Chapter 26

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26. Dawn is Just Ahead

Thanks to a certain deep-sea informant, now that we know the hundredfold deep-sea fleet will arrive in a month, the remaining planning has become much simpler.

Since the base on Guam has a coastal defense force different from other bases, it is impossible for a small deep-sea fleet to capture it. Even a deep-sea fleet of considerable strength would find it extremely difficult and challenging to face the entire shipgirl system of the abandoned base. If there were more humans, it might be a problem, but now there is only one admiral.

This means that all the shipgirls can unleash their full firepower without any reservations, relying on the geographical advantages of the base to fight a fixed battle. In addition, the deep-water port of the base on Guam, the dozen non-combat shipgirls, and the shore artillery all give us a significant advantage. Defeating the incoming deep-sea fleet is not a big problem.

With this plan in mind, the next steps become much simpler. With the first-hand information from the deep sea, all subsequent activities will revolve around the deep sea.

That is, determining the specific route of the deep-sea fleet's attack, contracting the absolute defense circle, and expanding the reconnaissance circle.

"Oh, it's already morning?"

Looking out the window at the sky turning a fish-belly white, the admiral was a bit taken aback.

Putting down the pencil in his hand, the admiral rubbed his slightly aching finger joints with a weary expression. Living in such a place almost inevitably leads to arthritis, but the admiral didn’t say much, just silently stood up and poured a cup of hot water, holding it in his hands.

The warmth from the enamel cup gradually spread through his palms, gently easing the sore and swollen feeling. Although it didn’t solve the root problem, it still made the admiral feel refreshed.

"At times like this, I really envy those young girls... human bodies are so fragile."

They don’t have to worry about such things.

Rubbing his joints, which felt like they were rusted, the admiral struggled to turn his body. His young body immediately creaked, hindering his movement.

At just over twenty years old, the admiral awkwardly placed the teacup on the table, then gripped the sides of the chair, gradually pressing his wrists down, and slowly stood up from the chair. He then slowly moved to the windowsill, holding the cup of hot water, and squinted at the scenery outside.

The scene was vastly different from the pitch-black darkness when luring the deep sea. Now, the sky was full of hope.

The sky, tinged with white, had a hint of hope. The dim light gradually illuminated other parts of the base. The tall cranes, the rusted iron machines, and the scattered containers, along with the buildings partially submerged in water, welcomed the sunrise with a unique beauty, as if something great was gradually reviving.

Although the colors on the buildings had peeled off and the iron on the machines was blurred, the giant ships docked in the port had become mere dusty and rusted decorations. However, other areas were gradually being restored to a normal state, shining in the sunlight.

Faced with this scene, the admiral could never get tired of it. Every time he saw the sunlight illuminating the entire base, he felt a surge of energy from his chest.

This is my base, this is my territory.

Looking at the gradually brightening base, the admiral smiled and took a sip of the hot water.

"…Oh? Plan Ship No.1 is up so early?"

Looking down, the admiral saw a rather surprising scene. Plan Ship No.1, with her strikingly beautiful figure, was squatting under a half-collapsed elevated structure.

For some reason, this Slavic shipgirl, who was always the last to arrive, was now the first on the parade ground. Her silver hair cascaded down, and she held a large black loaf of bread, breaking the hard food and gently feeding it to the two kittens at her feet.

The two mascots of the base showed no fear, struggling to climb onto her thighs and chest. The Russian woman didn’t get angry, smiling and petting the little ones’ heads.

"…?"

As if sensing the admiral’s gaze, Plan Ship No.1 suddenly looked up, directly meeting the admiral’s downward gaze.

Faced with the admiral’s somewhat awkward smile, Plan Ship No.1 smiled, lowered her head, and seemed to say something to the kittens. Then she lifted the two kittens, using their paws to wave at the admiral, as if greeting him.

"Still full of little tricks… Good morning, Plan Ship No.1."

Taking a sip of the now lukewarm water, the admiral raised his cup to Plan Ship No.1 outside the parade ground, indicating that he had seen her cute greeting.

On the other side, Plan Ship No.1 read the admiral’s lip movements, giggled, and shrugged, giving a somewhat unorthodox military salute to the admiral, as if saying something. She then lowered her head and started preparing food for the two kittens, who were scratching at her clothes in dissatisfaction.

Seeing that she would be busy for a while, the admiral shrugged, took a deep breath, and looked back at the gradually brightening scenery outside. Faced with this scene that belonged to him, it felt as if all the aches from the night had disappeared, and he felt a surge of energy. Even the fatigue from a sleepless night seemed to vanish.

"Admiral, it’s 0500, 5:00 AM. It’s time for your inspection."

Not long after, there were three rhythmic knocks on the door of the admiral’s room. The calm and disciplined voice of Haihuo came from outside the door.

"It’s already 5:00 AM… wait a moment."

Glancing at the wall clock in surprise, the admiral sighed, placed the teacup on the table, and put on the naval uniform that was draped over the back of the chair. Looking at his haggard reflection in the mirror, the admiral gave a weak smile.

"It’s not so bad. Haihuo, come in and tidy up the forms on the desk, then distribute them. I’ll go and inspect the various areas first."

"…Understood."

Haihuo responded from outside the door and then opened it.

The loyal shipgirl didn’t say much, silently walking to the desk and starting to organize the data the admiral had left behind for the night. The admiral nodded at Haihuo’s back, adjusted his naval cap, and walked out into the corridor, which was already somewhat bright.

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