The air was trembling, as if the atmosphere was burning.

The salty sea breeze brings the smell of gunsmoke mixed with it.

The roar was endless, and this tropical island shook and roared as if it were experiencing volcanoes and earthquakes.

It was a large-caliber naval gun, which turned the island over and over again, as if it were ploughing, and it was very patiently ploughed over and over again.

In such an environment, it is undoubtedly very difficult to have a normal conversation with people. So my teacher was yelling in my ear.

"Put it on! Put it on! Then rush out! Help! ”

The teacher waved a piece of cloth as if he were waving a flag! I'm still hesitating, it seems like the only way to go. But if I did, I felt like I was leaving something important about being human.

"Don't hesitate any longer! Otherwise! You! I! And Miss Henderson in the back, she won't live to see the sun tomorrow! We're almost out of ammunition! I command you now! Put it on for me! Then rush out and call for help! ”

The teacher screamed, and her only remaining eye was staring at me red. If it weren't for the fact that she only had one leg left, I'm sure she would have kicked me to the ground and forced me to change the cloth. Although she only has one hand, she is really the kind of existence that you can't beat with one hand.

But this cloth! It is a lady's underwear.

"It's not like you haven't worn briefs!" The teacher yelled.

And it's also a childish underwear with blue and white stripes.

"It's called Sea Soul! This TM is called Sea Soul! You and I are both in the navy, and the style of the blue and white stripes is just right! "The teacher, who has always been a good gentleman in England, has a rare burst of foul language.

This blue and white striped childish lingerie is my sister's! I'm a blood sister!

"That's why you were asked to change it!"

Is there really no other way? For example, Henderson sauce stopped unfolding, and the three of us broke through or something? I don't care about dying in battle or anything.

The teacher stared at me and said leisurely, "All human beings, I hope that each of us will do our duty. ”

Well, you win, Mr. Nelson......

Cadet internships will kill people, I have been prepared, after all, in this era of desperate life with the deep sea, every admiral who joins the navy, or a quasi-admiral, has long had this kind of awareness. Even if it is a student, it is normal for them to be beaten and hung up by the deep sea during the internship.

A soldier, the reason why he is a soldier, is to make death a part of his profession. And the reason why we can face the horror of life and death is because in our values, there is a more important existence than life - honor. For the sake of honor, we can abandon our lives, stay away from our loved ones, and complete the task with the belief that we will die.

However, if you have to change into women's underwear in order to complete the task, honor - no, not only honor, but also discipline will no longer exist, right?

Damn the deep-sea ......

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When did the deep sea appear? I don't know - maybe there was some record a long time ago, right? Divers, Lalaye, tentacles, what...... But at that time, it was all urban weird stuff and stuff. The government wants to cover it casually.

By the time the government couldn't hold it back, the deep sea had already appeared "on a large scale". With the unclear meaning of the sound of "oops, oops, grams, sugar", humanity has directly lost four-fifths of its population.

The worst thing is not this, but that human beings have no way to resist in the face of the deep sea - as long as they get close, they will be frightened crazy, how do you fight?

Fortunately, the sky is endless, and the ship's mother appeared. The heroic spirits of these ancient warships, completely abandoning the sailors who could collapse at any time, operated the huge steel ships of the ancients, resisted the invasion of the deep sea, and kept the human race alive.

However, when the shipwives fought with a fanatical morale that did not match the cute figure, resisting the insane despair and horror, another problem was exposed. Overzealous morale, although it can resist the deep sea, but that irrational charge will bring undeserved heavy casualties. In many cases, with a little command and cooperation, casualties can be reduced by dozens of times -- but the shipwives on the battlefield have no time to care about anything else, just charge frantically, exchanging artillery fire with the deep sea. With killing and being killed, it interprets the tragedy of the battle.

However, this is not war. A battle without command is not a war. Someone needs to bring reason to the battle of the ship's mother.

Thus, the Admiral was born. Rushing to the front line with the ship's mother and facing the deep sea together.

The first requirement to become an Admiral: face the deep sea and not go crazy. Stay sane and calm.

There are not many humans who can meet this requirement, so ninety percent of the Admiral Cadets have hung up during the internship. The rest, in general, have their own reasons to keep themselves calm and sober. For example, those with a particularly good mind (about 5% of the total number of admirals), those with a particularly resolute personality (about 1% of the total number of admirals), and those with a comic personality that can be reduced to the point that there is no SAN value, and the deep sea is helpless against them - more than 93% of the admirals are this kind of character.

However, even if it is a joke, it does not mean that wearing my sister's underwear will make you feel more effective - for some people, maybe putting the panties on your head will lift your spirits. But believe me, that kind of person will be taught directly by the pickets at the Admiralty Academy. But the teacher who led the internship team forced me to change into my sister's underwear, but it was because of my extremely miserable background.

Well, to put it simply, when I was very young, my dad took a few of my ladies and tried to launch a counterattack into the deep sea. In the end, my two sisters and I had to rely on each other when we were young, relying on the pensions of my father and mother and the care of his comrades.

As a "******", the advantage is that the political trial is directly passed, which is quite naval? No problem, go straight to the academy. However, Daddy left us with quite a bit of trouble.

As a major general's father, he may not be able to fight among the admirals - although my old ladies are considered to be the top existence among the ship's mothers. But he was an old man and did two things that were enough to go down in history.

First, he was the first human to break the reproductive segregation, and I don't know if there was anything behind. It is said that when my eldest sister was still in fetal form, the Academy of Sciences was engaged in biology, and many people were sent to rescue with myocardial infarction. Because my eldest mother is the ship's mother, the Enterprise. So my eldest sister is also a ship mother, inheriting her mother's bloodline, and she is also an aircraft carrier. And because of my father's bloodline - so it is a Chinese aircraft carrier, if it is fully equipped and sails, the side number is brushed with a big 16. The eldest sister is like a mother, because of the kindness and gentle nature of the eldest sister, so my childhood with the second sister was quite peaceful. Although due to the eldest sister's terrifying appetite, the whole family often falls into a food crisis, at this time, it is all up to the second sister to save the scene.

