Elder brother's garrison

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"???" Wisconsin was shocked again. She stared at Missouri for a long time before shaking her head and looking at Rome, who was being pulled into the sea, with some concern. "But, I don't think that training method will cause problems. Isn't it a bit too strict?"

In Wisconsin's eyes, Veneto's training had far exceeded the level of strictness and reached the level of torture.

"Ah, speaking of which, Missouri initially thought so too."

But rest assured, Veneto is an excellent instructor.

Although her training was extremely rigorous, her observation skills were exceptionally sharp. Senior Veneto doubled Senior Rome's training intensity because she noticed a significant improvement in Senior Rome's combat abilities and realized that Senior Rome's stamina had reached a new level.

"Uh... but even if physical limits aren't an issue, wouldn't Rome's mental state eventually break down under this kind of life-threatening training?"

“That makes it even less of a problem.” Missouri smiled at Wisconsin. “Missouri believes he can surpass Rome in most abilities, but he has no confidence in winning against Rome’s mental fortitude.”

"..." Wisconsin was speechless.

She turned her head and looked at Veneto and Rome on the sea.

When Wisconsin looked over, she found that Rome, who had seemed somewhat resigned before, had somehow regained her spirits. At this moment, on the sea, Rome was desperately maneuvering her ship equipment. Facing her sister, who was several times stronger than her, she not only had no intention of retreating, but was also going all out, engaging in a fierce cannon battle with Veneto, fighting amidst the thunderous roar of gunfire.

Mingming was begging for mercy when she was dragged into the sea.

Wisconsin frowned as he looked at Rome, then a sudden, enthusiastic smile crept onto his lips.

The ship girls in this naval base... are... surprisingly interesting.

Missouri noticed Wisconsin's expression and smiled slightly as well.

Wisconsin.

"Ok?"

What do you think of this garrison?

“That’s quite interesting,” Wisconsin said, pointing to Rome. “Can I rehearse with her once?”

"Rome, ah, you're right. When Missouri saw Rome's indomitable spirit, she did admire her so much that she wanted to practice with her. However, Rome actually trains with Veneto alone until very late every day, so she probably doesn't have time to practice with anyone else during this time."

"Oh." Wisconsin shrugged helplessly.

"Does Wisconsin really want to have a match with their predecessors here?"

"Of course, we're ship girls. For ship girls, whether they can fight and how strong their combat power is is the most direct way to measure their self-worth," Wisconsin said matter-of-factly. "Although I did lose to you in the exercise, I don't think I'm weaker than others. For example, that Roma from earlier, I actually had a pretty good chance of winning against her in the exercise."

"I see." Missouri nodded with a smile.

Missouri wasn't too surprised by Wisconsin's eagerness for the exercise.

While Wisconsin is indeed a baby less than a month old, in terms of combat strength, this little one is stronger than most of the ship girls in the rookie naval base. Even Missouri wouldn't have an easy time defeating Wisconsin.

Looking at Wisconsin's profile, Missouri's smile unconsciously revealed a hint of helplessness.

Wisconsin's strong fighting capabilities are indeed a good thing.

However, if Wisconsin actually defeats the rookie naval base's ship girls in the training exercise, she might start to get arrogant and overconfident...

Missouri pondered for a while, then realized that things weren't going well.

Wisconsin definitely needs another "mild blow".

"Wisconsin." Missouri nodded to herself as she thought of this, calling out to Wisconsin.

"Ok?"

"Although the Roman seniors can't practice with you, the other seniors can."

"Oh? Really? Then I want to..."

“The seniors are busy with important matters at the training ground, and Missouri thinks we shouldn’t bother them, right?”

“Oh…that’s true. So who am I going to practice with?” Wisconsin said, then suddenly looked at Missouri warily, and made an X in front of her chest. “Missouri, are you going to practice with me? No way, I don’t want to fight with you.”

Missouri looked at Wisconsin's expression, which clearly indicated they absolutely didn't want to practice with him again, and couldn't help but shake his head with a smile: "Missouri, find Wisconsin an opponent."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes. He's a very strong senior."

"I wouldn't even want to pick someone weak," Wisconsin said enthusiastically, stretching his limbs on the spot.

"That's good." Missouri covered her mouth and looked at Wisconsin with a mysterious smile.

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On the azure sea.

Wisconsin, carrying her ship rig, stood on the water, her face dark as she stared at the ship girl opposite her.

On the sea opposite Wisconsin, a white-haired maid stood watching him with great interest.

The white-haired maid looked at Wisconsin. She had a mop slung over her shoulder, and her pair of purple eyes gazed at her calmly. She exuded a curvaceous feminine charm and the professional aura of a high-ranking maid.

"Um... what is your surname?"

"I am merely a maid who happened to be passing by!" The white-haired maid blinked her beautiful purple eyes and proudly raised her chin at Wisconsin.

"Uh... um, senior, you..."

"Hehehe, actually I'm not a senior, but since you call me that, it's not that I can't..." The white-haired maid scratched her head, looking a little shy.

Wisconsin stared blankly at the maid in front of her.

this woman.

She seems quite satisfied with her job.

……

"Buy it and leave it, buy it and leave it!"

"The new ship girl is Missouri's little sister, Wisconsin! Those who like this little sister can buy a few more tickets! It's 100 to 1! We also provide peanuts, melon seeds, watermelon benches, and front-row hand-operated electric fans. Come and take a look..."

"Go away, this is an adult gambling game, you destroyers go play over there."

"Oh, isn't that Sister Da Feng? How about we place a bet? Just for fun."

