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Chapter 137 "36"

"It doesn't look like what you thought it did?"

When Dover started nagging again, an unpleasant smell of engine oil wafted over, mixed with various indescribable chemical smells, covering up the smell of the propellant just now.

"It looks as dirty and messy as those unknown small factories, and the equipment is very common and not advanced at all. Are you disappointed?"

Although it is not disappointing, the scene in front of me is still too real, and it will always make people wonder whether they will become like this in the future.

His body was covered with oil, smelly and sweaty, and he was mechanically repeating seemingly unskilled coolie work every day...

What, am I just disappointed?

"Haha, I won't be disappointed, but I really didn't expect it to look so... er, not advanced."

"No way, who told..."

Dover's eyebrows trembled slightly, but in the end he still didn't say the next words, leaving only a suppressed silence.

It can be seen from the slightly gloomy eyes that the one who is actually very disappointed may be himself?

"Dum, thump, thump..."

The voice that broke the silence sounded from behind, stepping on the metal wall ladder with slightly heavy steps, slowly climbing up from the lower floor.

"There are more than a dozen such maintenance compartments on this warship. Armament compartments are prone to losses in battle, so they are not so particular..."

"Bah~dang!"

At the same time, a huge sound of pressure relief sounded at the same time, interrupting the words of the visitor.

The rapid rocket ejector originally stored on the second load-carrying platform has been pushed to a distance, and it is docked with another machine similar to a shelf tower.

The huge pressure lever is slowly pushed, and it seems that it is sending the contents of the shelf tower into the ejector. Judging from the rocket on the conveyor belt at the end of the tower device, it should be loading the rocket, right?
"Bah~!"

With the push lever in place, the whole unit was depressurized again after filling and separation was then completed.

The tail end of the rapid rocket ejector is clearly displayed in front of us. The huge tail compartment is divided into four 4X4 arrays, and each array can see the tail fins of 2 rockets.

That is to say, a device like a salvo can throw 128 flexible small rockets, which will be a fatal blow to approaching small targets.

"How about it, densely packed, looks scary, right?"

By the way, I almost forgot that there was someone here just now...

Looking back, the person who came had unknowingly leaned on the railing next to me, folded his arms and made a posture similar to "lying" on the railing.

Robust muscles, a resolute facial line, and a big body make him look very powerful overall.

"Domimi, is this the newcomer assigned by the new supplementary staff?"

Domimi?
What the hell?
"Ah! Didn't I tell you not to call me by my name again!"

On the contrary, Dover on the side screamed, and yelled out a little anxiously.

His face looked reddish, and he didn't know if he was a little shy or out of breath...

But Domi Mi... the name...

"puff……"

Sorry, didn't mean to, I didn't hold back!
"Lin Man!"

Seeing my funny look, Dover glared at me directly.

"Haha, sorry sorry, the name is cute, isn't it?"

"Hahaha, young man, you think so too, right?"

"Look, Domi, we all think so!"

Hearing what we said, this guy blushed even more, maybe he was really angry?
But... why do I feel like he's holding his breath?

And the eyes are not sharp. Compared with the sullenness caused by shame, I think he... seems to be acting?

Hey, this feeling seems to have disappeared again?

Is it my illusion, or is this guy really not as simple as he seems?
"Cock!"

The sound of heavy mechanical action was heard again in the cabin on the lower floor, and the fast rocket ejector that had already been loaded was already sliding along the track on the ground, slowly moving to the metal hatch.

It reflects the light of a warmer color, and it should be an alloy made of some special elements. The size is just enough to make it a weapon.

"Next, this launcher will be sent into the protective cabin, and when it enters the battle, it will directly stick out of the hull to participate in the battle."

"Nice to meet you newcomer, I forgot to introduce myself first, haha, my name is Spelling, and I am the gunnery sergeant in charge of this maintenance compartment."

Seeing me looking at him again, the strong naval sergeant stretched out his right hand and squeezed my shoulder, then introduced himself with a smile.

Recalling that he asked Dover before, if I was a newcomer added, it seems that he regarded me as a recruit for this ration, right?

This guy, at least point out that I'm just here to visit!

I have to explain it myself again, and in the face of such an enthusiastic person, I always feel that explaining it is very like a feeling of evasion.