Here is the second thing that my father did back then, which was enough to go down in history. Even as a son, I can't help but blush a little bit about my father's behavior back then. The mother of the second sister is a submarine, the Big Mackerel. As a viceroy, having multiple wives, as long as the number of natural persons in them does not exceed one, is not considered illegal - you can say that men and women are not equal, but in this war-torn world where the ratio of men to women is 1 to 9, in fact, some people still have a little bit of a grit about monogamy. But the key question is, whenever my classmates at the academy come and tease me and say, "I heard that your dad pushed the submarine", how do you think I can maintain my classmate relationship? The second sister is a submarine with Chinese blood, I don't know if it is the cause of genetic mutation, the small amount of food is abnormal, and it was not until it was fully loaded that I found out that the 094-level submarine, although it is noisy in life (this kind of character is very rare in submarines), but it is really super ~~ to save resources. And the best thing is that because of the blood connection, the eldest sister and the second sister can exchange equipment - if the eldest sister wears the second sister's underwear, the amount of food will be greatly reduced, and she will run farther. Don't ask me why my pension isn't enough. The pension left by my father back then was astronomical -- but it was normal for anyone to maintain an aircraft carrier privately and hover on the verge of bankruptcy. When I was a child, my family basically survived on potatoes supported by Aunt O'Bannon, so now I want to vomit when I see potatoes.

As for me, I'm a boy, so I naturally chose to be a commander. Of course, I'm the best at fighting among the Admirals - probably inheriting my own mother's crazy blood. I'm crazy, even the battleship instructors in the academy have a headache. Of course, for various reasons, my classmates don't know, but the tutors are all my mother's comrades-in-arms back then, so in their eyes, my background is not a secret.

Unexpectedly, now I have to rely on my life experience to save my life. What an unfortunate thing. First, I don't want to give people a feeling of "second generation", and I don't really want to be in the shadow of my father's glory. The second, and most important reason, is that "ship man" is really not a good pronunciation.

Three days ago, Mr. Nelson led a team to this tropical island as a class. The content of the internship is base construction. Because it was a cadet internship, we didn't really build a base, but accompanied by the airfield Ji - a variant of the ship's mother - Miss Henderson Airport, to carry out the operation.

Then, probably one of us had an auspicious aura of our own, and was discovered by a large group of deep seas. In the state of communication interference, a saturation bombardment at the level of a battleship, and the rest of the people were directly pulverized. Because of my special physical condition, I survived with Miss Henderson and Mr. Nelson. However, the supply losses are seventy-seven-eighty-eight.

Because of the rampant nature of the deep sea, this kind of long-distance internship is generally timed once a week, and it is necessary to maneuver immediately after the contact, otherwise it will be a lot of fun. In other words, our people find out that we are in a bad situation, and it will take four days, and then they will probably send assistance - if they send less, they will probably destroy us together, and if they send more, they will probably need to organize a few more days and then help us take revenge. However, judging from the habits of the college, the first possibility is more likely.

So Mr. Nelson's attitude was that he would bite the other party's flesh even if he died, so he ordered Miss Henderson to continue to unfold. Anyway, I was ready to fight to the death, so on the first night, I showed up the prototype and had a fight with Mr. Nelson. Teacher Nelson was excited on the spot, and on the second night, the two of them continued to go crazy, but on the third day, they found that the supplies were not enough......

Sister Henderson would have required a lot of resources to expand. The rest of me squandered about the same as Mr. Nelson. Then there are some that need to be used to defend Sister Henderson. If you count the fuel needed by Sister Henderson when she counterattacked, the resources are absolutely insufficient. Don't ask me why I don't save some money, when I don't have a commander, the ship's mother will not care about resources. When I was wandering with my teacher, I wasn't as an admiral - I was the craziest one. So the teacher hit the idea in a strange place.

There are too many things to complain about, and there are some horrors, the worst of which is why the tutor carries the second sister's underwear with him. But under the rain of bullets, if it's not Gensokyo, it's better not to complain on the spot - after all, the protection of the big break is not as good as the rules of the spell card, if you lose your life because of the complaint...... Originally, the festival was no longer enough.

The second sister's underwear can't be used, so it can only be changed. Teacher Nelson is not shy about it at all. "When you were young, which of you didn't see it?"

I can't refute it, after my father and mother died, thanks to the help of their comrades-in-arms, my sisters and I were able to survive in the troubled times. But in front of the elders...... Belch...... Damn, I can't put my mouth out. I can't beat Sister Henderson in full form, and I can't beat Teacher Nelson.

So I silently, humiliatingly changed into my damn gear, and then stepped on the gap in the barrage, ready to rush into the water from the shelter behind the reef. Then expand the subspace and transform.

"The old lady gave you just a front! Transform into a breakout! ”

Speaking of which, Mr. Nelson, you can only be just positive, right?

"Shout out! When you transform, shout out to the old lady! "Teacher Nelson is hot-blooded and desperately crazy.

"Royal Navy Nelson-class ship one! Nelson! Bet on my big7 name and blast you waste wood into slag! ”

Mr. Nelson pulled out three triple 406mm naval guns arranged in a pyramid and roared over.

Okay, let's go crazy with you. Anyway, it's all about the festival.

"Navy warrant officer Zhang Leshan! The Navy of the Republic 052D-class ship No. 1, 172! Kunming! High-temperature gas-cooled reactor module deployment! In the name of my mother's Raffi generation, let's go to hell together! ”