Looking for the lost ship girl

The New Orleans was wearing a white dress, a wide-brimmed hat on her head, and her high heels were on the grass.

Today, she was given a task by her admiral. The task was difficult or simple. Anyway, she would rather deal with a stack of documents in the office.

Come out of the town hall and walk south along a path paved with stone slabs and erected with a short fence. The brackish sea breeze blew up, and then the wind became stronger and stronger, and the white skirt rustled in the wind. She bent down slightly and reached out to hold down her wide-brimmed hat to prevent it from being blown away by the growing sea breeze.

It has been a long time since spring, and the grass is covered with beautiful yellow flowers. If it weren't for the ferocious bomb craters in the distance, this would be a most beautiful place. No matter how beautiful the scenery was, New Orleans was not in the slightest mood to appreciate it. Thinking about the possible rejection, he became more and more worried about himself and frowned.

At the end of the field of vision, you can see a small church with white walls and red tiles. That is your destination. It was originally a church deliberately kept away from human habitation, where some people practiced asceticism. Later, due to the emergence of the deep-sea shipgirls, the offshore churches were abandoned. The clergy could devote themselves to their faith, but they did not want to die innocently under gunfire. When I first came here, this place had been abandoned for a long time due to disrepair.

The clergy left, and later a new group of people moved in. From the outside, it looked like a small church, but it was actually a residential building.

At this time New Orleans walked to the front of the chapel, but no one could be found in the hall.

"Richelieu."

"Richelieu."

"Where's the Joan of Arc, are you there?"

"Sister is out."

New Orleans followed the direction of the sound and suddenly saw a girl with silky white hair.

The girl stood at the door, raising her head, and the sea breeze blew her long hair around. That was a very beautiful and lovely girl. New Orleans thought of a word, little princess. However, words like little princess feel a little inappropriate when used. The other party now looks shabby and his beautiful clothes are dirty.

"Utopia, how did you become like this?"

"I just fell down while running."

"Where are your adults? Where is Richelieu?"

"What do you want from Sister Richelieu?"

"Invite her to a party. There will be many, many friends, and many, many delicious foods. You can even dream of going, so tell me where your sister Richelieu went."

"If Sister Richelieu doesn't go, won't you let us go?"

What a wise question, New Orleans was speechless for a moment.

There was a naughty smile on Xuan Xiang's face, and then he began to stretch his muscles. Twist your neck, swing your arms twice, and then kick your legs. Kong Xiang said: "If you catch up with me, I will tell you where Sister Richelieu went?"

"I don't want to run with you." He was discouraged.

Fantasy, ultra-rare destroyer, eat more and run faster, New Orleans has no interest in fantasy running. Moreover, chasing a destroyer feels very embarrassing just thinking about it.

However, if you don’t want to, forget it.

"Na na, come and chase me."

"Just touch me and I will tell you where Sister Richelieu has gone."

"I came over, I touched you...I ran away again."

Dreams are running like the wind, as if full of energy.

"Are you really not going to chase..."

"Hey -" New Orleans yelled, reaching out to catch the fantasy that was dangling in front of him, but the fantasy giggled and moved away.

"You can't touch me."

Snapped--

Not caught on anything. It was a northerly day, the ground was dry, and the terrazzo floor was not smooth, but the girl fell down. Flat wrestling, this is the real fantasy.

"I've got you...where is your sister Richelieu?"

Kong Xiang stroked his head aggrievedly, scratched his white hair, and said, "On the edge of the cliff."

New Orleans walked toward the back of the chapel and saw a woman in the distance.

With long blond hair, an orange knight's uniform, and a metal cross necklace hanging on his chest, he held a stabbing sword in one hand in the sea breeze and looked around. Look, when New Orleans thought of this word, it felt a little inappropriate. Although the opponent is indeed a very powerful battleship, they never look at everyone with a condescending view.

He seemed to hear footsteps, looked over and said, "New Orleans."

New Orleans remembered the scene when he first met the other party——

"There are many enemies and the speed is very fast. We can't get around them."

"The admiral's order is for us to contain the enemies of this formation. We don't need to defeat them, we just need to take them around on the sea."

"But...sister, get out of the way, it's a torpedo."

Hearing the reminder from his companion, he quickly turned around on the sea. Because it was making a sharp turn at high speed, people almost fell down while turning. Then he maintained his standing position and found two torpedoes flying close to him. The torpedoes were moving very fast. If he hadn't been warned, he would have been hit. Although such an attack would not sink her immediately, injuries would be inevitable.

"No, they are approaching, and the intelligence is wrong. They are traveling very fast, not low-speed deep-sea ships."

"Then I will go to meet the enemy. You can run to the shore and they will not catch up."

The intelligence was wrong, the enemy's speed was very fast, and the endless attacks and involvement made it impossible for both of them to escape. The torpedoes were continuously fired towards him, and the artillery fire blasted out numerous water columns around him. The endless attacks would always hit his own side. There is no advantage in speed and there is no advantage in numbers, so only one person staying can create a chance for the other person to survive. As the elder sister, there is no way for the younger sister to contain the enemy.

"That's a battleship. Sister, you can't go."

"There is nothing we can do."

He raised the turret in his hand, aimed at the enemy and started shooting. The enemy in front of him had long silver hair, and his ship uniform looked like a dark steel sea dragon. This was a deep-sea battleship.

In addition to the deep-sea battleships, the deep-sea destroyers were moving with the setting sun on their backs, their fish-shaped ships roaring and beating huge waves. Opening its huge mouth, inside was the struggling deep-sea ship girl. The steel fins moved the sea water, the small single-mounted cannon at the mouth was rotating, and what was running over was the steel giant.

At that time, I thought, I can't escape, and then suddenly I saw a fireball hit the fastest deep-sea destroyer. A cannonball destroyed a deep-sea destroyer, and then he saw a group of people, the leader of whom had long golden hair.

"Are you okay?" At that time, I heard such a voice, like an angel.

"Be careful, they have deep-sea battleships."

I was reminded just now, and then I saw half of the deep sea battleship standing in the air like a snake. The deep-sea battleship's sea dragon-like hull swung its huge body and swam over. The steel hull stood high, and then it pressed down on the opponent like a mountain bearing down on the top.

Next, I saw that the opponent did not retreat but instead advanced, facing the shadow coming from the air with his hands raised, and then stuck his hands in the joints between the opponent's ship equipment, completely ignoring the heavy ship equipment and the corresponding gravity. The impact pushed the enemy to the surface of the sea.

The terrifying power was heartbreaking, and the enemy that he had no way to resist was easily defeated. No wonder countless admirals cry to the sky for such a ship girl. Her attitude towards the enemy is really like a god coming down from the earth. Her gorgeous and handsome figure brings fatal beauty to people.

"Hello, we are the ship girls from the nearby guard house. May I ask..."

"Richelieu."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, you're welcome."

"Are you going somewhere?"

"have no idea."

"Come to our town hall and sit for a while. At least I can help you repair your scratches."

"All right."

"Sister is so powerful, she must be in a very powerful garrison."

"Our garrison..."

"In that case, why not stay here? It's not the same thing to wander around with your children. It's not in our townhouse. There is a small church outside our townhouse that is empty..."

New Orleans recalled the scene of their past encounter. When he saw the confused woman in front of him, he smiled and said: "Richelieu..."