Minato Palace Scheming

"There is no other way like this, let's go up together and see who is the last one."

"That's the only way to go."

Facing the overwhelming artillery shells and carrier-based aircraft in front of her, the Purifier suddenly remembered what the Observer said to her, do you want to be a coward for the rest of your life, or do you want to be a hero, even if only for a few minutes?

Even if he was going to be ridiculed again this time, so what?This was originally my mission. Although I want to fulfill you, the Sirens will never be slaves!

2 minutes later—

The Purifier sat on the sea in a duck posture, his clothes were even more ragged, the big shark on the ship was torn apart, and even his hair was burnt black, as if he was silently complaining about the inhuman treatment he had just suffered.

The aggrieved girl was hit by the last bomb and dissipated on the sea surface like smoke and dust, just like the previous raids.

"This is the end?"

"It's over, after all, it's just a purifier, how can it be earth-shattering."

Magdeburg touched his chin and said, "Why does it feel like we are the villains."

"For the strong, it's easy to misunderstand."

With the demise of the Siren flagship, the sea gradually calmed down, and it was Essex who finally dealt a fatal blow to the Purifier. Whether it was luck or strength, it was an iron-clad fact that could not be refuted.

However, everyone's eyes are now focused on the surface of the sea where the Purifier disappeared just now. A mature woman with short gray hair stood quietly on the surface of the sea, as if she had just woken up from a sweet dream. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the scene before her. The large group of people felt a little overwhelmed for a while.

"Siren, or ship girl?"

"Boss girl."

"Have we fished the boat?"

"Phew, I'm going to take advantage of the owner of ghost animals again."

San Francisco suddenly felt that this person was very familiar and always felt very close. She drove over and asked, "Hello, who are you?"

The woman also felt close to the punk-dressed girl in front of her.

"My name is New Orleans, heavy cruiser New Orleans."

Chapter 180 Nine

The news from the front line was continuously transmitted to the command center. If the news at the beginning was good and bad, then all the news later was good news.

"Fleet complete defeat."

"Rescue work is proceeding in an orderly manner."

"Visual siren purifiers have fallen into the encirclement of Vice Admiral Ying's fleet."

……

During the period, I also saw the wounded returning with the fleet. Fan Hezheng, who was being escorted by the gendarmerie, broke away from the gendarmerie as if he was crazy, and wept with joy as he hugged a seriously injured ship lady with white hair. Fan and Zheng felt the same way, but understanding was one thing, this is the army after all.

In fact, how could Ying Hui be stronger than Fan Hezheng?

However, it was at this moment of combat that Ying Hui truly understood the responsibility and significance of being a commander, which was the weight of his life.

The Prince of Wales' report in his mind was short, four words rather lighthearted.

"we won."

Ying Hui hurriedly asked if there were any casualties, and after receiving the negative news, he really breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing Ying Hui's reaction, Zhenhai lowered his head and asked, "How is it? We won?"

"Well, a complete victory, destroying the Purifier without any casualties."

Like Ying Hui, Zhenhai clenched her hands excitedly after hearing the news of the victory. Of course, she believed that the tutelary fort could win. The battle plan was discussed and perfected by her with Ying Hui and Tian Cheng, and finally achieved a complete victory. It was the first time that she won with her strategy instead of just talking about it on paper. Naturally, she felt elated.

Admiral Fang Yan noticed Ying Hui's situation, because there was a delay in the information from the Maritime Safety Administration, she asked with great concern: "How is it, Lieutenant General Ying, is there any new news?"

Ying Hui nodded, stood up and said to the people in the command center: "The Purifier has been sunk, the Siren fleet has been wiped out, and we have won."

Someone said blankly: "Is this a victory?"

There were also people who responded calmly: "If Lieutenant General Ying said victory, then it should indeed be victory."

"We are victorious!"

Some people started to cheer, and the emotions that had been tense for so long were suddenly relaxed. Except for the serious and rigid people who just smiled, many people cheered and hugged.

Affected by such an atmosphere, the two with the highest military ranks present looked at each other, but in the end they just shook hands.

"I already knew that if General Ying made a move, the result was already doomed."

Ying Hui can say modestly at this time: "Even if I don't make a move, you can still win."

"Yes, it's just that it's hard to say how big the casualties will be at that time. In short, thank you for your hard work."

"It's not me, it's you who have worked hard. It seems that it will take a lot of time to bring them out." Ying Hui couldn't help thinking, if the Maritime Safety Administration really didn't want too many casualties, they should let their own The fleet's attack, or the strategy for the direct fleet should be to drive away instead of the current annihilation.Wanting to train troops, but also hoping that someone can support them, is a dilemma that is difficult to control. It seems that there are at least two factions in the Maritime Safety Administration that are holding each other back.

