Chapter 38: This is the posture of a fake wrestling king
When Sukhbaatar took the lead and rushed in headlessly, Varyag had just woken up from his sleep. Langley didn't tell her why she stopped, so she didn't know her situation yet, but she had been worried about her elves, who had not been heard from since Eben Emir went missing. It stands to reason that now they should have exceeded the radius of movement of their carrier-based aircraft, and they should have returned home automatically. This is the case in two scenarios, either it is shot down, which is the last thing the Varyag wants, or there is not enough fuel to return. And after so long without news, the situation is more and more biased towards the first case, how can Varyag's mood improve. Coupled with the fact that her carrier-based aircraft had run out of aircraft, and there was not enough aluminum in the army to replenish her, this feeling of emptiness of losing her support made her very uncomfortable. For the first time since she got the carrier-based aircraft from Yat-sen, she felt the powerlessness of the aircraft carrier after losing it. Sure enough, never having it and having it and losing it after having it are two completely different feelings.
The interweaving of various emotions made Varyag look very weak. Langley was very uneasy about Varyag's state, as a teacher, she always put her students first, even if Varyag was Suvière's ship's mother, but as long as it was her student, she had to be responsible.
"It's okay, Alpha is so strong, it will definitely come back." Langley knew what she was thinking when she saw that Varyag was awake and staring at the sky in a daze.
"But they should have been back long ago."
"Don't worry, their planes aren't still there."
It was because the plane piloted by the elves had not yet disappeared from the Varyag's carrying information, and she still had hope for it. But since these elves were not shot down, where did they go?
"Come, get something to eat." Langley handed over a bite to eat. This black-and-gray food is kneaded into a ball, and it is an emergency military ration that Els World has equipped the army, and it is made of various deep-sea fish crushed and kneaded. The toxins in it have not been removed, but they are rich in various resource components that the ship's mother needs, and even the aluminum required by the aircraft carrier has a fine content.
What this kind of military food is criticized for is not its toxin, this toxin is nothing in the eyes of a healthy ship girl, what really makes the ship girl unbearable is its taste. Deep-sea fish are fish that have been polluted by the deep sea, and perhaps from the world where the deep sea is located, and they feed on the wreckage of ships on the bottom of the sea, but in addition to being rich in resources, they are also rich in the taste of the deep sea. This disgusting smell of decay, as if it were the smell of rotten meat after it has been fished out of the sea, is definitely not the taste of food.
"Hiss......" ate one, Varyag gasped, this strange smell, as soon as it touched her saliva, it instantly exploded on her taste buds, immediately filled the entire mouth, and even wanted to rush out of her nose.
Varyag wiped away the tears that had come from the overstimulation of his nose. The taste soon flowed into her esophagus, and within a few moments, a warm current representing energy spread out of her stomach, and she felt a little better, who had been a little sluggish.
"I really don't know why Xiao Supplement likes to eat things like deep-sea fish." Varyag laughed, trying to ease the oppressive atmosphere around him.
"Maybe it's in her world, it's food." Langley said that Sukhbaatar had become widely known as a shipwreck from another world, promoted by the Alliance, intentionally or unintentionally.
"I don't think it's just because deep-sea fish are the hardest fish to catch." Or the Varyag understands the character of the little supply.
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While the Varyag and Langley were chatting and laughing in a desperate situation, the utopian fantasy that had gone to Eben Emir to check was evading the pursuit of the deep sea.
She has a strong posture and shows the sheer speed of Els's top elementary school students. Neither the shelling nor the torpedoes of the deep sea hurt her.
"Why is there so much of a deep sea all of a sudden!!" She complained, and then expertly dodged the shelling from the depths. The shell fell into the sea and exploded. However, the splash of water did not even touch the hair of fantasy.
"Chirp! Haw! ”
What she was holding in her arms turned out to be the lost elven alpha of Varyag. The other elves were stuffed into the ship's suit, and even the plane was violently stuffed into it. And Alpha stayed outside, showing the way to fantasy.
Yes, fantasy is a road idiot. This is not obvious in peacetime, after all, every time she gets lost, her reliable terrible sister is found. But after Francis entered a state of war, the Fantasy Sisters were scattered, and Joan of Arc did not know about Fantasy, only that she was one of the fastest shipwives in Francie, so she sent her out.
Then as soon as the fantasy came out of Liege, it went astray, and it didn't react until it reached the Ardennes Sea, after all, the reef there was very awkward, and no matter how stupid the fantasy was, he understood that he was on the wrong path. She hurriedly reported her location, only to find that there was no signal. So she had no choice but to bite the bullet and head north.
The result, of course, could not reach Eben-Emile, and she plunged headlong into Germany. Yes, that's right, the utopian dream went to the Eben Emile, and as a result, he ran to Germany.
Surprisingly, she was not attacked very violently in Germany, at least at least at a lower intensity than she was currently enduring. Naturally, there is no ship girl to ask for directions, and there is a deep sea everywhere. Thankfully, she met the elves who had come out to wander out of the Varyag.
When they encountered these elves, they were being chased by a fleet of planes that were even larger than the bombing of Eben Emir, and it was obviously making some big news.
The elves didn't have enough fuel to return home, and the fantasy needed someone to guide them, so the two sides hit it off and reached a consensus.
After going through a lot of hardships, I finally arrived at the Eben Emir, and what I saw was the Eben Emir who had become a ruin under the occupation of the deep sea. She had just emerged, and before she had time to be surprised, she was discovered by the deep sea, and in desperation, she could only rush in the direction of Varyag under the guidance of Alpha.
The result, of course, was to crash headlong into the encirclement of the deep sea. As soon as he saw her, the deep sea rushed up like a mad dog that saw meat, and he didn't want to waste his resources and could only dodge. As a result, the deep sea is gathering more and more, and now the deep sea that is chasing her is at least a quarter of the depth of the invasion.
However, Utopia is still very confident in her own evasion, and her speed is definitely higher than that of the deep sea. This situation will not last long, after all, the deep sea is overwhelming, and they gradually form a form of encirclement of fantasy.
And the unobstructed anomalies of the deep sea are naturally visible at a glance on the ship's radar. The defenders of Liege discovered the anomaly at the same time as Langley.
"What's going on? Why that direction? Langley was astonished that the deep sea was heading away from Liege.
"Sukhbaatar, this guy, actually made such a move!" Joan of Arc mistakenly thought that all this was done by small supplies, but the action of the deep sea left a hole in the encirclement, "Where is Miss Richelieu now?" ”
This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.