Chapter 10

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10. The admiral has more than six shipgirls!

Behind the base, leading to the warehouse, there are large, dilapidated courtyards. It is said that they used to be playgrounds or something else, but after the admiral arrived, considering the resources, he cleaned up all the garbage and built some greenhouses. It is said that he also swept out a lot of resources and materials, and they had a good life for a while. Back then, aluminum, ammunition, and steel were used freely.

However, those good days are now completely gone. Only some broken wind chimes hang on the red brick walls, presenting a jarring color. The scarecrows standing by the long-ruined runway still make noise, but unfortunately, there are no planes left for them to protect.

In fact, since the Great War, planes, which were strategic weapons for buildings and large ships, have completely disappeared. For safety reasons, even transportation is done by trains and cargo ships, not by planes, which are too dangerous and easy to be sniped.

Of course, because this place is so desolate and is an uninhabited island, there's no hope for cargo ships, trains, or any resources. We have to live a hard life.

"That's the greenhouse where the admiral grows vegetables."

After leaving the base command building, Enterprise led the group to the warehouse.

Pointing to a sunken area that was clearly once a large bomb crater, she explained to the confused No. 111.

"The admiral cleaned up the fragments and debris in the crater and decided to grow some things in the soil here. In a way, the admiral was prepared, so I brought a lot of seeds that can grow in saline-alkali soil, and they are growing quite well. We will be eating vegetables from there tonight."

"As for the rice fields, they are relatively far away, so we won't go there. We'll have a chance in the future. And over there is the zoo, where meat is raised. Generally, non-combat shipgirls work there."

"Eh?! Are there only a few of us in this base?!"

There are actually other shipgirls in this desolate place!

No. 111 stumbled a few steps, feeling another blow to her heart.

"Are you an idiot?"

Enterprise turned her head and said with a look of disdain.

"Medical ship Peace Ark, whaling ship Essex, maritime city Freedom, workboat Seatau, workboat 691, maritime processing ship 001, heavy lift ship Advanced, cargo ship China Global, Maersk, cruise ship Oasis of the Seas, supply ship Sacramento. These are the backbone of the base. Without them, we can't move at all."

"Do you think our resources and repairs come from nowhere? Does the admiral pull them out of thin air? Do those resources and materials fall from the sky?"

I really thought they fell from the sky...

No. 111 looked at the desolate and dilapidated scenery around her and thought.

Of course, she couldn't say that looking at Enterprise's raised eyebrows. But No. 111 was somewhat relieved. If the admiral had to do everything alone, the workload and the variety of tasks would definitely cause problems.

Hearing that there were so many people maintaining the logistics, she felt much more at ease. But it was a bit strange that there were no humans, only shipgirls. Wasn't that a bit of a problem?

Not to mention, she had never heard of the types and models of these shipgirls before.

"They are byproducts of the admiral's large-scale shipbuilding. The construction gate that was locked by DS-1 used to be usable. And we didn't know that we needed so many things to live. So in a way, it was a blessing in disguise."

Enterprise shrugged, turned a corner, and walked onto another asphalt road. With her hands behind her head, she looked up at the dark sky due to the Black Fleet.

"Our combat fleet is responsible for bringing victory to the admiral, and the other shipgirls are responsible for providing the foundation for the admiral's victory. We have nothing here, no staff to help us, just an abandoned naval base and some dilapidated factories. Even the construction slots were temporarily dismantled from home and installed here, so there's no way."

Because of the poverty and lack of planning, natural growth also requires connecting to the home port to gradually transport resources with small cargo ships. But here, let alone the home port, even the nearest vanguard base is thousands of kilometers away. There's no one in sight.

The initial all-or-nothing gamble was a joke. Later, through gradual training, this unique fleet was gradually cultivated, along with this dilapidated but not lifeless base.

"Because combat ships and supply ships are different systems, I didn't invite them to the small welcome party. But you'll see them at dinner. Although the admiral always complains about being poor and having no one in the base, there are still a dozen or so people eating together at dinner, very lively. Although none of them are human, which troubles the admiral."

"Sacramento, make big bread, it's very delicious."

The Central Planning Ship No. 2, who hadn't stopped talking the whole way, nodded and continued gnawing on the seemingly endless large bread, seriously telling No. 111.

"Imaginary fleet, map drawing. Supply shipgirls, support work. United, naval fleet. This base, no humans, only admiral. So, we help each other, unite, fight the deep sea. In short, understand it yourself."

"I see..."

No. 111 nodded in understanding.

But is it okay to always speak in four-character phrases? It sounds a bit troublesome.

"Ah, we're at the warehouse."

Pointing to the white and blue factory at the end of the asphalt road, Enterprise turned back and said.

"Next, we'll go there to change equipment. The ones in charge are workboat Seatau and heavy lift ship Advanced. You can tell them your needs directly. Although maritime processing ship 001 mainly handles food processing, it can also handle industrial equipment."

"Because it's the wartime law, the merchant ship public modification regulation, food processing and weapon processing are both processing, so it's fine to mix them."

"There's definitely a problem with that..."

Ignoring the conversation behind her, Enterprise walked up to the warehouse door, which looked too large, and stretched out her hand, pounding on the big iron door loudly. She put on a fierce expression and shouted at the people inside:

"Get out here! Open the door! Newcomer! Change equipment! Don't hide inside and stay quiet, I know you're gnawing on steel plates in there! Open the door! Open it quickly! I'll break it down if you don't!"

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