In fact, for these ship wives who live in orbit for most of the year, the strangest thing about the order from the Doge's Palace is not to put the monitoring targets on the deep sea territory and the moon, but to follow the sentence "All weapon systems remain offline"

Although since the launch of this orbital weapon system, except for the first few times when it strayed into the deep-sea airspace and was shot down by a few deep-sea habitats with over-the-horizon strike capabilities, it has not encountered any attacks. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

But the absence of danger does not mean that weapon systems are useless. Without this orbital weapon system, the Pacific theater of operations, which has been without a governor for nearly a hundred years, is likely to become the theater with the largest territorial losses.

If this system is offline, it means that if any of the town guards are attacked by the deep sea habitat now, they will not be able to apply for orbital weapon support, and the town guards with insufficient background may kneel.

However, doubts are doubts, these ship girls who have been specially modified to walk in space without wearing protective clothing still carry out this order.

After it was completed, most of the space station mothers, especially the ships in the weapons room, gathered to the windows of the space station to see what it was for, and the governor's palace would issue such an order.

Their wait didn't last long, and when time in the Pacific Theater of Operations entered darkness and a full moon could be seen rising into the sky on the ground, the central area of the black fog that had been covering the deep sea territory suddenly began to spin strangely.

It's like a typhoon in the core of the Deep Sea Territory, and judging from this size and scale, this is at least a fifteenth-level natural disaster.

"Is this some secret superweapon?" Some ship girls glanced at the ship girl camp with some curiosity, and it was a quiet mess.

Of course, at such a high position, even if there are really any meteorological weapons in use below, these native ships will not be able to see it.

Compared to other colleagues in the cabin who didn't know what was going on, the shipwrews in each space station's observation room and the station directors of each space station who also stayed in the observation room could see more clearly.

"Unknown flying object discovered! The number has reached 20,000! And counting!! The girls in the observation room, who were busy sitting in their respective places, shouted loudly.

Anyway, my own webmaster is by my side, so I don't need to submit the report first.

"I want specific information about these UFOs." Stationmaster Quincy asked, sitting in the Borg's place, his eyes fixed on the screen.

"Scanning! The results are ...... Ahh......h It's an unknown specialized deep-sea ship girl!! "Princeton, who had been put on the fence by Stationmaster Quincy for ten minutes in space, almost bit his tongue when he read the scan report.

"What??" Stationmaster Quincy shuddered and unbuckled the seat belt on his seat and quickly floated to Princeton's side, regardless of why Princeton was covering his cheeks, looking nervously at the scanning screen that was supposed to be in charge of Princeton.

"I've never seen a deep-sea ship girl, she has the ability to fly in space, and her speed is ......" Stationmaster Quincy didn't say a word, and the ship's face in the observation room turned white.

By the time Quincy Stationmaster came to the conclusion that if these deep seas set their eyes on the orbital weapon space station at their feet, they would never be able to escape with the heavy maneuvering ability of the space station, the faces of these ship girls were almost the same as those of the deep sea ship girls.

Just when Stationmaster Quincy felt that he was about to have a heart attack at a young age, Lan, who was in charge of code recognition, said in a subtle tone:

"The other party sent me an identification code for friend or foe, yes...... It's friendly identification. ”

"What? Has the War Zone Intelligence Service been turned into a pig farm? Even the identification code has been removed??? "The stationmaster of Quincy once again lowered his evaluation of the work of the North House.

"It's not...... It's the Governor's personal identification code......" Langley's tone was more subtle.

"......" Stationmaster Quincy was stunned for a moment, and then drew a cross on his chest, and the other three American light carriers followed suit.

"Death to the leaker" After finishing the action, the stationmaster Quincy said in a tone that everyone understands, fortunately, the secrecy level of the ship girls in the observation room is high enough, and the ears of this warning are calloused, so there is no change in expression.

"Does this mean that the war is over?" Princeton's brain circuit, which is good at complaining, is very strange.

"What war ended?" Stationmaster Quincy didn't keep up with Princeton's train of thought for a moment.

"I mean, since these unseen deep seas use the Governor's identification code, doesn't it mean that the Governor has reclaimed the deep sea? And those areas where the deep sea appears seem to be the territory of the middle perch. Princeton gave his reasons.

Stationmaster Quincy, who originally intended to refute Princeton's thinking too much, hesitated for a while and found that he had no way to refute Princeton's words, and finally could only sigh and say: "Even if the war in our Pacific theater is over, the war in other theaters will continue." ”

"The Governor can reclaim the past one by one!" Princeton had great confidence in Governor Arden.

Or, when that incident happened that day, all the space warship girls who stayed in the space station had a lot of confidence in Governor Arden.

If Arden were a god, then these space forces might become Arden's fanatics.

"Other theaters of war are okay, but what about the African theater?" Langley reminded Princeton that although Langley also believed in the abilities of Governor Abdul, the African theater ...... The meat grinder battlefield that has lasted for so many years cannot be pushed by common sense.

Some people jokingly say that the African theater is the epitome of the war with ancient humans when the deep-sea ship first appeared in this world hundreds of years ago, but this microcosm is not small enough.

And in terms of cruelty, the way of fighting is more tragic than in the African theater of operations, which is a little more backward than in the ancient human era.

Otherwise, there would be no game nerd who describes the African theater as a "bloody battle" battlefield set by a certain board game of ancient human civilization.

After "......" heard Langley mention the African theater of operations, the shipwives in the observation room, including Station Commander Quincy, fell into an eerie silence.

"What should we do now, without saying anything that far away? Is that all there is to it? Princeton was the first to come back to his senses and asked.

"Well, let's just do it, I can see why the Governor's Mansion wants us to take our weapons systems offline." Stationmaster Quincy sighed and said, if the weapon system is not offline, seeing these special deep-sea ships that can fly in space, maybe any space station can't help but come to it.

In that case, things will be a big deal, and it is estimated that the entire Space Force will have to make a wave from top to bottom.

"But this feeling of being an audience is very bad, especially when those deep-sea ship girls are still involved." Princeton said in a somewhat lost tone.

"Since the Governor's Mansion has asked us to take the weapon system offline, there must be other arrangements, and we can do our job." Stationmaster Quincy said as he glanced at the direction of the specialized deep-sea attacks, which were not so beautiful when viewed in space.

"There's unusual movement on the moon!" The last light mother assaulter who was responsible for observing the moon said suddenly.

However, at this time, it is not necessary to have special observation equipment to see the anomalies on the moon, unless you can ignore the dense red rays that suddenly appear on the moon.

When the ship girls of these orbital space stations looked at the moon one after another, there was also a surge of golden energy in the governor's mansion in the Pacific Theater of the ship girl's camp. (To be continued.) )