also has a certain intelligence, more aggressiveness, higher force field strength, and more types.

Deep-sea battleships, deep-sea battlecruisers, deep-sea aircraft carriers, and other heavyweight deep-sea battleships, which are almost invisible in the near sea zone, are not rare here.

Although Akagi and Princeton are very strong, they dare not slack off in the slightest, and from the moment they entered the Zhonghai area, the carrier-based aircraft of the two aircraft carriers have been conducting reconnaissance around the area around the freighter almost 24 hours a day.

Although this transportation channel is often cleaned up by ships sent by the front-line town guards, they still dare not take it lightly. Because there are their "commanders/admirals" on the freighters, they are more important than their own lives, and they cannot afford to be negligent.

And the facts have also proved that the caution of the two aircraft carrier mothers is not unfounded. Within 20 hours of entering the middle sea, three deep-sea vessels appeared within a radius of 80 nautical miles.

Although they may not be able to spot the freighter due to their deep-sea capabilities, Akagi and Princeton chose to mercilessly sink them for safety.

As soon as I stepped onto the deck, the cold sea breeze suddenly greeted me, blowing away the depression caused by the long stay of several people in the cabin.

The blue sea was a little dark under the gloomy weather, perhaps because the temperature had been dropping, and there were some fine ice floes floating on the sea.

Mo Yan walked to the edge of the boat, propped his hands on the side of the boat, looked at the sea in the distance, took a deep breath of cold air, and then turned to Akagi and asked, "How long have we been out?" ”

"We set off the afternoon before yesterday, and it's been almost thirty-seven or eight hours now!" Akagi walked behind Mo Yan and stood still, like the most competent maid, answering Mo Yan's question.

"Thirty-seven or eight hours, that means we're almost to Shonaris?"

Mo Yan remembered that the distance from Ishnutnor to the town guard of Shironis was almost more than six hundred nautical miles, and according to the cruising speed of the freighter at fifteen knots, wouldn't there be only two or three hours left?

Akagi raised his hand and brushed his hair, which was a little scattered by the sea breeze, behind his ears, and replied softly: "Yes, the carrier-based aircraft I released earlier has already spotted Shurnayisi more than thirty nautical miles ahead, but in order to avoid causing misunderstandings, I withdrew the carrier-based aircraft after arriving at the other party's alert airspace, and did not conduct in-depth reconnaissance. ”

"Oh? Have you already reached out! What is their level of alertness? Mo Yan suddenly became interested.

"So-so! Some of the Zero Coast Scouts and F2A Buffaloes formed an aerial patrol formation, but they didn't fly high enough to notice my P39. Regarding the other party's ability to control carrier-based aircraft, Akagi's words were somewhat disdainful, after all, his peers were enemies.

The Zero Sea Scout and the F2A Buffalo are certainly not comparable to your Pokryshkin, and the heroic and mass production machines are not comparable at all, well! Mo Yan didn't bother to complain about Akagi, you can't help but lose the demeanor of a hundred-level boss!

“P39？ It's Pokrysh Gold Machine! Didn't you trade the rabbit for the banshee? Mo Yan knew that Akagi had conducted a carrier-based fighter exercise with Princeton the day after it was built, and it seemed that Akagi had won in the end.

"There's no need, the Banshee is indeed the strongest fighter, but Pokeley's firepower is stronger, and I use it more easily, so I won't fight with that little girl."

In fact, Akagi also won that drill reluctantly, and the power of the Banshee after the Banshee was paired with Princeton's hat trick was simply amazing! Princeton was able to fight with Akagi's thirty-six Pokryshkin with ten banshees, and for a time he had the upper hand, if Akagi hadn't used some special small means at the end, I was afraid that the drill would really have lost.

"That's fine, lest she always come to shout with me, saying that twenty o'clock is arrogant, and the hat trick is worthy of the banshee is invincible in the world, crying and asking me to give her the banshee, she really likes that fighter!"

In the past, when it was still a game era, Mo Yan never gave the Banshee to Princeton, because the positioning of the light mother in the game was not to dominate the air, either with a torpedo machine to supplement the damage, or with an attack aircraft for anti-submarine, and there was no need for such a good fighter.

But after changing to reality, it's different, and the appearance of the Maiinte force field has made the skills of the ship girls unimaginable. For example, Princeton's hat trick is simply inhumane and unconscionable when applied to the banshee!

"Commander, look this way, this way!"

Just as Mo Yan thought of the ship's skills, Quincy and Princeton on the other side of the deck suddenly called for Mo Yan to look in the direction of their fingers.

Mo Yan looked at it, and a faint outline of an island appeared on the horizon in the distance.

"It's finally here, Shurnaise!"