Elder brother's garrison

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Ringo leaned back in her chair, no longer looking at Baltimore, but gazing straight at the sea, and fell silent.

This is how it is when exercises are held in artificial cities. Even if they are kept low-key, they will still attract countless admirals who love to watch the excitement.

Baltimore glanced around out of the corner of his eye, and sure enough, the beach was already packed with a dense crowd of admirals.

"Watermelons for sale! Five cents a pound!"

"Selling sunflower seeds, beverages, and beer bottles in the front row!"

"Toilet paper! Anyone want some toilet paper?!"

"A silver-scaled breastplate, and a piece of metal!"

A variety of hawking cries could be heard everywhere.

Baltimore, the prize for this exercise, was getting increasingly hot and red.

—How did I, the admiral, suddenly get myself into such a big mess?

Baltimore was both angry and ashamed.

On the other side of the beach, watching Ringo walk back to the referee's table, Shiro sighed softly.

Speaking of which, when I watched Nia practice with others in the first chapter's sea area, Ringo was there too. Does Ringo now think of herself as a naughty child who loves to cause trouble for others?

"Admiral, we can go now!" Just as Xiaobai was thinking this, Rodney's voice rang out from behind him.

Xiao Bai turned around and saw Rodney standing behind him with his hands behind his back, looking very happy and eagerly tiptoeing.

"Go Rodney!" Little White said to Rodney.

"Yeah, I'll definitely finish this battle in no time!" Rodney cheered Little White on.

"...And, um, go easy on me," Xiaobai said in a low voice.

"Huh?" Rodney was taken aback, then pointed to his lips with his index finger in confusion. "Didn't the Admiral want me to win?"

"We have to win," Xiaobai nodded, "but so many people are watching..."

"Ah, I understand!" Rodney smiled sweetly.

Looking at Rodney's sweet smile, Xiaobai really wanted to ask, "Rodney, do you really understand what it means to go easy on me?" But Xiaobai didn't ask.

Xiaobai hadn't seen Rodney fight, but Bismarck had once told him that ship girls' fighting styles could generally be divided into two categories: cautious and aggressive. For example, Lexington's precise fighting style, which seemed to be about controlling everything, was the cautious type, while Bismarck's aggressive fighting style, which was all about charging in and fighting anyone who disagreed, was more of the aggressive type.

Rodney's fighting style is neither cautious nor valiant.

She was as brutal as a ferocious beast.

If anyone is deceived by her sweet appearance and thinks she is a gentle person and underestimates her on the battlefield, they may be in big trouble.

Little White watched with some worry as Rodney hummed a song and skipped and hopped towards the sea.

"Admiral, don't worry." Nelson walked to Xiaobai's side and said to him, "No one will die."

"……Um."

“If it’s just about winning, Rodney will be fine,” Nelson said.

"Haha..." Xiaobai chuckled dryly.

The exercise was decided very suddenly; Xiaobai didn't even inform the ship girls at the naval base, only taking Nelson and Rodney with her when she left. Seeing the growing momentum around her, Xiaobai just hoped the exercise would end quickly, so she could secure victory and leave.

On the vast ocean, Rodney walked across the water, strolling to his spot as if he were walking through a shopping mall.

Just a few dozen meters away from her, Shancheng had been waiting for a long time.

"Hello, Miss Rodney." Yamashiro bowed to Rodney.

"Miss Yamashiro, please take care of me." Rodney smiled and waved to Yamashiro.

Chapter 539 You should just use your woodcutting axes.

"My admiral has caused trouble for your admiral, I'm truly sorry," Yamashiro apologized to Rodney.

"Hmm, it's okay." Rodney shook his head.

"That's what our admiral said: the loser has to marry Baltimore..."

"Should we pretend we didn't hear that?" Rodney asked with a smile.

"No, I'm serious."

"Eh?"

Yamashiro smiled sheepishly at Rodney: "Actually, this is a rather complicated matter, but Baltimore seems to like your admiral. Our admiral is doing this for Baltimore's own good."

