Rest area of the fortress of Liège.

This is an area specially built for fighters, and its main function is to make the fighting ship mother recover his strength as quickly as possible. However, the Farlands who know how to enjoy are never satisfied with the recovery of physical strength, and they also have spiritual pursuits.

As a result, even a minimalist room was carefully designed by them. Inside, soft and cozy velvet carpets cover the floor, and on the cream-white ceiling, the shipwives have carefully selected the most comfortable lights. The light is scattered throughout the room through the glass drill on the chandelier. In the room, the utensils are quite comprehensive, and the ship girls have thought of everything they need.

However, all of these are the reveries of the new generation of ships in France who have never experienced a battle. Fantasy and her sisters used nothing but carpets.

Some of them were lying, some were lying on their stomachs, some were sitting upright. For five days, they were the main force used by the defenders of Liege to counterattack. The attack from the deep sea was so fierce that the continuous shelling had already shattered the outer walls of the fortress. At first, the war-weariness plan was still very effective, and the shelling of the deep sea did become sparse due to the blockage of supplies. But the deep-sea reaction is also very fast, at first, she thinks that she can solve the supply team she encounters with artillery bombardment alone, but later, because the deep sea begins to protect, she can only attack with torpedoes from a distance, and in the end, she can't even get close.

The Fantasy Sisters set sail early this morning, but now they come back with nothing. They hadn't even discovered the Deep Sea Supply Fleet before they were spotted by the deep sea cruising nearby. Thanks to their fast speed, the deep sea has nothing to do with them in the case of single-minded evacuation.

Even so, they still bear the traces of war. Even the most joyful fantasy is lifeless at this time. She collapsed there as if she had lost all her life, and her otherwise clean clothes were mottled with stains, all of which were left by the fire of the deep sea. Although they didn't hit her head-on, the dense firepower coverage still left enough traces on the fantasy's body.

"I'll never work so hard again!" Fantasy grunted weakly. When she first received the battle order, she was still very, very excited, but this time it was a real combat mission, alas, she had not received a combat mission since her birth.

At first, she was relaxed, taking a group of sisters to take the "strong enemy" lightly. However, the subsequent development far exceeded the expectations of the young utopian. In just five days, only the utopian sisters were left in the originally formed troops. The rest of the shipwrecks had already died on the way back and forth. Enemies come from the sea, from the sea, and even from the sky, and they are fighting at any time, paying the price of blood every time they intercept supplies.

"Don't be so self-defeating, sister." The sister who spoke was a fantasy, she was the only one who could still sit, even after the battle, she didn't forget to look at the book. Her interests are very wide-ranging, including classics, romance novels, science fiction novels, palace fighting novels, fantasy novels, engineering technology, military theory, agricultural planting, fashion design, housework, hairstyling, jewelry making, pastry making, etc.

Squeak –

The door to the room was pushed open, and the fantasy didn't even have to look up to know what was coming in. It was the logistics ship lady who specially cleaned them for relaxation. Soon, Fantasy felt a chill coming from her back, and she had already begun to clean Fantasy's body. This ship's method is very rusty, and Francis does not have unfamiliar battlefield logistics. The left hand is weak, the right hand is not fine, and the fantasy feels a little uncomfortable, but it is better than nothing. A slight pain came from the fingertips of the ship's mother, although it was not very comfortable, but the fantasy still regained some energy.

In the past few days, it has been fighting on the front line, not only the utopians and others who went to intercept supplies, but also the troops who repaired the fortress the busiest. They withstood the fire of the deep sea, and with the only materials in their hands, they repaired the fortress that was crumbling under the relentless blows of the deep sea.

But even with such a desperate repair, almost all the people in Liège, except for Sukhbaatar who didn't care about it, and Xiao Luo, who was ignorant and ignorant, had already guessed the fate of this fortress, which had been built for less than ten years.

"Ark Royal, they've done their best."

Bad news came one after another. No matter how hard Ingilia tried to stop them, Tirpitz, with his huge fleet, still broke through their blocking net.

"What about the estimated time?" Richelieu had a lot of headaches, and he cared about the Duli side, and the deep sea was also teasing them from time to time, but at this time, how could the Francis mainland, which was already on the verge of war, have the experience to take care of the rear.

"In three days, it will definitely be in Liège." War-weary is also very helpless, it is impossible for Ingilia to send all the troops on her side, and it is good to be able to do this.

"Ami's ready?"

"Don't have too many illusions, the deep-sea reinforcements that came over this time should not be underestimated." "And, you know, the Pacific is ready to move right now." ”

"Isn't there a Celestial Empire dragging over there?" Richelieu Road.

"It's just an ordinary deep sea, although the number is really amazing, but there is no trace of the elite deep sea in the Pacific Ocean, we have been searching for traces of Nagato and Mutsu, but there is still no trace at present."

It was Lexington, the commander of Aramco who came in this time. Washington, on the other hand, had already urgently returned to its homeland a day ago, and it seems that something urgent was also happening there.

"What the hell is going on over there in the Pacific?" Richelieu asked, feeling a hint of unease that the depths of the sea might be on the verge of all-out war against Els.

"We're fine, it's just that the Celestial Empire might be in some trouble."

"That's why Varyag left?" Varyag seemed to have received urgent news the other day and left Liège in a hurry to return to Suvière.

Thus, almost instantly, Sukhbaatar had half less playmates on his side. This made her very unhappy.

Very, very unhappy!

If there is no fishing, forget it!

No, this alone cannot be tolerated!

If it weren't for the prestige and GALO's best efforts, Sukhbaatar would have even planned to run out single-handedly to find the deep-sea flagship.

As for lily of the valley?

Isn't it still a battery?

So in this fortress shrouded in war clouds, only Sukhbaatar appeared to have nothing to do, and even Xiao Luo was pulled by Nelson to train.

She decided to make a big story.