Looking for the lost ship girl

As Bei Zhai thought, what was Bismarck doing as a mercenary? Being a mercenary is nothing more than fighting for your employer.

At this time, Bismarck, who had short silver-gray hair on the sea, was leading the way, and his entire body of ship equipment had been opened before moving forward. The sailing feet hit the surface and began to push forward.

The deep-sea ship girl who was originally shelling turned around, and an incomprehensible voice came out of the deep-sea destroyer's mouth, "Gulu gulu" and "caracara", and then gunfire sprayed out from her fish-shaped ship suit.

Bismarck was sailing, enemy fire fell on her sides, water rose, and a shell exploded at her feet.

The enemy was attacking, but Bismarck did not want to respond with artillery fire.

Navigation requires fuel, and bombardment requires ammunition. Sometimes the big bullies the small. Melee combat is a good offensive method to save resources.

You can roughly imagine that the battleship is ramming towards the destroyer, and you only need to let out a roar of "crush them" to smash the destroyer into two pieces without having to pay too much.

At this time, Bismarck raised his hand, clenched his fist, and faced him head-on.

Her punch was the first to hit the enemy's ship. The enemy's ship was very large. The huge fish-shaped ship was almost the same height as Bismarck's ship.

Under normal circumstances, Bismarck's soft-looking fist hit hard steel. There is obviously no way to cause any harm except to break his own bones. However, after all, the ship girl looks soft, and if you look down on it, you will suffer a big blow. deficit.

The fist hit the enemy's black ship with astonishing momentum. There was no shocking loud noise. However, as Bismarck retracted his fist, a crack suddenly appeared on the opponent's ship.

One punch knocked back the enemy who was about the same height as herself, and then she punched again. At this time, even though the enemy's hard armor was extremely tough, spiderweb-like cracks appeared under such a punch.

The enemy struggled like a fish, but the power of destroyers and battleships was originally very different, and this was not reflected in their size.

At this time, Bismarck pressed one hand on the opponent's ship, and held the opponent's gun barrel with the other hand. Using force with his arm, the enemy's gun barrel began to deform slightly, and then the gun barrel was broken off.

Seeing that the enemy had no ability to resist, Bismarck reached into the mouth of the enemy's fish-shaped ship suit with one hand and grasped the steel with intertwined canines. No matter how the enemy struggled, her other hand grabbed her eyes. The bound girl pulled the other party out forcefully.

Hiss——

At this moment, the girl she held in her hand made an incomprehensible sound. Bismarck frowned slightly, picked up the opponent's ship's uniform with his other hand and threw it at the local girl's face.

The deep-sea destroyer immediately flew a few meters away, and then began to sink. This series of actions made Bismarck a little colder.

Seeing the enemy being wiped out by him, Bismarck twisted his neck and shoulders, and then a blue-haired girl moved to her side.

"Sister Bismarck, you win."

"Yes, Prince Eugen, get ready and move on."

Bismarck took Prince Eugen and set off towards deeper seas.

At this time, there were several other ship girls behind them. They were fighting with them and the ship girls from the garrison who hired them.

The battlecruiser Alaska was one of them. At this time, she looked at the woman with short silver-gray hair standing on the sea in the distance, thinking that the battle was over before it even started, and there was no room for her to play.

She ran her fingers through her long hair that was blown by the sea breeze, and said coldly: "She is just a wandering mercenary. Why would the admiral believe her? Besides, fighting is too barbaric."

This operation to suppress the deep-sea ship girls was quite dangerous. For this reason, her admiral spent a lot of money to hire a wandering ship girl as a mercenary. Although he was very capable, she just disdained him.

At this time her companion moved to her side and said: "She is Bismarck, a very powerful battleship."

Alaska smiled contemptuously: "It's just Bismarck, so it may not be that powerful. How many times has she attacked and practiced? Maybe it's just that she was defeated on the outside, relying on her good luck, relying on her battleship's body to bully Shenhai It's just a destroyer. If we encounter a deep-sea battleship, fighting at close range is an act of seeking death. What we have to do is to rely on powerful firepower to defeat the enemy from a distance."

At this time, her companion said somewhat innocently: "I have also seen her bombardment. It turned out that it was used when destroying the deep-sea heavy cruiser."

Alaska said with a straight face: "Is it great?"

As if she noticed something strange, the girl quickly said: "Still not as powerful as Sister Alaska."

Alaska didn't have a good look on Bismarck, but for her companion, who was also a junior, she was someone worth relying on. She put her hand on the other man's head, smiled and said: "Little flatterer."

