Elder brother's garrison

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Just as Missouri was leisurely muttering to himself about his tattered ship equipment, Hindenburg, standing behind Missouri, charged forward again, carrying his own ship equipment and shouting Missouri's name.

Boom boom boom boom boom————

Hindenburg raised its rigging, and in an instant, a barrage of shells rained down on the Missouri.

Fortunately, the damage to the ship's equipment did not affect the Missouri's speed.

With its superior speed compared to Hindenburg, Missouri quickly accelerated and brought itself to safety, avoiding a round of Hindenburg's fire.

The devastating explosion completely turned the sea between Missouri and Hindenburg upside down.

The shells fired during strafing are usually far less powerful than normal main gun fire. In theory, even a battleship with similar armor could easily be taken down by this level of strafing as if it were taking a bath.

However, if we take into account that Hindenburg's shelling carried true damage...

This round of firing was an extremely threatening attack for Missouri.

Missouri turned around, raised his turret, stared at the water curtain behind him, and then quickly raised the turret and fired two shots in one direction.

The ship's equipment was damaged, so much so that Missouri's artillery fire was instantly weakened many times over, appearing much less effective.

Boom——

The shells immediately tore through the rising water.

After the splash, Hindenburg nimbly dodged Missouri's shelling by sidestepping. Hindenburg's body paused for a while, and only after the stiffness from dodging the shells subsided did he stare with eyes that seemed to glow in a physical sense as he chased after Missouri.

“…” Missouri raised an eyebrow as she watched Hindenburg catch up.

Generally speaking, when facing an enemy that has already entered a state of moderate damage, whose shelling is slow and ineffective, and who can no longer inflict effective damage on the battleship, if you are still at full strength, then appropriately trading damage for damage, inflicting a thousand damage on the enemy while losing a hundred of your own, is an effective way to quickly achieve victory.

However, when Hindenburg was faced with shelling that clearly couldn't cause any effective damage, she immediately stopped her pursuit and chose to evade before catching up.

There are generally only two possibilities for this behavior.

The first possibility is that Hindenburg enjoys fighting, is not in a hurry to win, and is not afraid of the instability caused by a prolonged battle.

—Of course, this possibility doesn't exist. As Yonggan told Xiaobai and Missouri before, Hindenburg doesn't like fighting. She's a ship girl who prefers victory to fighting. Especially since Hindenburg has lost all morning, at this time, especially when facing Missouri, she should be even more eager for victory, desperately eager.

The second possibility is that Hindenburg's fighting style is very steady and solid, completely avoiding any dangerous operations. This kind of fighting style is very rare among ship girls.

Missouri glanced at Hindenburg behind him.

"Missouri!!!" Hindenburg, eyes wide, grabbed his gun and chased after Missouri with a frenzied expression.

No matter how you look at it, this senior doesn't seem like someone who prefers a conservative playing style, and he's also an extremely calm person...

In this case.

There might only be one left.

Missouri took a deep breath.

That senior must have had some special reason for demanding a high degree of self-preservation.

Speaking of which, the artillery attack itself deals true damage, and judging from what we just saw, there's no limit to how many shots it can fire in a row, which seems a bit too powerful...

If we infer it this way...

It seems that Hindenburg's mysterious skill must have some kind of restriction, such as "can only be activated when at full health" or "can only be activated when not in a damaged state".

Missouri blinked.

"Thinking about it this way makes me feel much more balanced."

Missouri laughed twice, then turned around on the water, carrying the cannon.

"Is Hindenburg's skill the one that deals more damage the better his own condition is?" Missouri shouted to Hindenburg.

The booming artillery fire from Hindenburg drowned out the shouts from Missouri.

Hindenburg did not hear Missouri's shouts.

"Missouri!!! I will defeat you!!! I will conquer you!!!" Hindenburg shouted Missouri's name, carrying his ship's rigging as he charged out of the spraying water.

“I see, Missouri understands.” Missouri nodded, a beautiful smile curving her red lips. “Hindenburg is truly a hard-working person. Seeing how hard-working he is, even I, Missouri, have thought about whether I should just let myself be defeated by him and fulfill one of his wishes…”

Missouri looked toward Hindenburg.

His gaze was gentle.

Like sunlight.

"What a pity." Missouri lifted the tattered ship rigging behind her. "In front of the Admiral, Missouri is truly willing to do anything, except lose..."

Sunlight streamed down.

Time seems to stand still.

The Missouri's gun emplacements, raised high in the air, erupted with fiery light at that moment.

"boom"

In an instant, a powerful shell erupted from the Missouri's cannon barrel, engulfing everything in flames. As if it had been transformed into a living being, it flapped its wings in the sky and circled as it hurtled toward Hindenburg.

Hindenburg instinctively dodged.

Missouri's flamethrowers also changed direction.

There was a bang.

Missouri's shelling hit Hindenburg with a huge explosion.

Flames swept through.

Hindenburg's ship rigging shattered into pieces. She cried out in pain, and then, with her ship rigging reduced to its lowest possible state and surrounded by the remnants of her ship rigging in cannon form, she was blasted from mid-air by a powerful shot from Missouri and fell into the distant sea.

