Nevada woke up from a coma, she was in a trance, and the scene before her eyes kept coming, countless deep-sea planes accompanied by clouds in the sky, flying towards them from a distance. She vaguely remembered that they were chatting about wine and barbecue, and Arizona mentioned her sister, and it was a shame that she had to go to the dockyard to repair it when it was a rare holiday time.

After that, the memory is a little blurry. Nevada only felt a sharp pain in his head, and everyone was stunned by the sudden air raid in the deep sea, did he do something at that time? Nevada doesn't remember exactly. She endured the pain in her body, opened the ship girl network, and a sharp alarm instantly appeared in her ears.

"Pearl Harbor is under air strikes, attention! This is not a drill! ”

"Pearl Harbor is under air strikes, attention! This is not a drill! ”

"Pearl Harbor is under air strikes, attention! This is not a drill! ”

……

In addition to this, when there was no more useful information, Nevada struggled to get up, but when she grabbed it, she grabbed it and grabbed a pinch of yellow sand, and she was shocked.

A cold hand grasped her.

Nevada slowly opened her eyes, her vision blurred for a while, and after a long time, she gradually saw the person in front of her, who was the female stove god.

She was also seriously injured, and blood kept pouring out of her wounds, and simple wrapping roots could not stop the bleeding.

"Ah......h

"Are you alright?"

"It's okay, everyone's okay." The goddess smiled reluctantly.

"What about Arizona?"

The goddess was silent.

Nevada seemed to guess something, and without asking any more, she lay on the beach, looking at the sky overhead, the plane in the deep sea had long been gone.

"What about the deep sea?"

"I came back half an hour ago." The goddess of the hearth had a very ugly face, and they didn't even see the surface of the deep sea.

Nevada didn't speak, just stared blankly at the sky. The goddess of the hearth silently bandaged her wounds while tending to her own wounds.

"Where's my sister?" Nevada spoke again.

The female stove god's hand paused slightly, and she didn't speak, but just increased her strength.

"What about Oklahoma?"

Nevada asked without pause.

The goddess of the hearth still did not speak.

Nevada felt only a pain in her heart, a mixture of sadness and despair, welling up, and the tears could no longer be suppressed.

Why?

Why!

Why......

I've done my best, but I still can't do anything.

The cold hand of the goddess of the hearth covered Nevada's face, gently wiped away the tears on it, she pursed her lips, and the sadness was tightly pressed in her heart.

"We'll win, Stove God." It took a long time for Nevada to finally say something she didn't believe anymore.

"Yes, definitely!" The goddess of the stove said loudly, "I will definitely fish everyone up one by one in the sea, and I will definitely fix them!" I'll fix you, too! ”

"Don't forget! Nevada! My Vesta is Els's strongest repair ship! ”

****

Something happened at Pearl Harbor.

Before the company that had just come out of the storm had time to clean up its bad mood, the plane sent out brought such news. The entire network of Ami Shipwives has become a mess, and the deep sea has defeated the Pacific Fleet at Pearl Harbor almost instantly, which makes the entire Ami Shipwrewn panic.

The company kept sending messages, trying to confirm the current situation of its teammates, but everything was like a stone sinking into the sea, there was no movement, and the entire network was full of deep-sea information, whether true or false. The business irritated and turned off the communications, and she sent out her own reconnaissance machine.

"Haw haw haw (is the eldest sister not in a good mood)?"

"Chirp chirp (it seems that someone stole my hometown)."

The topic of elves has not yet risen, and there is a situation in front of it. A not-so-obvious ripple on the surface of the water caught their attention.

"It's a submarine, right?" An elf said.

"It should be!"

"It's a submarine!"

"Yes, yes, yes! It's a submarine! ”

"I saw her shoot a torpedo!!"

"Oops! I'm going to the eldest sister's side!! ”

"Ah!!! Notify the eldest sister quickly!! ”

"The eldest sister is already dodging the torpedo!!"

"Lots of fish!! Where are so many fish!! ”

"What to do, what to do!! We haven't learned anti-submarine!! Who told me how to blow up the submarine!! ”

Rumble!!!

With a round of diving, the deep-sea submarine, which had just shown its head to check the situation, was sunk by a bomb that fell from the sky.

"What are you talking about?" As soon as the plane was pulled back to its normal altitude, the elf finally turned on the communication, "Twitter." ”

The big guy was silent for a while.

"That's the result of the battle, right?"

"Shouldn't it?"

"We said we blew up and sank the submarine, would they believe it?"

"Anyway, who said that Zhenghang can't be anti-submarine?"

"Is that the cat's head?"

"I think it's GALO."

"It must be the blonde cruiser!"

"She's a battler, isn't she?"

"No, I saw that she was an aircraft carrier!"

"What's her name?"

"Momo, huh?"

"Isn't it called Ella? Who is Momo? ”

"yes, who's Momo?"

"Who said Momo just now?"

"It's not me!"

"It's not me!"

"It's it!"

"Alas, alas!! Caesar! You betrayed me!! I'm going to duel with you!! ”

"Where is the duel? It won't be a women's toilet again, right? ”

"Women's restroom? Why is it called a women's restroom? Are there any men here? An elf suddenly interjected.

The elves were silent.

"Tennessee-sama?"

"You're going to be beaten like that!! Who designed the men's and women's toilets? ”

"I want to ask, what is a man? What is Female? ”

"The ship's mothers should all be considered women, right?"

"So what does a man look like? Are there any characteristics? ”

"I haven't seen it."

"I haven't seen it either."

"Are we men or women?"

The elves were silent again, their little heads completely unable to handle such a profound question.

"Is Mr. Bel McCann considered a man? I think it sounds different. An elf broke the silence.

"The chicken?"

"That's an eagle, George."

"I was there when Lord Quincy baked it, and it wasn't anything special, I think the man should at least look like the ship's mother, right?"

"Looks like the ship's mothers? Cute faces? ”

"And long legs!!"

"Big boobs ---!!"

"Cult!! What is fair is justice!! ”

"Only the destroyer will be flat, and the big ship will be just!!"

"And the skirt!! Skirt! ”

"I love long dresses!!"

"OL is justice!!"

"Dress! Gown!! ”

"But how can you tell the difference between a man and a woman? What are the characteristics of men? ”

“emmm……”

The elves were silent again.

"There must be something more!!"

"What's more?"

"yes, yes, what's more?"

"I think it's something you can't see when you put it on."

"Where is the overabundance that won't be obvious?"

"Skirt!!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Skirt!!! Nothing extra is noticeable under the skirt!! ”

"There must be something underneath the man's skirt!"

"There's got to be something big under the man's skirt!!"

"Agreed!"

"Agreed!!"

……

It was during this discussion that Els began a decades-long misunderstanding of men, which made the future first and second admirals suffer various levels of "humiliation" from their own shipwives.

Isn't that better, though?