"Small supplies!" Varyag hugged Sukhbaatar, his little face rubbing constantly.

"Don't do that." Little Supply tried to break free, but to no avail, and her strength was not at all as great as that of the Varyag.

"Why are you here?" The Varyag is not yet familiar with his ship's outfit, and although he knows that the situation is a little bad, he does not know much about the current situation.

Béarn and her troops were stationed on the nearest island to Liege, but it was the closest, and it was also ten or twenty kilometers away. In front of the fortress of Liège, there is a completely unobstructed sea area, and if the deep sea starts to attack, there is no cover that can be covered at all.

There are few facilities on the island, and there is a desolate scene everywhere. In normal times, this is a completely inconspicuous island, but now it is the best place for the shipwives to rest. They weren't surrounded for a long time, but with the time they fled, it was a matter of days. A few days of fear and exhaustion had left them with little fighting spirit.

"How's it going out there?"

Pulling the prestige aside and looking at the Varyag in the distance, who was chatting with Sukhbaatar, Langley asked her top concern.

And after pacifying the troops who were agitated because of the arrival of Prestige and others, Beyan also came over.

"Liege already knows about you."

"And they sent reinforcements?" Langley was shocked.

"Not for the time being, due to the lack of troops, Liege is not able to come out to rescue for the time being."

"That's fine." Seeing the purpose of the deep sea, Langley naturally did not want the defenders of Liege to easily abandon this fortress that was easy to defend and difficult to attack.

"As far as I know, you shouldn't be so reckless." After learning about Liège's situation, Béarn turned his attention to Prestige's actions this time.

"It happened suddenly, and I couldn't stop it." Prestige smiled bitterly, Sukhbaatar's temperament was too out-of-the-box, and he didn't give Prestige any time to prepare. As soon as I received the news on the first foot, I had already walked outside the Liege Pass in the next step.

"Yikes!! Alpha!! And in the small gang on the side, Varyag saw the elf he had been thinking about for a long time, "What about everyone, are you okay?" ”

"It's okay, it's okay." As he spoke, he opened his ship's suit. Counting the alpha, Yat-sen gave her a lot of twelve elves.

Varyag quickly gathered the elves back. And the fantasy also took out the plane stuffed in her ship's suit, due to the small space, the carrier-based aircraft had been squeezed and deformed, but Varyag brushed it, and it still looked usable.

"What the hell have you done, do you know I'm worried." Varyag trained his elves in Kirov's example, and subconsciously called up their aerial footage. Under Langley's education, this basic knowledge of aircraft carriers has been incorporated into her own behavior.

"Your elf is also brave, alas, and flew into Germany!" The fantasy vividly depicts the scene when she meets the elves, "When I met them, they were being chased by deep-sea planes......"

"Chirp! Haw! ”

"Oh oh, it's fighting, they're fighting with deep-sea carrier-based aircraft, and they're in a very ...... crisis."

"Ah!!h

As he spoke, Varyag squatted down covering his eyes.

"What's wrong?" The little supply, which was listening with relish, immediately helped the Varyag.

"Little supply ......" Varyag looked up, her eyes were already full of tears, and her face was red.

"What's wrong?"

"Little Supplies...... Woo......"

"What's wrong, Tile?" Varyag didn't say anything else, and the small supplies were even more anxious.

"I'm not pure! Woo......" said Varyag, and he burst into tears.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? Langley, who heard his student's cry, rushed over, "You bullied her?" ”

Langley put one hand on his waist and the other on his glasses, looking like he was about to speak.

"No, no!" Fantasy immediately retorted, "She was suddenly like this." ”

"What the hell is going on?" Langley asked for a small supply.

"I don't know ...... either" Xiao Supplement also looked confused, just now everyone was still happy, and the Varyag was suddenly like this.

"Teacher...... Woo......" Varyag also saw Langley, and rushed up and hugged Langley, who was trying to understand the situation, "I'm not pure...... Woo...... Woo......"

"Okay, don't cry, tell the teacher, what's going on?" Langley crouched down, his white hand brushing Varyag's flushed cheeks and helping her wipe away the tears.

"I'm seeing things I shouldn't be seeing." Varyag sobbed.

"What do you see?"

Varyag fell silent.

"Send it to the teacher?" She knew that Varyag was reluctant to say.

"Teacher...... Do you really want to see it? ”

"Send it over."

After a pause, both of them fell silent.

"Alright, it's okay." Langley stood up and said casually.

"Are you really okay?" Prestige was very confused.

"It's not a big deal." Langley smiled awkwardly, her cheeks flushed a little.

"Chirp! Haw! Alpha also circled around Varyag, knowing that Varyag was crying because of himself, but he didn't understand why, he just blew up a place that looked big with his men. In its limited brain capacity, it seemed to be a library, filled with books of all kinds.

*****

Deutsche.

Bismarck, however, was having a headache for his sister. When she was about to fight, her sister Tirpitz, who had been staying in the harbor and refused to come out, suddenly rushed out and said angrily that she was going to fight.

"I'm going to kill those damn carriers!! I'm going to tear those hateful planes apart one by one!! ”

Tirpitz's roar knew it was still there. But Bismarck was still blinded.

But it's a good thing that my sister was able to step out of Minato.

Probably so......

*****

And in Liège, War Weary and Richelieu met.

"See you again, War-Weary Lady."

"Please advise me then, Miss Richelieu."

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the two sides got to business. Although judging from the current situation, the ship girl outside is relatively safe, and before the defenders of Liege come out, the deep sea probably does not plan to move this bait.

"However, we must send troops tonight." "At the very least, Sukhbaatar must be safe." ”

"We naturally know the importance of Sukhbaatar, but if we go out in such a hurry, I am afraid that we will be ambushed in the deep sea, after all, the purpose of the deep sea is this." Richelieu said.

"Besides, according to Joan of Arc, the sea outside is shielded, and we don't know the situation yet, so I'm afraid it's a bit inappropriate to send troops like this."

"You can rest assured that there should be a mark of prestige along the way."

"Mark?"

"Of course, our head maid in Ingilia has always been thoughtful."

Prestige had already left a message to war weariness when the small supplies were clamoring to get out. She knew that there was a very serious shield outside, so she even left a mark along the way.

"Sign...... It's something old. ”

"But it works, doesn't it?"

"Then let's talk about the number of troops." Richelieu knew that it was completely impossible for his own troops to rescue the shipwrewn inside at one time, but there was still hope for sending some fast enough teams to rescue two or three scattered shipwrens.

"Then let's have a good talk." War weariness brought out the message that reinforcements from Ingillia were approaching Liège.