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The seawater was icy cold.

The ship's equipment was scalding hot.

Hindenburg, who was sinking, did not lose consciousness; she simply stared blankly into the distance in the seawater.

Under the water.

It was full of ship equipment wreckage.

Icy.

And it was pitch black.

Glug glug glug————

Hindenburg opened his mouth, and a series of bubbles gushed out.

Hindenburg stretched out his arms with all his might, paddling anxiously towards the sea.

Break the surface of the water.

The familiar sunlight heated up a small layer of seawater near the surface.

It's salty and hot.

"Pfft... Ha... Cough cough..." Hindenburg coughed twice, looking rather disheveled, as he broke through the water's surface.

"If Missouri isn't mistaken, your skill, senior, should be that when you're not in a damaged state, artillery fire will deal some true damage, right?" Missouri walked over from a distance on the water's surface, smiling as she looked at Hindenburg, who was struggling to stay afloat, and said this.

“Unfortunately, Senior Hindenburg, after your ship equipment was damaged, you probably no longer have the true damage ability you had before…” Missouri let Hindenburg grab his collar and smiled at him. “Missouri’s skills are exactly the opposite of yours, Senior Hindenburg. Although Missouri’s skills rely heavily on luck when activated, once activated, they are a kind of skill that can ignore ship equipment damage and unleash absolutely accurate artillery fire that exceeds the original strength.”

This is truly a skill that perfectly counters Hindenburg's techniques...

Hindenburg, Missouri, smiled but did not utter a final word.

"Missouri! Missouri..." Hindenburg, panting heavily, saw Missouri, her eyes widened, and then she yanked her arm out, emerging from the water with a splash. She glared at Missouri and ran towards her.

It seems to be due to the intense, back-and-forth battle that took place all morning.

After the ship's equipment was severely damaged, fatigue struck instantly.

Hindenburg had lost the energy she had just had; she looked somewhat exhausted, and even her body swayed as she ran.

Missouri did not flee Hindenburg.

Hindenburg staggered to Missouri's side, panting, and reached out to grab Missouri's chest.

Hindenburg's eyes were filled with an indomitable spirit.

"...Again!"

Hindenburg, clutching Missouri by the collar, gritted his teeth and forced out a single sentence, "Again!! Again!!"

Hindenburg seemed to be using his last ounce of energy to roar at Missouri.

“Alright, since it’s your request, senior, Missouri is happy to oblige, no matter how many times you wish, as long as you want.” Missouri reached out and gently covered Hindenburg’s hand with hers, smiling softly at him. “However… before the next exercise, could Missouri say a few words first…”

"Stop...stop talking nonsense! And, and with me...perform...exercise..." Hindenburg's grip on Missouri's chest was getting weaker and weaker, and she was practically shouting at Missouri with her head held high.

They shouted until the very end.

Hindenburg's hands, which were gripping Missouri's chest, trembled more and more, and then loosened.

Hindenburg swayed, loosened her grip on Missouri's clothes, and took a few small breaths.

Right now.

A hand reached behind Hindenburg's waist.

Missouri gently embraced Hindenburg and reached out her other hand to pat Hindenburg's shoulder.

"That shot Hindenburg fired at Missouri just now...it was really cool." Missouri smiled and said confidently in Hindenburg's ear, "Hindenburg is indeed an excellent battleship, a one-of-a-kind battleship."

"..." Hindenburg blinked, turned her head to look at Missouri, and remained silent for a long time before finally speaking in a daze, "...Really?"

"It's true."

"..." Hindenburg let out a soft breath, raised her head, and glanced at the sky.

Azure.

It was a deep, clear blue.

“…Thank you…” Hindenburg murmured softly, slowly closed his eyes, and fell into Missouri’s arms with a thud. “…Thank…you.”

Hindenburg's breathing.

Things have finally stabilized.

Missouri embraced the limp Hindenburg, ran her hand through his disheveled white hair, glanced silently at the sleeping Hindenburg with his eyes closed, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Senior Hindenburg, you're welcome."

Missouri said, leaning close to Hindenburg's ear.

He did his best to lower his voice.

"...But Missouri is still stronger."

"Zzz..."

This sentence.

Hindenburg, fast asleep, did not hear it.

Chapter 1275 Hindenburg's Reasons

Missouri carried the unconscious Hindenburg away from the sea and back to the shore.

"Missouri!" As soon as Missouri stepped ashore, Little White called out Missouri's name and trotted over carrying two brand-new quick-repair devices.

"Admiral, Missouri is back." Missouri smiled at Little White.

"Missouri, this is the rapid repair device!" Little White said to Missouri, carrying the rapid repair device.

Missouri slowly bent down.

Xiaobai gently placed the quick-repair device on Missouri's head, then picked up another quick-repair device and put it on Hindenburg's head.

The rapid repair device activated the moment it came into contact with the two people's heads.

Missouri's somewhat tattered clothes seemed to gradually cling back to her body as if time had reversed.

"Admiral, this exercise is a victory for Missouri."

Missouri placed Hindenburg on the ground and then smiled at Little White.

"Ah...um..."