Elder brother's garrison

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"That's a pretty good experience too."

"Nice my foot! What's the difference between this kind of clothing and underwear?!"

"Yamato-senpai is surprisingly innocent..."

The other side of the beach.

One after another, ship girl figures inexplicably started running towards the sun, entering Xiaobai's field of vision.

The ship girls' energetic laughter and playful banter filled the air.

Xiao Bai and Yi Ahua looked away and exchanged a glance.

Iowa looked at Xiaobai with a smile.

“…You’re right…” Xiaobai sighed, belatedly looking down at the sand beneath her. “I’m so sorry…I think I showed emotions I shouldn’t have…”

“Admiral is still very young, just reached the age of being sentimental, so it’s normal for him to act this way.” Iowa released Shiro’s hand and placed her hands back on her thighs. “Please don’t apologize, Admiral. Even if we wanted to encourage you to cheer up, it was just our ship girls’ own unauthorized actions.”

"Hmm...actually, I wasn't really feeling down just now...I was just thinking about something." Xiaobai nodded, then shook her head. She smiled at Iohua, "But it wasn't good for me to be thinking about things by myself just now. I'm so sorry for making you worry."

"Was the Admiral thinking about something just now?" Iowa asked, looking at Xiaobai with some curiosity.

"Hmm... I've been thinking about this since I came back from the mercenary group..." Xiaobai nodded.

"Is it related to the leader of the mercenary group?"

"Not entirely," Xiaobai sighed, turning to look at the boundless sea. "I was just thinking, the world is indeed very complicated..."

Is it complicated...?

"Has Pompeii already told you about the situation with the mercenary group?" Xiaobai asked.

“We understand,” Iowa nodded.

"Life in human society is indeed quite difficult for ship girls who have no one to rely on," Xiaobai blinked and said calmly. "This is not where our admirals usually stay. The rules are slightly different, and the environment is different. The lives of the ship girls and wild admirals here are much, much more difficult than ours—so it's understandable that the captain would be angry with me, right?"

"Admiral." Iowa leaned forward slightly, wanting to grasp Xiaobai's hand again.

However, right now.

Just a second ago, Xiaobai was feeling sentimental. Suddenly, she raised her hand, turned around, and tightly grasped Iowa's outstretched hand.

Iowa was startled, startled by Xiaobai, and instinctively tried to pull her hand away.

However, Xiaobai held onto Iowa's hand tightly, not only preventing Iowa from escaping, but also pulling Iowa towards herself.

"It's alright! I understand! I have no intention of giving up!" Xiaobai held Iowa's hand tightly, staring into his eyes, and nodded heavily. "I've figured it out! What I mean is, although it's difficult for us admirals to have much influence over human society, as admirals, we must do our best in everything we see! What's happening in this small fishing village is too strange! No matter what, I must investigate this matter thoroughly and handle it clearly!"

"Together with you!"

Xiao Bai held Io Hua's hand tightly and shouted energetically to Io Hua in front of him.

Iowa stared blankly at the little white dog in front of him.

Iowa stared into Xiaobai's eyes.

For a while.

His eyes held three parts surprise and seven parts delight.

I was actually quite captivated.

"...Ah, um."

"be sure."

Iowa nodded, her face flushing slightly.

--really.

—As expected of my admiral.

As Iowa thought about it, a happy smile appeared on his face.

The other side of the beach.

Against the backdrop of Missouri frolicking with Deepsea Yamato and others.

A small red umbrella shelters two ship girls dressed in swimsuits.

Zara gazed at the seaside, while Xiaobai held Iowa's hand. The two of them, looking determined, breathed a sigh of relief.

Zara turned her head to the side and silently looked at Pompeii beside her.

Pompeii stared blankly at the little white creature on the beach.

In Pompeii's gaze, which was filled with strange and varied expressions.

Its brilliance continues.

It seemed to be twinkling with starlight.

-

The stars twirled and twirled in the sky.

Listening to the sounds of people coming and going around him, Commander Huai Ren, who had just been beaten up again, felt as if his eyes were filled with starlight because of the blood loss.

After Little White and Pompeii left.

Finally discovered by the ship girls, Commander Huai Ren had two more layers of gauze on his head.

Inside the tent, the ship girls put the scattered furniture back in its place, nervously forming a circle, and staring intently at their commander sitting in the chair.

"Commander, how are you feeling now?"

