Chapter 23

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23. Enterprise's Wrath, Echoing Through the Mountains

As the admiral walked out of the room, another voice appeared in the battle group dormitory.

"Huh? You're asking what to pay attention to tomorrow?"

Ah, I'll go for a ten thousand.

Lifting her hand, Enterprise threw the ten thousand from her hand, looking somewhat puzzled at 111, who was standing by, waiting to play mahjong.

"There's nothing much to pay attention to? Or you'll understand when the time comes. Verbal descriptions are far less meaningful than actually playing a few rounds. And the most important point is, I'm an aircraft carrier? Why would a battleship ask a carrier for experience?"

Enterprise tilted her head in confusion, looking at 111.

"You should ask your sister about battleship matters? Or ask Plan Ship No. 1 or Plan Ship No. 2. If that doesn't work, you can also ask the unreliable Montana."

"But I just feel that Senior Enterprise is very reassuring? I believe that Senior Enterprise, who can become the flagship of the Kousou fleet, must have her outstanding qualities, so I came to ask about tomorrow's battle... Was I wrong to ask?"

"Ah, it's not that you were wrong..."

Ignoring the sad Montana, Enterprise glanced at the mahjong tiles in her hand, sighed slightly, and discarded a nine thousand.

"But to be honest, it's really difficult to describe such things with words. For example, if I say, 'All large high-altitude shells are handled by me,' they will directly advance in an unconventional manner. But different models have different techniques. Ah, I'll take the five thousand."

Holding a chocolate bar in her mouth, Enterprise casually picked up the five thousand from the discard pile, removed two tiles from her hand, and swept them into the corner. She then casually discarded a north wind, looking absent-minded.

"To put it simply, don't act according to the fixed plans and experiences in your head. We are shipgirls, not battleships. There are many techniques we can extend."

"For example, the joint techniques used by humans are also useful for us. Just this point alone is enough to do a lot. Moreover, we are not affected by the impact of our own attacks. The subspace where our equipment is stored is part of us, but it can be opened and closed. This creates many options."

"Take those Soviet fools, for example, their battleships can stand on their own shells and charge at the Deep Sea fleet. And this charge is completely harmless, just like stepping on the ground with boots."

"It's a bit different, though." Plan Ship No. 1, sitting beside her, frowned at the discard pile, and casually replied, discarding a four thousand.

"You are a battleship, and you naturally know the direction and distance when the ship's guns fire, right? So just stand on the shell the moment the subspace opens. Strictly speaking, it's like holding your left hand with your right, which sounds strange but is quite easy."

"To put it simply, we are neither battleships nor humans, so don't be misled by standards."

"Ah, I win."

After saying something that sounded quite philosophical, Enterprise grabbed the four thousand, revealed her hand. The messy hand of small tiles immediately made Plan Ship No. 1, Plan Ship No. 2, and the opposite Montana show a face of disgust.

"You win with such small tiles? Are you even human?"

Plan Ship No. 1, looking at the messy hand, immediately showed a dissatisfied expression.

"These small tiles are extremely impolite."

"My Thirteen Orphans was just one tile away..."

"Hmph, I just need to win. No matter how much of an advantage you have, if the base is destroyed, you still lose. Anyway, I won, so you guys choose someone to clean up."

Satisfied, Enterprise stood up, looked around at the circle of defeated shipgirls with a look of dissatisfaction, and nodded. She then pulled the awkwardly smiling 111 to the table, sat her in her original position, and hummed a song as she walked to her room on the second floor.

"Eh? Is Enterprise going to her room again? To replenish the admiral's energy?"

110, who had just brought tea from the water room, looked at Enterprise's back in surprise, distributed the tea to the others who were reshuffling the tiles, and said with a smile.

"Since we theoretically don't need to sleep, why not replenish some energy? Is mental energy not energy? Humans can't live without mental energy. Sleep is completely unnecessary; just having mental energy is enough."

"But you're not human, just a shipgirl, right?"

"None of your business."

As Enterprise walked up the stairs, she didn't even turn around and gave a middle finger to the others, causing the remaining few to chuckle, not knowing what to say.

"Alright, alright, don't mind that admiral-obsessed. Come on, let's keep playing. The loser cleans up." After reshuffling the mahjong tiles, Plan Ship No. 1 casually pulled out a large piece of bread from somewhere and stuffed it in her mouth, speaking indistinctly.

"Questions are useless, no need to mind."

"After all, that's just how Enterprise is, no need to take it too seriously."

The other shipgirls, long accustomed to Enterprise's overt behavior, each tidied up their mahjong tiles.

However, before five minutes had passed, just as everyone had reshuffled the tiles and was about to start, a shrill scream suddenly echoed through the dormitory.

"——Where is my ring!!!"

In the shocked gazes of everyone, Enterprise, holding a beautifully bound small box, tumbled down the stairs, her eyes bloodshot as she looked around the room. Her疯狂 expression made everyone shudder.

'Oh no, I won't be able to sleep tonight...'

Seeing Enterprise panting heavily and looking ready to devour someone, all the shipgirls instinctively felt a jolt in their hearts, sensing that the upcoming events might be problematic.

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