Chapter 84

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84. The Legend Sung in the Legend

Inside the internal sea of the Alaska base, in the second line of defense

"Regardless of how you look at it, that base is too abnormal."

It's like a group of ghosts who don't know pain.

Sitting in a high-backed chair, the young admiral looked at the text flashing on the screen, his expression becoming increasingly serious, even a bit dark and terrifying.

The location of the sender is not marked on the human society map. The described events are unheard of. The shipgirls are too diligent, so they are very troubled? What kind of joke is this? To go on a sortie, you have to beg and plead to get them to go.

The shipgirls in that base, if they can even be called shipgirls, are more like well-trained soldiers. How could such a mental state exist in the free and easy shipgirls? They are so precious, like delicate flowers, and the new ones are like spoiled young ladies.

As for the ridiculous technology, that's a minor issue. Just the environment he described is very suspicious. It makes you wonder if this place is haunted or if there's something else.

How could such a perfect fleet exist! Shipgirls who are obedient and care about the admiral, who take the initiative to help reduce stress!

How could such a perfect fleet exist!

Fortunately, I have a prototype ship, so I don't have to be overshadowed by the big shots.

Looking at his bright ID in the chat room, the young admiral smiled slightly and quickly typed a series of characters on the keyboard.

'You think my wife Quincy is what? Absolutely the MVP! Unlike your African fleet, she is completely obedient and gentle, a perfect example! Internal conflicts and uneven distribution of tasks don't exist in my fleet, are you envious?'

'So, what should I do... '

The person named 'I want Yamato ah ah ah ah!!' seemed very helpless, typing a series of dejected words. The young admiral's eyelids twitched.

'The event is coming, an insider told me that the enemy will be a hundred times stronger. The shipgirls are very diligent, and the children even scolded me for being too lenient. But something feels off. The defense system is ready, and the detection machines are in place, but I feel like I've forgotten something, and I'm so frustrated.'

'I think you might have forgotten your integrity? Okay, I'm joking. But do you have enough resources? According to the front-line observation reports, this mission may be more resource-intensive than the previous ones. You don't have any resources, do you?'

'No, after the children's productivity was liberated, even with DS-1 consuming resources, we can still store a lot of resources. It will definitely be enough in a month.'

... What the hell is liberating productivity?

The shipgirls on his side and on this side are completely different styles, right?

Looking at the characters that popped up, and then at the young ladies sunbathing on the beach outside his window, the young admiral rubbed his forehead and continued typing.

'If resources are not a problem, then think about whether there is any issue with your fleet composition. In many places, due to weather and sea conditions, many shipgirls' subspace may not be sustainable, requiring a large fleet to maintain control.'

'My fleet has only five battleships and one aircraft carrier...'

But your fleet is that legendary ghost fleet, right?!

You're so strong, what are you afraid of in this event? My fleet would be shattered in one encounter, completely reset to factory settings!

Ah, Quincy might last a bit longer, but it's just a matter of time. Not to mention, the prototype ships are all experienced in battle, and which admiral doesn't treat their prototype ship like a mother? Don't think I'm just talking, I don't dare to raise my voice to Quincy!

'Then there's only one possibility left.'

Looking at the seemingly innocent ID on the screen, the young admiral gritted his teeth and typed a line of text, pressing the enter key, a smug smile spreading across his face.

'Do you have about a thousand subspace repair materials? If not, that's a problem. Because it's a war of attrition, the logistics repair might not keep up, leading to a complete collapse of the front line. How many subspace repair materials do you have?'

'I understand each word, but I don't recognize them when put together. What is subspace repair material?'

Seeing the puzzled words, the young admiral's face showed a relieved smile.

You think you're so great just because you're an alien? Aliens don't know anything either.

I, as the son of the Alaska base commander, don't even know what those ships are, let alone anyone else. And with vague impressions, you can't believe that the things in his hands are junk, they must be top-notch!

But to be honest, has he never used high-molecular repair materials? Only that material can quickly fill the subspace damage.

Could it be that this person has never had this awareness?

Thinking about these things, the young admiral quickly typed on the keyboard.

'Subspace repair material refers to a high-speed repair device that quickly replenishes subspace damage. Specifically, it's a small box containing sub-space-like substances produced by factories, which, when combined with resources and fuel, can complete repairs within an hour.'

'Otherwise, it would take dozens or even hundreds of hours to repair the fleet's equipment. If you're unlucky and a battleship or aircraft carrier has a problem, it could take thousands of hours to repair. This should be common knowledge in admiral school, right? Did you not pay attention in class? Or did you not go to school at all?'

'Ahaha... When I was in school, I would always run out to look at the sea during theoretical classes. Then I would chat with the shipgirls by the sea.'

... Were you about to say deep sea?

Looking at the ungrateful person on the screen, the young admiral's mood became increasingly troubled.

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