Come to think of it, what organization can maintain complete purity for decades? Thinking about the time when Nanming was about to perish and was still infighting, Hitler's ambitions would be exposed, and the Anza people were still appeasement. As a military alliance that transcends the concept of a country, the Maritime Safety Administration has been able to conscientiously complete the task of guarding the sea until now, which is quite a remarkable thing.

General Fang Yan looked at the cheering commanders, shook his head and said with relief: "There will always be such a day."

"Yeah, no one knows what it will be like in the future." Ying Hui sighed decently. He could feel everyone's triumphant emotions, but his relatives and friends did not exist in this world. It is really difficult to have a sense of substitution in a land where culture is dissolved in the bone marrow. He said, "In this case, I will leave first. I am going to pick up the ship girl."

"Should be."

After bidding farewell to Admiral Fang Yan, Ying Hui walked out of the command center amidst the cheers of the crowd. People kept rushing to the command center along the way, wanting to witness the news of victory.

Zhenhai's white high-heeled shoes made a rattling sound on the slate, she caught up with Ying Hui, and said, "Now that there is no one else, the commander doesn't have to suppress himself."

"No, no, I still have to suppress it. If I yell, others will hear me, and won't my image of lifting weights be ruined?" Ying Hui couldn't hide his smile. Victory is very happy, and everyone is safe and even happier.

"Then don't cry out." Zhenhai straightened the bangs on his forehead and said, "I'm at a disadvantage, so I'll give you a hug."

"Not so good?"

"Is the commander's thinking more feudal than mine?"

The beauty in front of her mouth is smiling like a hibiscus coming out of water, she is so graceful and graceful, and more importantly, she can always sense her own thoughts. Should this be called a confidante or a bosom subordinate?

"You agree, then I don't care."

Under the huge palm leaves in the tropics, Ying Hui hugged Zhenhai's slender waist, not just hugging, but hugging her plump and beautiful body, circling in circles on the spot.

"We are victorious!"

"Hehehe, Commander, you are so excited." Zhenhai held Ying Hui's head and smiled happily, "Haven't we won so many victories, there is no reason to be so nervous."

"It doesn't matter, I'm just happy now."

The previous victories were victories at the fingertips, and even if they failed, they could start the next time, but now they are surrounded by fresh lives, knowing that they are on a dangerous battlefield, of course it is different from before.

If Ying Hui was a soldier who grew up in this world, then he should have been a veteran of many battles and possessed the iron-blooded tenderness of a real soldier to be able to run the tutelary mansion so powerfully.It's a pity that Ying Hui is not. He admires those who are truly moral and noble, and admires those who are disregarding life and death. He may even make a decision to sacrifice himself under the inspiration of his blood, but it is easy to ignore his own sacrifice and order his subordinates to go Sacrifice is hard.

Ying Hui hopes that there will never be such a day, and he also hopes that the Maritime Safety Administration will never have such a day.

After venting, his emotions eased a little, and then Ying Hui realized that his posture was wrong, he just hugged Zhenhai's waist, and his head was still pressed against her soft and plump body, as if deliberately taking advantage of her.

"That, I'm sorry." Ying Hui put Zhen Hai down, looked at the messy hair at the corner of her mouth, and her water-like eyes, her heart beat suddenly for some reason.

"Why do you have to apologize?" Zhenhai looked up at Ying Hui, a very assertive counselor, at this moment, like a weak willow in the wind, "Why do we care so much between us?"

"that is……"

Ying Hui didn't know what to say, he didn't realize it during the day and night together, but now he suddenly realized that he was used to having such a stunning woman by his side, making suggestions, teasing, sharing secrets and emotions, It should be the feeling of a confidante, he thinks so, but he doesn't know what Zhenhai thinks.

His head was empty, and he didn't know why, maybe seeing Zhenhai's pink hair on the corners of his lips, the shock of red and black made him impulsive, Ying Hui slowly lowered his head, Zhenhai's beautiful eyelashes trembled slightly, he felt nervous and happy , lowered his eyelids and closed his eyes.

"My proud master, what are you looking at?"

Sirius' innocent voice sounded from the side, the two couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and quickly separated, Zhenhai blushed and pretended to have his hair cut, Ying Hui also felt that his mind was full of such things, even Sirius was by the side Forgot all.

"We're celebrating victory."

Ying Hui explained, and then hugged Sirius to cover up what he just did.

"My proud master, shouldn't this kind of victory be taken for granted?" Sirius didn't mind Ying Hui's hug, even stood on tiptoe and put his arms around Ying Hui's neck, with one hand running from shoulder to shoulder blade and then waist, Offering his moving firmness to his solid chest, "If it's to celebrate victory, Sirius is very willing to satisfy his master."

"I'm satisfied." Ying Hui still let go of the seductive maid, just now he almost forgot that Sirius was still there, how can he forget that Zhenhai is still around now.

"Ah, sorry, my proud master, it's Sirius who thinks too much..."

No, Sirius, you didn't think too much about it. In the past, your master could still be called a gentleman with a bottom line, but now he almost has no bottom line...

