Chapter 3

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The layout of the abandoned naval base is different from other places. There are several gun emplacements facing the sea, a few outlets around, and a few scattered landmarks. Behind the gun emplacements are the official facilities of the naval base, which are basically a few dozen buildings and a parade ground, with public facilities scattered here and there. The differences lie in the newness or oldness of the facilities, the size of the scale, and the population differences.

If it's a naval base with a large number of people, it's bustling. In those large naval bases with hundreds of people, the entire parade ground is full of people. There are those handing out flyers, eating snacks, and casually jumping into the sea to test their swimming skills, as well as dedicated kitchen staff and work teams who are busy all day long.

If it's a naval base with a moderate number of people, it still has a lively atmosphere. The admirals often lead large clean-ups, and several expedition teams are busy before and after, going to various seas to gather resources to supplement their living. They also carefully plan combat missions, conducting patrols and sweeps in the surrounding seas, gradually advancing. Unlike the super big shots who just sitting in the naval base is a form of deterrence, they still have to slowly build up their experience.

However, for the group of people at the abandoned naval base, the Imagination Fleet, it's completely different.

The entire naval base has only six ships and two cats, not even an expedition fleet. The group lives off the weather, waiting for good weather to sweep the seas, beating up the weaklings around, and quickly scavenging some equipment from the deep sea to dismantle and survive on a tight budget.

Moreover, the admiral has to save resources to build and gamble for the future, making life even harder. To better collect resources, the admiral even trained the cats to fetch resources. Often, the two emaciated little cats would fetch resources from mysterious places. The admiral often says this is the cats' way of showing gratitude, but the shipgirls mostly think the cats are worried the admiral will really starve to death.

By the way, the two cats are named Xi and Wang, which together mean "hope."

When the admiral named them, he hoped these two cats would bring hope, but when he started gambling with large builds, the shipgirls could only see despair.

Because this is a small place, they can't even conduct a single drill. Within a hundred miles, there is no other naval base besides this one. They also can't participate in those activities or obtain various resources from headquarters.

Even the admiral himself had to use some connections, bribing the northern deep sea flagship that doesn't allow people to pass through, to sneak in.

Originally, he wanted to change to a new place to turn his luck around, but it only got worse.

Now, even if the admiral himself falls ill and needs treatment, the shipgirls have to scrounge up some steel, aluminum, and other materials to pay the Peace as labor fees. They finally managed to gather the six ships of the Imagination Fleet, but the admiral himself went crazy and lay unconscious in bed. The remaining five shipgirls had to knock around in the meeting room to set up a makeshift welcome party.

Even the red curtain for the welcome could be seen to be a red cloth grabbed from somewhere, with a few "welcome" words pinned on it. They didn't write the shipgirls' names, probably to reuse it, so they didn't fill in the names.

In the dilapidated hall, four girls stood beside a meeting table filled with wooden blocks and nails. Two blondes with blue eyes, wearing cotton coats, a little girl with a compound bow, and a shy girl with long brown hair sat beside the meeting table, giving 111 a shy smile.

"Other people have money, so their welcome parties are lively with plenty of cakes, beer, and decorations. But we are poor, and the admiral is seriously ill in bed, so we can only temporarily break open two bullets, mix some aluminum, wood chips, and grass to make fireworks."

One of the two blondes stood up, holding an empty bullet shell that had just exploded, and frowned at the stunned 111. She smiled happily.

"I am Central Planning Ship No. 1, and the one with a cross scar on her face is Central Planning Ship No. 2. We don't have names, so get to know us well."

Facing 111's gaze, the other blonde glanced indifferently and nodded.

"Hello, I am No. 2. Please take care of me."

"Ah, I am new here, so please take care of me, seniors."

It feels so cold...

Looking at the indifferent No. 2, 111 put on a smile and bowed deeply, showing respect to the seniors.

"I said, your Japanese ships are really troublesome. 110 is like this, and you are too. Don't think too much, No. 2 is just that way. She's like a stick of dynamite, but you can talk to her normally. It's just her personality."

"Enterprise! If you say that, 111 will be hurt!"

"What's the point? It's none of my business. I still have to go clean the sea, so I won't eat this. The Imagination Fleet only needs one ship, and you following is a waste of time. Montana, you can play with them. I'm leaving."

The little blonde with the compound bow snorted, ignoring the embarrassed look on the brown-haired girl's face, snorted at 111, and squeezed out between the smiling 110 and 111, running off in a moment, leaving the others behind.

"Ahh, she's gone again."

Seemingly used to this situation, Ship No. 1 spread her hands and shrugged at 111.

"Because the entire Imagination Fleet only has her as a well-known ship, and she is the prototype, with very rich combat experience and skills, she often goes out alone to fight the deep sea, claiming to be restoring history. And she often resists eating aluminum, planning to save resources for the admiral, completely a late-stage admiral fan—"

"You! Say! Who! Is! An! Adm!iral! Fan! Oh! Oh!"

Before Ship No. 1 could finish, the already running Enterprise, wrapped in a Doppler effect hurricane, rushed back, kicked Ship No. 1 to the ground, and glared at 111 with a fierce look.

"... Hey, Japanese."

"Yes?!"

"You didn't see or hear anything, got it?"

"I got it, I didn't see anything!"

Looking at the unconscious Ship No. 1 under Enterprise's foot, facing the red-eyed Enterprise, 111 waved his hands in panic.

Kicking the Soviet battleship until it foamed at the mouth, is this the power of the historical prototype ship?!

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