Elder brother's garrison

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"Ah... I see." Ella mumbled something strange. "Is your Saratoga a blonde girl in a white dress?"

"Huh? Yes, that's right." Saratoga was indeed wearing a white casual dress this time. Compared to the clothes the ship girls usually wore, it wasn't particularly eye-catching.

“It seems like we’ve gotten into trouble in that direction,” Ella said, pointing to the spot she had been looking at earlier.

"Ah!?" Xiaobai quickly sat up.

"You'd better go and take a look," Ella said. "Well, it seems pretty tricky in every sense of the word."

"Ah! Is it over there?" Xiaobai asked, pointing in the direction Ella had given him.

"kindness."

"Thank you, sorry to bother you." Having received the answer, Xiaobai jogged towards the exit of the alley.

"...Oh, have a safe trip." Ella waved her hand with a hint of disappointment.

"Ah, right."

As if remembering something, Xiao Bai, who had run to the alley entrance, turned around.

"My name is Lu Lin, goodbye."

From afar, Little White bowed to Ella.

In the blink of an eye, only one person remained in the secluded alley.

Ella sat quietly with her head down.

After a long while, she touched her face and gently breathed out a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, her shoulders began to tremble involuntarily, and a strange blush rose on her pale cheeks from excitement.

“I see. I see.”

Ai stretched out her arms and hugged herself, her waist arching unnaturally, and her legs tightly crossed.

She raised her head, her eyes staring blankly at the sky, while her body began to breathe heavily.

Her lips, as red as blood, trembled, exhaling wisps of hot breath that condensed into wisps of white mist in the air.

"It's so hard to hold back..."

"Ah... thank goodness something happened over there..."

"A little later."

"If it were any later..."

Ella's body gradually stiffened, and she fell to her side on the ground. Her arms wrapped around her body, and she began to tremble like a caterpillar.

Her fair and beautiful face was suddenly covered in dust.

"...They're about to make their move."

"Not yet..."

"Not even close..."

"what……"

Ella curled up on the ground, as if releasing something, letting the dust roll onto her pristine white military uniform.

"It's been a long time..."

We won't be able to see each other for a while.

"If we meet again."

"I really can't help it..."

"Ah... I miss you so much, I miss you so much, I miss you so much, I miss you so much, I miss you so much..."

"I miss you so much, I ......"

"...I'm number one in the world..."

Chapter 46 Conflict

The streets were bustling with activity.

The closely packed shops were decorated with colorful toys as if celebrating a festival, and each person was enthusiastically hawking their wares to passersby.

Saratoga stood with his hands behind his back, bending over as he looked at the stall in front of him.

"Would you like one, young lady?" the stall owner asked Saratoga, clapping his hands as he spoke.

"It's not easy for a young lady to come all the way to Colorado Island, so why not buy some souvenirs? Look at this seashell bracelet, it's only forty-eight for one, but if you buy two, it'll only cost you eighty. You're such a pretty girl, you must have a boyfriend, right? How about you and your boyfriend each get one? Even if it's not a token of love, it's still a nice little matching toy, isn't it?"

The stall owner enthusiastically promoted his goods.

Saratoga looked at the jewelry on the stall.

None of them are anything valuable. Perhaps because it's an island, most of these things are pretty little seashells and conches strung together with stained glass.

Since it's a tourist attraction anyway, the vendors are just trying to fool tourists by inflating their prices.

However, Saratoga had spent ten years by the sea, and seeing this kind of thing so often had become tiresome.

"Young lady?" Seeing Saratoga's silence, the stall owner quickly resumed his sales pitch, "Quite a few people have been buying this bracelet these past few days, mostly young couples, all very much in love..."

Saratoga is the kind of person who attracts a lot of attention. Even if Saratoga doesn't buy anything, just standing in front of the stall can attract a lot of people for the stall owner.

In just a short while, several male tourists had already quietly gathered around the stall.

"Look at this, hey, if you don't want that bracelet, how about this crystal bottle? It has a lot of shells that are unique to this area inside. And look at this one, many boyfriends give this crafted conch shell to their girlfriends..."

Suddenly, as if she had finally lost interest, Saratoga left without looking back (Part 3) O肆齐san (Part 4) opened a stall.

The stall owner, who was still enthusiastically promoting his products, stared blankly at Saratoga.

Saratoga walked down the street.

Saratoga likes lively places, and places with lots of people are even noisier.