"Okay, okay, let's catch up quickly, but we can't let her steal the show."

Black spots appeared on the sea in the distance, and then the distance became closer, and increasingly larger figures could be seen on the sea.

The first step in the battle is of course to find the enemy. Relying on effectively judging the enemy's speed and position before attacking, this will significantly improve the accuracy of the artillery strike.

The destroyer girl who was leading the way had the radar above her head rotating and making a sound that ordinary people couldn't hear. Then she stretched out her hands to cover her ears to receive the information coming back from the radar. Then the turret mounted on the ship adjusted its angle little by little according to the feedback from the radar.

On the other side, another light cruiser gently spread his hand. A small plane was lying in his hand. The small green plane was a Zero water reconnaissance plane. It was borrowed by his admiral from others earlier. Ship equipment.

The girl raised her hands in the sea breeze. Facing the sea breeze, the reconnaissance plane trembled slightly and then flew up unsteadily in the wind.

The reconnaissance plane circled into the sky on the wind and then flew in the sky like a dragonfly.

Then she covered her ears with her palms and listened to the message coming from the reconnaissance plane. She quickly raised her right hand and shouted: "Southeast."

Just like that, the battle cry began to sound.

Bismarck charged towards the enemy, and the enemy on the other side also discovered this side. Then one after another carrier-based aircraft rushed towards her. So she retracted her originally spread hands slightly, and the small machine guns located on the waist armor and the most side armor were exposed, and then the gun barrels sprayed out tongues of flame and flew towards the hovering enemy carrier-based aircraft.

But fleet battles never rely on one person. Someone on the other side shouted: "Kang Yan, go help her."

Bismarck was not very good at emptying, and all the ammunition flew into the distant sky with just one rotation in front of the carrier-based aircraft. At this time, it would be best to have destroyers come to help her with air defense. Destroyers are not the main force in attacking the enemy but serve as auxiliary ones.

Visual, radar, and various information were fed back. The fort behind Bismarck adjusted its position and then blasted out.

Only the water column rose, and Bismarck sighed: "Unfortunately, the enemy ran far away." The artillery bombardment did not have a high hit rate, so it didn't matter if one hit failed.

Then one after another orders came from Bismarck's mouth: "Catch up."

"Pay attention to dodge."

"Six o'clock."

"The angle of elevation is thirty degrees."

"Prepare for bombardment... 1, 2, 3, launch."

"Straddle shot!"

"dodge."

"I will protect Sister Bismarck." Prince Eugen blocked Bismarck. She originally existed as a frigate.

The enemy's artillery bombardment exploded water jets around Bismarck. Although there was no hit at this time, if no measures are taken, it will only hit sooner or later.

Bismarck sailed towards the opponent in the face of the artillery fire, his black over-the-knee boots "plop-pap-pap--" stepping on the sea as if on flat ground. Then as the speed continued to increase, he changed from running to gliding. When the speed reached the highest level, Bismarck rowed behind him. There were several waves.

Bismarck moved forward in a "Z" pattern on the sea, accelerating, decelerating, turning and accelerating again, and the navigation path was tortuous.

"Alaska, be careful to dodge."

"Um."

"Don't turn around, look ahead."

"Nonsense, I know." Alaska yelled at Bismarck. She originally disliked Bismarck, but now she looked back and was suddenly a little surprised.

Large-caliber artillery, seemingly small carrier-based aircraft, at this moment, the enemy's firepower poured in like locusts, heavy rain, and strong winds.

The ammunition hit her shoulder and a large ball of flames and smoke rose up. Before she could think too much, the enemy's ammunition poured out and hit her continuously.

Tens of seconds later, the smoke rising from the sea was still filled with smoke.

"Sister Alaska!" someone shouted.

"Ahem." A gust of wind blew by, and the smoke that filled the sea gradually dissipated. As the smoke gradually faded in the wind, a figure covering his head with both hands appeared in the smoke, but Alaska had already broken through.

Bismarck approached and said, "I told you before, pay attention, are you a soldier? Follow orders." Even though Alaska was hurt and broken, her voice was not comforting.

Then she said again: "Back off!"

"No, I can still fight." Perhaps his stubbornness was at work, Alaska shouted loudly.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way."

"Ah." Alaska looked towards the sky. The carrier-based aircraft that attacked at the beginning had been eliminated, and the gunfire was dodged or resisted. However, there was still a ball of fire in the sky at this time. It was the gunfire of the battleship. He It has become inevitable.

"I said dodge."