"Yes, yes, that newcomer is Missouri's sister. How about we support her and buy a ticket?"

"Okay, sisters! Did you hear that? Big Phoenix bought a whole ticket for Wisconsin! A whole ticket!"

……

On the training ground behind them, one could faintly hear the sounds of people placing bets.

Wisconsin gritted her teeth, clenched her fists, and glared angrily at Missouri, who was sitting on the shore watching her.

"Missouri!" Wisconsin shouted angrily at the maid in the distance, then yelled at Missouri on the shore, "Are you playing tricks on me again?!"

“Oh dear… Missouri had absolutely no intention of teasing you.”

On the shore of the training ground, Missouri sat alone on the ground, drinking tea and smiling as he gazed at Wisconsin in the distance.

"What the hell! Where's the supposedly very strong senior?!"

"Missouri has been found for you."

"This girl looks like a maid no matter how you look at her! What happened to the amazing senior we were promised?!"

"True strength often lies in those who do the most inconspicuous jobs. As the Admiral in Wisconsin once said, don't judge a book by its cover."

"What kind of bizarre setting is this?! Do you think this is some kind of Shaolin Temple sweeping monk?!" Wisconsin was furious with Missouri. "This kind of weirdo can only exist in novels! Ugh, I shouldn't have believed you in the first place, you bastard!"

Faced with Missouri's stubbornness, Wisconsin was at a loss. She held her head and stamped her feet in frustration, finally turning to the maid in front of her in despair.

"Ha... Oh well... I did promise to do the exercise after all."

Wisconsin looked helplessly at the maid in front of her who hadn't even released her ship equipment. She frowned and called out to the maid with some concern before the battle.

"Miss Maid, even if it's just a rehearsal with you, I'll give it my all. If you feel like you can't handle it, please let me know as soon as possible."

"Oh!" The white-haired maid nodded and gave Wisconsin a thumbs up. "Missouri just bought me a six-month game subscription, so I'll give it my all too."

Looking at the maid who showed absolutely no fighting spirit, Wisconsin felt a subtle sense of powerlessness welling up inside her.

This is a ship girl who has taken a narrow path.

Wisconsin sighed, raised the ship's rigging behind her, and gradually calmed her chaotic emotions.

"The fourth ship of the Iowa-class battleships, Wisconsin, nice to meet you."

At this time.

A loud whistle suddenly rang out on the beach at the training ground.

Strike first!

The moment she heard the whistle, Wisconsin's eyes lit up with a fierce light. She activated her skill and launched her first attack on the white-haired maid from afar.

With the skill enhancement, the Wisconsin Sulfur Ersi Baba Group's artillery fire was incredibly fast, shooting out from the muzzle like a meteor and heading towards the maid in front of it.

There was a boom.

Wisconsin's attack struck the white-haired maid squarely.

The powerful artillery barrage instantly sprayed up a sky full of rain and smoke, and white mist enveloped the white-haired maid's body for a moment.

"They didn't even try to dodge..."

Wisconsin frowned, her gaze fixed curiously on the figure behind the smoke.

Wisconsin is not letting its guard down.

because.

—No sound of the ship's equipment breaking was heard.

The water splashed and splattered back onto the sea.

The white smoke gradually dissipated amidst the sound of raindrops washing over it.

A crystal-clear purple light shone through the white smoke.

Wisconsin, who was gazing at the sea, suddenly seemed to sense something, her eyes widened, and she quickly took several steps back.

"This!!" Wisconsin stared in astonishment at the smoke not far away.

At this moment, Wisconsin is actually sensing the aura of a deep-sea amphibious ship?

No, this aura is much, much stronger than that of the Deep Sea Abyss Ship; it's not even in the same league!

Isn't this a ship girl?

This is... the Deep Sea... the Deep Sea Dean!! ? ?

"Oh wow... Iowa-level, huh... You really dare to use that term in front of me..."

The water falls back to the surface.

Amidst a flash of purple light, a massive purple ship leaped out of the sea, resembling a purple whale engulfed in flames, unleashing a deafening roar upon the surface.

Within the purple ship's rigging, a woman clad in crystal armor tilted her head back, her fair chin raised, gazing with interest at the stunned Wisconsin in the distance.

A hint of competitiveness flickered in the white-haired woman's eyes.

"Yamato-class battleship, lead ship Yamato, nice to meet you."

Chapter 987 Once the deal is done, it's done.

On the calm sea, the spray from the previous shell fired by Wisconsin had all fallen back to the surface, and the white smoke had slowly dissipated, revealing the white-haired maid behind it.

Logically speaking, in the midst of an intense exercise, with the target standing motionless within one's field of vision and attack range, this should be an excellent opportunity to pursue. Wisconsin should have continued firing at the target at this moment.

However, just as the white-haired maid summoned her ship equipment and placed the massive ship equipment behind her on the sea surface, Wisconsin, upon seeing the white-haired maid's ship equipment, was completely stunned.

Wisconsin stared wide-eyed at the Deep Sea Dean, seemingly completely bewildered, gripping the turret as he stood on the water's surface, yet hesitated to make a move.

—In Wisconsin’s heart, at this moment, ten thousand adorable alpacas are galloping by.

By this time.

Wisconsin finally realized that Missouri had not been playing a trick on it.

The Yamato-class battleships are indeed among the world's top-tier battleships. The ship girls born from these battleships may even be a level above their own Iowa-class counterparts.

After the white-haired maid revealed her name, Wisconsin had no doubt about her abilities.

only……

This...this isn't a ship girl, is it?!