Compared to my sister who prefers quiet, I like this kind of place much more.

"Candied hawthorn berries, candied hawthorn berries~"

The street vendors' cries once again drew Saratoga's attention.

In front of a stall, a man carrying a large straw pole was shouting with a ruddy face. Strings of bright red candied hawthorns were stuck into the straw pole, looking like the fruit of some strange tree.

"I want it!" Saratoga leaned forward and handed over the bright red banknote that Little White had given her.

"Okay, here's your 100, and your change is 85." The stall owner quickly gave Saratoga a stack of change, then reached out to pull out a string of candied hawthorns.

“I’ll pick them myself.” Saratoga held her hand high, like a schoolchild answering a question.

"Huh? Okay, okay." The stall owner hadn't heard of such a request before, but still moved the straw pillar in front of Saratoga with the customer's mindset in mind.

Saratoga reached out and pinched the bamboo skewer of the candied hawthorn, gently pulling it out of the straw pillar like a fruit farmer picking fruit.

"Oh————" Saratoga looked puzzled, grabbed the candied hawthorn and brought it to her mouth, sticking out her red, sticky tongue to lick it.

"Sweet."

"Candied hawthorns? Of course they're sweet. I'm quite confident in my family's sugar coating; I use five kinds of sugar, blah blah blah..."

Saratoga left the stall with the candied hawthorn in her hand.

This was the first time she had ever eaten candied hawthorn.

*Crunch*

Saratoga bit off the top one.

"Well……"

A sweet and sour taste spread in my mouth.

The sour taste acted like an anesthetic, causing Saratoga's entire jaw to tremble.

She couldn't help but cover her mouth.

So it was sour?

Saratoga glanced back at the bustling market.

It seems the candied hawthorn stall was quite popular; there were several tourists behind me happily munching on candied hawthorns while chatting with each other.

They were all smiling in a way that made people envious.

...Humans really do like this strange taste.

Saratoga looked down at the candied hawthorns in her hand that looked like strings of red agate.

For some reason, a strong feeling of rejection from this dense crowd welled up in my heart.

Saratoga's eyes inexplicably dimmed.

Saratoga looked around, then walked to a trash can on the side of the street and threw the candied hawthorn into it.

She stretched gently.

"Let's go back."

Just then, Saratoga suddenly sensed a commotion in the crowd behind him.

"Robbery!"

A woman's weak cry could be heard from afar.

The dense crowd began to push and shove.

"Go, go, go, get out of here!"

A burly man dressed in black and wearing a black hat was running wildly through the crowd, carrying a satchel with a torn strap, shouting fiercely as he tried to escape.

Clearly, many people were frightened by the murderous sound.

Those must be the robbers.

The way he looks like he's about to kill someone makes it seem like he'd love to have the word "criminal" written all over his head.

Saratoga approached the roadside, looking at the person with some curiosity.

"What are you looking at? Get lost!"

Many people were observing the situation, and the robber seemed to be a veteran, habitually looking around and shouting at the people around him.

Many people who were about to step forward hesitated because of this shout.

When someone shouts at you like that, most people wouldn't be able to muster the will to fight back.

The man ran very fast and quickly reached Saratoga.

Saratoga watched as the person ran up to her and secretly stuck out her foot.

--but

—The sound of gunfire from deep-sea battleships is far more unpleasant than this.

"Dangdang!"

The man felt something incredibly hard suddenly appear beneath his feet, blocking his leg like a block of iron.

In an instant, the world turned upside down, and accompanied by a heavy feeling of powerlessness, he lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground with his satchel in tow.

"Grass!"

The man was so huge that when he fell to the ground, the floor tiles seemed to shake three times.

He stood up from the ground, his eyes filled with anger and malice as he glared fiercely at Saratoga's location.

"Who?"

The man seemed to forget that he was being chased. He just stared at Saratoga and slowly walked towards her as if he wanted to devour her. He gradually exuded a strong murderous aura, which to onlookers would not be an exaggeration to call it ferocious. He was like a murderous maniac licking a knife, making people afraid to look directly at him.

"you?"

The man put down his bag and slowly walked up to Saratoga.

Although Saratoga was plump, she was not tall. Compared to the muscular men, she looked like a small bird, easily crushed into a puddle of flesh with a single step.

—He was planning to do just that.

—Clearly, the man had no intention of showing any tenderness or chivalry towards the woman.