Chapter 37

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36. The Continuation of Technology

Opening the door, the familiar sharp voice greeted him.

"Finally, you're here. I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Standing in the center of the hall, 001, holding a plan board, looked at the Enterprise and 111 who had just pushed the door open, her face clearly showing dissatisfaction.

"You're the last ones to arrive. Now that everyone is here, sign your names, and then you can go into the torpedo, no, I mean the tool. Next, you will be inserted into specific pipes, and when the signal arrives, you will reach your destination in a short time."

You definitely said the word 'torpedo' just now, didn't you?

111 looked at 001 suspiciously, who was looking away awkwardly. Before she could ask anything, the other shipgirls in the room gathered around.

"But seriously, this thing is quite impressive, isn't it?" Looking at the punk-style torpedo full of electric arcs and steam, Plan Ship No. 1 nodded in approval and said to 001, "I think this thing is not only impressive but also has excellent performance, right?"

"Hmph, of course. Big, strong, and reliable."

Like a bird released from a cage, 001 quickly slipped away from 111 and stood next to Plan Ship No. 1, looking quite domineering. This allowed 111 to see the other seniors.

The people who came were, of course, the entire Kurogane fleet, excluding the Enterprise and 111.

It must be said that the uniform black attire indeed had a certain indescribable evil charm. Everyone was wearing the standard black uniform, draped in a black overcoat. Under the electric arcs of the torpedo, each face became unpredictable and strange.

Moreover, it seemed that the shipgirls had some extra preparation time, as they all wore a pair of pitch-black leather fingerless gloves. Under the dim yellow light of the workshop, there was a hazy and evil beauty.

Furthermore, each shipgirl had their chosen weapon hanging from their waist or in their hand.

Plan Ship No. 1 clearly had a Cossack cavalry saber. While Plan Ship No. 2 was munching on a large bread roll, the ring on her glove, glowing with a cold light, indicated her weapon. Her sister, 110, had divided her naginata into two parts and hung them on her waist.

However, the most outstanding were undoubtedly the Enterprise and Montana. Montana, with a gentle expression, carried a cross-shaped object that looked about as tall as a person on her back, while the Enterprise, leading the way, was completely unarmed. There was no sign of the Enterprise's armament anywhere.

"Don't think too much about it. The Enterprise's weapon is different from all of yours. In our current state of poverty, the Enterprise's weapon requires special supplies, unlike yours."

001, as if seeing through everything, walked over with a subtle expression and patted 111 on the shoulder.

"Her 'Storm' is a power that can save the world in critical moments."

"No, that's not what I wanted to ask."

Looking at the seniors pointing and discussing around the steam-powered soldier, 111 looked at her own weapon with a subtle expression and turned to ask 001, who looked proud.

"Shipgirls are theoretically the embodiment of warships, right? Shouldn't we be doing things like naval artillery duels, launching planes, and firing torpedoes and shells, and other naval combat tactics? Why are we all equipped with melee weapons now?"

"Very simple, because we are poor."

"… What?"

You're telling me we're poor while holding an electromagnetic cannon and high-frequency weapons?

111 looked at 001 with a face that suggested she was dealing with a mental patient.

"I'm telling the truth, we are really poor." The girl was clearly well-versed in dealing with such looks, shrugging indifferently and speaking calmly.

"Mounting heavy naval guns consumes a fixed amount of fuel, but moving while firing increases fuel consumption at a terrifying rate. Standing still to shoot makes you vulnerable to attacks. Therefore, after considering various factors, we decided to have you choose melee weapons."

"Shipgirls have physical attributes far superior to humans, even stronger than armored vehicles. Firing while moving is powerful and satisfying, but much of the firepower is wasted due to saturation. Shells have a physical presence, and the enemy is only human-sized, so there's no need to use 460mm or 540mm guns to decide the battle. Based on this consideration, our approach should be understandable."

"Your weapons can cut through the shells and large-caliber projectiles fired by the deep-sea enemies. Your physical attributes and barriers can withstand shrapnel and bullets without damage. Even medium-caliber rapid-fire guns can be dodged with your dynamic vision. Your acceleration can bring you close to the deep-sea enemies in a short time, allowing you to execute decapitation tactics. With so many advantages, why do high-consumption, low-reward things?"

"But to put it bluntly, it's just poverty, no money, no fuel, no ammunition. If you want to go all out, sure, but your full firepower for an hour could make the base go hungry for half a month. Think about the conversion rate, and you'll understand. The admiral wants to save face but suffer, but we don't do that."

In short, it's not that large warships and big guns are ineffective, but we simply don't have the resources to play with them, right? How poor are you, Admiral…

Recalling the 80% firepower mentioned in the command room, 111 felt she had understood something.

"Ah, everyone is here now, right?"

Just as 111 was feeling sad about her admiral, the steam gate slowly opened to the sides. Wearing a crisp and pale naval uniform, the admiral, with a pale face and a slight weakness, waved at the noisy shipgirls in front of him.

"Now that everyone is here, it's easier to handle. I'll just say a few more words. Everyone, please lie down in your torpedo—no, your driving positions."

Admiral, you definitely said 'torpedo' just now, didn't you...

111 looked at the admiral with dark circles under his eyes with deep meaning, receiving an awkward smile from the man.

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