A ship girl picked up the medical kit and looked nervously at Commander Huai Ren, who was sitting in a chair.

Commander Huai Ren, whose head was covered in extra-long, thick, and extra-thick bandages, did not look too good at the moment.

nonsense.

Aside from masochists, no one in this world can look good after being beaten.

Commander Huai Ren was not in a good mood at the moment.

"I...I'm fine, you all go out and rest first...don't worry about me." Commander Huai Ren waved his hand and said to the ship girls inside the tent.

The ship girls looked at each other, their expressions filled with deep concern.

"Captain, could the person who infiltrated our camp this morning be the one who..." the ship girls cautiously probed.

"Let me calm down for a while..." Commander Huai Ren waved his hand.

"...Oh." Seeing their captain's attitude, the ship girls felt a bit uneasy, so they could only nod in agreement and leave the tent somewhat dejectedly.

Soon, only Commander Huai Ren remained inside the tent.

Commander Huai Ren sat in a chair.

My mind was blank; I stared blankly at a corner of the tent.

After sitting there for a while, until his waist and neck started to ache, Commander Huai Ren finally shifted his body slightly and turned his attention to his desk.

on the desktop.

The mercenary group's ledgers were neatly organized by the ship girls and placed on the top shelf.

Commander Huai Ren swallowed hard, then reached out and opened the ledger.

The mercenary group's ledger contains records of the group's finances, the rewards for each member, daily food expenses, ship equipment repair costs, spare parts replenishment, and labor costs for logistics personnel, etc.

It's all money.

Commander Huai Ren closed the ledger and lowered his head in frustration.

Finally, the head, which seemed to have been rusted shut, began to turn.

The scenes that had just unfolded in this tent replayed in Huai Ren's mind like a projection.

He lost control during his conversation with the admiral.

Then an orange-haired ship girl named Pompeii jumped out and punched herself in the face.

He punched himself in the face.

He punched himself hard in his own handsome face.

Then he pinned himself to the ground and began lecturing himself.

He said something he couldn't refute.

Language carries weight.

Sometimes, it carries the emotions and experiences of the person involved.

Pompeii's self-sermon, in terms of language alone, was not very impactful.

However, the same sentence feels completely different when it comes from your own mouth and when it comes from the ship girl named Pompeii.

Commander Huai Ren tried his best to recall the scene at that time.

Do not know why.

Besides the memory of receiving a hard punch to his handsome face, the only other thing he remembered was seeing the eyes of the ship girl named Pompeii while he was being lectured.

Those eyes definitely tell a story.

Anyone can say polite words.

But sometimes, what truly convinces people are often the most trivial details.

Take Pompeii's eyes, for example.

If it's just about language, Team Leader Huai Ren said he actually has countless scripts he's already prepared, which could lead to a wonderful and exciting debate.

However, when he saw Pompeii's eyes, Commander Huai Ren felt as if he had been forced to witness a bloody reality and had stumbled upon the truth he had been avoiding all along.

Can't refute.

Can't refute.

There's no way to refute that.

Commander Huai Ren hung his head.

Made.

Even if I am wrong.

Then you shouldn't hit people.

After a brief moment of thought, Commander Huai Ren's thoughts were slightly diverted by a concussion-like pain in his head.

Commander Huai Ren hissed, sat up, covered his head, and gasped for breath.

No matter what, I'm the leader of a mercenary group. This morning and afternoon, I've been attacked twice by the same ship girl, and each time with more hatred than the last. Isn't that a bit too much...?

Commander Huai Ren frowned, growing angrier the more he thought about it.

The more I think about it, the angrier I get.

Made.

Even if you are admirals, you can't hit people in broad daylight, right?

Commander Huai Ren slammed his fist on the table as he thought of this.

"Correct!"

"Damn it, I almost got led astray!"

"No matter what, hitting someone is wrong! I'm a dignified mercenary group leader, and you're bullying me like this? Is your admiral that arrogant?!"

Commander Huai Ren finally realized the point, and he stood up angrily.

"No! We need to settle the score!"

Commander Huai Ren gave a loud shout, then quickly ran out of the tent.

Outside the tent, the ship girls waited anxiously for Commander Huai Ren.

"Commander! Commander, you're finally out!"

"Commander, we've just discovered that two of our comrades are tied to a tree!"

"My clothes were stripped off, what a disgrace!"