“Oh…” Rodney looked at Yamashiro and nodded thoughtfully.

Rodney had actually spent quite a while with Baltimore, about two or three years. When Rodney heard Yamashiro say that Baltimore liked Little White, Rodney really felt like he was hearing a fairy tale, as if he were living in a dream.

—So, you like the Admiral, sir.

No wonder I blush every time I see the Admiral; I wasn't angry when I found out I'd become the prize.

But when did he fall in love with her? Rodney thought and thought, but couldn't quite put his finger on it.

“So, Rodney, I won’t hold back.” Yamashiro smiled at Rodney, a hint of heroism flashing across her feminine face. “My admiral is finally acting like a man, and as his sister, I have to support him.”

"Sister Yamashiro, aren't you her wedding ship?"

"No, he's just a little brother." Yamashiro laughed as she showed Rodney her hand. Her ten long, slender, white fingers were smooth and soft, without any ring marks. "Miss Rodney, it might hurt a little during the fight."

Rodney was taken aback, then his eyes slowly lit up with excitement.

"Yes, I'll do my best too!" Rodney clenched his fist and nodded to Yamashiro.

Looking at Rodney's innocent and naive appearance, Yamashiro sighed inwardly.

Rodney's appearance is that of a typical pampered young lady. It seems that even if she has any training, it must have been slowly improved under the careful protection of the admiral in absolutely safe exercises.

Such a level of training is not enough; artillery fire without the will to fight cannot threaten a true ship girl.

Yamashiro felt a pang of guilt for bullying a child, but there was nothing he could do. After all, it involved Baltimore's life-long happiness and his once-in-a-century display of true manliness as an admiral, so Yamashiro had to fight with all his might.

Knowing when to let go and knowing when to strive are both signs of growing up.

Although it's a bit of a shame that the Admiral ended up single, I'm still quite happy about his growth.

"I might go a little too hard, and the admiral even told me to go easy on her, but judging from Yamashiro-nee's expression, she probably wants me to fight with all my might!" Rodney asked Yamashiro with shining eyes.

"Uh...yes, fight with all your might." Yamashiro smiled at Rodney. "After all, we're fighting for the Admiral; holding back would be unethical..."

Rodney's cheeks gradually flushed with excitement. She looked at Yamashiro as if she had found a kindred spirit, her face beaming with joy.

Yamashiro looked at Rodney with a hint of doting on his face.

—What a lovely child.

"Bang!" Just then, the sound of an air gun rang out from the beach.

Yamashiro turned his head and looked towards the beach. Ringo was sitting in her seat, raising her hand and firing a shot into the sky.

The exercise has begun.

“Okay, it’s started, so let’s start too…” Yamashiro said, glancing in Rodney’s direction.

However, when Yamashiro looked over, all she could see was a dark, gaping cannon muzzle right in front of her face, pointing directly at her head.

Beside the cannon muzzle, Rodney was smiling at the mountain town, his rosy cheeks beaming with a sweet smile, like an angel shimmering in the splashing seawater.

Rodney arrived in front of Yamashiro the instant Yamashiro turned his head, and amidst the rapidly tearing seawater, he unleashed his ship equipment and summoned turrets, aiming at Yamashiro with an aura that seemed capable of destroying the world.

Yamashiro's pupils contracted sharply.

At that moment, facing the cannon barrel, she finally realized what was happening.

Rodney is definitely not some pampered rich girl.

I was careless. Too careless.

Yamashiro stared at the cannon barrel, at the flames that were gradually filling the dark, gaping cannon barrel, and didn't even have time to put on a bitter smile.

"boom"

A deafening roar, almost tangible and capable of tearing the sky apart, exploded at the point of contact between Rodney and Yamashiro.

The red flames instantly blasted into the water, and in an instant, the rising white steam seemed to transform into thousands of sharp white needles, shooting out in all directions.

Rodney, still in the firing position, looked at Yamashiro, who had retracted his ship equipment, with some surprise, covered his ears, closed his eyes, and squatted down on the ground.