At this time, Alaska saw a black figure blocking her face, and then fire appeared on her body.

"Dodge, dodge, why don't you listen."

Alaska was suddenly in a daze. It was Bismarck who saved him. It was the Bismarck, the Bismarck he had always ridiculed.

The wind became stronger and stronger, and the smoke was blown away by the sea breeze. Then Alaska saw clearly what Bismarck looked like at this time. Bismarck's handsome and pretty face was blackened several times by the gunfire, his black clothes were burned with countless holes, and a pair of sleeves completely disappeared, revealing a pair of arms.

Thanks were not spoken, and Alaska remained silent. This can't be done, it can't be like this. The person you mocked becomes your savior.

At this time, she retreated little by little towards the rear. She was already injured. This suppression mission looked extremely dangerous. It was originally guessed that there would be three deep-sea battleship levels in this suppression mission. It was indeed guessed correctly. This time the enemy had at least deep-sea battleships or cruisers, and even aircraft carriers and light carriers.

In the past, several garrison forts would form a joint fleet for such a task, but this time none of the surrounding garrison forts sent a fleet, but I couldn't wait any longer and thought I didn't need help.

Indeed, such a dangerous mission can easily lead to sinking if not careful. Many things need to be communicated, and we cannot attack hastily. If you send out a powerful fleet, how do you calculate supplies? If injured, who will come out with the steel? These matters cannot be communicated clearly with a phone call or a telegram, and there is nothing we can do if we delay in taking action.

At first, he was eager to attack and took the initiative to ask for help from his admiral. Perhaps it was because he did not want to lose to Bismarck.

It's just that Bismarck was still the flagship of this attack, and the opponent didn't seem to care at all about his challenge.

Do you look down on yourself? His usually peaceful mood should not have led to such an angry situation.

Sure enough, she couldn't see the close relationship between her admiral and the other party. The little girl who had just become the admiral always admired her elder sister. It used to be towards herself, but suddenly the object of admiration became Bismarck, who was obviously just a mercenary who got paid to do things. That’s all.

Although I kept telling myself that I couldn't be so jealous, and that if my resentment was too deep, I might turn into a deep-sea ship girl, I couldn't bear it at all.

It almost sunk today, if Bismarck hadn't stood in front of him. It's really inappropriate for the other party to treat me like this, but I look down on others, and I... it's really hateful.

Her course is on the sea, her long pink hair is messy. It would indeed be unscientific for outsiders to see girls acting on the sea, but they are the products of ship girls and are inherently unscientific.

Already too broken to fight and ready to leave, Alaska whispered: "Thank you."

The sea breeze messed up Bismarck's short hair, and Bismarck said: "Be careful. Even if you are a battlecruiser, it may sink. I happened to be around this time. I may not be so lucky next time."

"Why do you want to help me?"

"I should say why don't I help you? There is something wrong with your mentality. If you continue like this, it is not impossible to fall into the deep sea."

Alaska's voice was hoarse: "Why do you want to help me?" She shouted loudly, with a cry in her voice.

She saw that one of Bismarck's arms was injured in the artillery fire. Although there was no bleeding and no flesh and blood was torn, that was because the ship girl could not easily see it, but she knew that Bismarck had suffered a lot of damage, even though he had such a thick protective cover. A, but got hurt for himself.

On the other side, Bismarck raised his head and looked at the sky. No matter how fierce the battle on the sea was, the sky would always look like that. The sky will not be clear because of joy, nor will it be cloudy because of sadness. It will always be the same.

Bismarck waved his hand towards Alaska and said: "Cheer up, it's just a failure. I have failed many times before, and I was yelled at by the admiral for it. How can I just give up like this? Maybe we will have to fight together in the future."

Alaska looked at the outstretched arm. The gunfire fell and splashed water around them, but the gunfire from the destroyers was difficult to cause harm to people.

She whispered: "Yes, we still have to fight."

At this time, Prince Eugen ran over: "What happened to Sister Bismarck? You are not injured, right? The battle is still going on, don't stop here."

Bismarck waved his hand towards Alaska, motioning for the other party to leave, and said: "You go first, we are going to fight." Her actions of chasing people away were obvious, and her words were not polite.

On the other side, Alaska looked at Bismarck's handsome face, soft lines, and pursed his lips: "Okay, you guys are going to fight, and I will leave first. Well... that... flagship... that... Bismarck... sister , please have a safe journey and return safely."

Bismarck glanced at Alaska and then started to move forward. As he advanced, he turned around and smiled at Alaska.

Then she said: "Prince Eugen, prepare to fight!"