Ying Hui thought this way, at least his bottom line has not been completely penetrated, he said to Zhenhai and Sirius: "Come on, let's go to the pier and welcome everyone who won."

Chapter 190 I prepared a ring, but it's not yours

Of course, not everyone went out to fight. There were still many people on the yacht staying behind. After Ying Hui brought back the news of victory, he quickly arranged for everyone to prepare. After the electric water heater was turned on, they fought with the Sirens in a busy manner. It is estimated that there were many people Will want to take a hot shower.It was too late to cook, so I contacted the logistics department of the command center and asked them to bring some food up.

Naturally, I didn't forget to inform the tutelary office that the scale of the dispatch of the ship girls in the port area was unprecedented. There were more than 160 people. Even so, there were still more than 200 people staying in the port area. They were not as excited as Ying Hui. After all, I listen to my sisters talking about how they violently beat the Purifiers every day. In the past, 160 people from two fleets plus a submarine team could overthrow the Purifiers. This time, more than [-] people were dispatched. It's been done over and over again, even if you consider the quality, it's not a problem to take the round five times. Isn't the victory a matter of course? Why is the commander so excited, announcing the good news and posting it on Moments?

There are hundreds of nautical miles away from the battle site, even if you don't consider things like cleaning the battlefield, and taking care of some slow-moving ships, it will take at least three or four hours to return.

Now that he knew that everyone was safe, Ying Hui was completely relieved. Reasonable, even if the Purifier was always beaten up by others, his strength was still acceptable.Her tutelary mansion can be so stress-free against her, which means that it is more than enough to deal with most situations. The human civilization in this world has been almost destroyed decades ago, and now it has regained lost ground. The overall strength is at least the same as that of the Sirens. [-]-[-] split, no need to worry about the safety of the girls on the battlefield, which means that the biggest stone in Ying Hui's heart has fallen to the ground.

Of course, we can’t just let it go. In the future, we must continue to cultivate promising talents like New Jersey and Hu Teng, and those who are war-weary and Hood must make great strides. The stronger the strength of the guarding house, the more assured Ying Hui will be.If becoming a marriage ship can increase attributes like in the game, then Ying Hui doesn't mind becoming Lord of the Rings, everything is for guarding the mansion, who will sacrifice if the commander doesn't sacrifice?

Sitting on the terrace, looking at the dark clouds gradually dissipating in the sky, a ray of sunlight broke through the haze and hit the sea, Ying Hui drank the black tea made by Sirius, although he couldn't figure out why it was possible to make black tea with only tea leaves and water. It's salty, but it doesn't matter, anyway, I'm just holding a teacup, and I'm not thirsty.

Zhenhai sat over. Although something like that almost happened before, but she is not Essex, Zhenhai quickly adjusted her mentality, and was even a little happy. Sure enough, her own charm is also a strong hand. It's okay to type out.

It was windy on the terrace, and Zhenhai wore a white shawl, which slightly covered her round shoulders and delicate collarbone: "It seems that the commander is not nervous at all."

"It's all victorious, so why be nervous." Ying Hui picked up the teacup and put it down again, thinking that the black tea was salty. "It's my fault too. Everyone said there is no problem, but I didn't trust everyone. It's not right."

"At least the commander is doing fine in the command center."

"That's not bad. Now that I think about it, I was still set up by the Maritime Safety Administration. What kind of military training should be done, and what should be done after all. It should have been the responsibility of their military chief officer. In the case of casualties, that General Fang Yan didn’t take the initiative to ask me for help, obviously he was mentally prepared to let these recruits expose their problems, but now it’s all on my head.”

"Indeed, the commander should at least wait until the admiral asks for help before taking action. As the military chief, she should take full responsibility."

Ying Hui shook his head and said, "Forget it, I hope they can really grow up."

"I don't know if they have grown up or not, but..." Zhenhai's eyes rolled, "But the commander has indeed grown up."

"Uh..." Ying Hui knew what Zhen Hai was referring to. After all, they had lived together for so long. How could such a temperamental beauty not be moved? Niang Neng probably knows the degree of favorability. Zhenhai is the ship girl he joined the port area after crossing over. The initial favorability degree was [-]. Ying Hui is not sure how much it is now, so instead he is a little hesitant, "Sorry, mainly because I can't help it. Well, I'm so happy."

Zhenhai still had a smiling expression, and she couldn't hear the attitude in her voice: "It's okay, at least I know, the commander still has other thoughts about me."

Ying Hui didn't know if Zhenhai was probing or what, so he simply said honestly, "It's a little bit."

"Only a little?" Zhenhai tilted his head slightly, and the waterfall-like blue silk slid over her shoulders and spread out, exuding a different kind of charm just right.

"More than a little." Ying Hui under the table grabbed Zhenhai's hand, which was slender and soft, "If that's the case, what are you going to do?"