Yamashiro's combat skills are definitely not to be underestimated. In that instant, facing the imminent artillery barrage, Yamashiro promptly retracted her ship equipment to minimize the area exposed to the attack and evade Rodney's shelling.

—As expected of the head of a certain naval base.

The other gun barrel of Rodney's ship rig rapidly turned towards Yamashiro.

However, Yamashiro had already suffered a loss once, and she was not going to suffer another one. Despite the intense numbness in her head, Yamashiro bit her red lips hard.

Blood trickled down her lips from between her teeth, briefly dispelling the numbness in her mind.

—If that cannon fire had hit me, I probably would have been severely damaged.

—In short, we can no longer let Rodney control the rhythm of the battle; we need to create distance first.

Yamashiro thought to herself, then reached out and quickly stood up beside Rodney. She grabbed one of Rodney's outstretched arms, bent her knees slightly, and lifted Rodney off the sea. Before Rodney's ship equipment could react, she threw him away with an over-the-shoulder throw.

However, the next second, Yamashiro felt Rodney's hand gripping his arm tightly, preventing him from shaking her off.

Rodney, who hadn't been shaken off, landed in front of Yamashiro and turned to look at him.

There was no mockery, no murderous intent, and no fighting spirit in his clear blue eyes.

It was nothing more than childlike innocence and joy.

For a moment, even someone as self-proclaimed to be of good character as Yamashita was deeply disgusted by Rodney's irritating reaction.

To be honest, she was a little scared.

"Rip!" Yamashiro slammed her hand down hard, tearing off the sleeve that Rodney was gripping tightly. She quickly took several steps back and then swiftly released her ship equipment.

Firing a shell takes time, just a split second, a fraction of a second before Rodney can fire.

Give Yamashiro a moment, and she can resummon her ship equipment.

As Yamashiro was thinking this, the massive ship equipment appeared behind him. Just as Yamashiro felt a sense of security, a huge gun turret base came hurtling towards his face in his field of vision.

In that short span of time, Rodney actually dismantled his own turret and used it as a melee weapon to attack Yamashiro.

A thud.

The cannon, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind, slammed into Yamashiro's head, sending him flying like a baseball.

Yamashiro, with his massive ship-mounted body, was like a target when Rodney's turret blasted him away, sending him crashing heavily into the water in the distance.

However, the moment he fell into the water, Yamashiro, feeling dizzy, quickly climbed up from the surface and, despite the intense discomfort, began to move around, twisting his body as he strode across the water.

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom—" Then, at the spot where the mountain city had been, one shell after another bombarded the area.

This happened within seconds of Ringo issuing the order to begin the exercise.

In just one encounter, Yamashiro and Rodney clashed several times, each step jeopardizing their respective victories. If either of them hesitated or made a mistake even slightly, defeat awaited them in the fierce fighting.

On the beach, onlookers, some eating melon seeds and others with binoculars, and others wearing silver-scaled breastplates, stared wide-eyed at Rodney and Yamashiro's battle.

Is this still a battle between ship girls?

It looks like two crazy women are fighting.

The men present all swallowed hard, looking at the ship girls on the sea with expressions of lingering fear.

The battle was brief, yet incredibly intense. The fighting was fierce, but it failed to stir any emotion within the player.

Instead, waves of lingering fear washed over the men like a waterfall.

Women are terrifying.

If two ship girls were to chop each other with machetes on the sea, with blood splattering everywhere and flesh and blood mangled, they wouldn't find it strange at all.

On the sea, after a round of fighting, the ship girls returned to peace.

Yamashiro lay on the sea, one sleeve missing, revealing a lotus-root-like arm on her shoulder, gently pressing against the water.

Yamashiro gasped for breath, looking at Rodney with some embarrassment.

Although Rodney had the upper hand in every aspect and Yamashiro was constantly being beaten by Rodney, Yamashiro managed to avoid any damage that would affect his combat ability thanks to his extreme reflexes. He even almost managed to counter Rodney twice.

Rodney slowly slammed one of his turrets back onto his ship's rigging with a click, then looked at Yamashiro.