"that……"

"Why don't you wear the issued uniform? It's not in compliance with the rules for you to bring newcomers in like this."

Is this simply not going to listen to me?
But I can feel it from this guy's words, he seems quite happy, is it because there is a newcomer?

"Sorry, I'm not a rookie!"

Always say it out loud like this, even if this guy seems to be completely in the mood now, at least he can't be misunderstood any longer.

In fact, I admit... there is also an element of fear that he will arrest me as a coolie right away...

"Lin Man..."

Dover called my name in a low voice behind him, as if to remind me of something.

And just after Spelling patted me on the shoulder, his hand that hadn't been fully withdrawn was fixed in the air, and the scene seemed quite awkward for a while.

"... Goo!"

Even though there were still loud noises around the cabin, the sound of him swallowing his saliva was quite emotional and heavy.

I don't know what kind of expression Dover behind him has...

"Haha, isn't it..."

His complexion finally changed slightly, and finally became clear again.

...a forced smile.

"Hold, I'm sorry, I asked Dover to take me here because I was curious."

I can feel that I might destroy Spelling's emotions in one fell swoop. How much does he hope that newcomers will come here?
This look makes people look so distressed, doesn't it?
"It's nothing, you don't need to be sorry."

"I misunderstood myself..."

He smiled at me again, and then restrained himself, but the strong man who still couldn't hide his disappointment lay down on the fence again.

It's just that compared to lying on the stomach like before, it's more like "hanging" now, and he put almost all of his weight on it.

"It's been a long time since newcomers have come here."

"You have also seen that although it is not as good as the people in the energy maintenance team, the working environment here is almost the worst place on the ship."

Just when I didn't know what to do, Dover quietly stuck to my side and explained to me in a low voice.

"That's why he is so eager for the arrival of newcomers."

"Actually, it's not just these working cabins, even the number of people who are willing to come to our naval functional ships is becoming less and less, and even the crew of this ship are leaving voluntarily."

"Everyone hopes to go to either a more exciting combat ship, or a large ship with a better treatment environment."

"Originally we planned to accept more than double-digit personnel additions for this return voyage, but the total number of new crew members who completed registration yesterday...only 2 people..."

Having said that, Dover gradually fell silent. It seems that the personnel problem has become precarious for them...

So this guy didn't choose to answer Spelling's question just now, not because he didn't hear it, or for other reasons, but because Dover couldn't say it for a while.

Faced with the old friends who are eager to see the newcomers, knowing that there is almost no replacement, they have to work hard to hide...

Indeed, a little too cruel.

So, I became a bad guy unknowingly, right?
Still have to do something, shall we?

"Well, hello Spelling, I'm Lin Man, Augusta Lin Man, and I'm here to participate in this investigation."

Since the topic I interrupted just now was self-introduction, shall I start by picking up this topic?

"By the way, Spelling, Lin Man is quite interested in our small-caliber automatic weapons?"

As if thinking of something, Dover, who had just rushed to my side, rushed to Spelling's side again, and began to introduce me happily.

"Young and promising, you have already been appointed as a representative of the school board at a young age to participate in this investigation. Hey, speaking of it, do you know how old this guy is?"

Seeing that the disappointed Spelling still didn't respond, Dover even poked his waist directly with his fingers.

"Oh, three years, three years!"

Twisting his already limp body, Spelling hastily waved his hand and knocked off the "weapon" that had stuck to his waist.

"Hey, I guessed wrong!"

"I just came to report this year, and I'm still a first-year preparatory student!"

As far as this cheap and expressive look is concerned, I have every reason to believe that the angry look just now was definitely faked.

"Hmph, first grade only one... what?"

"First year of preparatory school?"

As if hearing a joke, Spelling raised his head directly and looked at me again.

Then he stared at Dover again, as if doubting the veracity of "this story".

"Can't tell, this kid looks harmless to humans and animals."

"But I promise, everything just now is true. I was also scared when I boarded the ship just now."

"Uh……"

I looked over again, this look seemed to be asking me:

"Is it true?" Same.

Preparatory first grade, is there really something wrong, hey!

"As far as the facts are concerned, it is indeed true..."

(End of this chapter)