Elder brother's garrison

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"York seems to be sleeping inside and hasn't come out," the ship girls said.

How long did she sleep?

"I've been sleeping since I got back yesterday..."

"..." Glory's heart skipped a beat. Could something have happened to York? She nodded, trying to remain calm. "You guys eat first, I'll go call her."

Glory found York's house, pushed open the door, and went inside.

Inside the room, York lay on the bed, breathing evenly and sleeping peacefully, appearing to be fine.

Glorious felt a little relieved. She went to the bedside, reached out and nudged York's shoulder: "York, are you awake?"

“…Hmm.” York frowned.

"York, if you sleep any longer, you'll just get more tired. Get up and walk around a bit."

“…Ugh.” York’s eyelids twitched, as if he were in great pain.

Glory panicked and quickly lowered her body to listen to York's breathing.

However, at that moment, York suddenly opened his eyes, raised his hand with a whoosh, and jumped off the bed like a spring.

A rising dragon punch slammed hard into Glorious's chin.

"I was having so much fun! Why did it have to go into maintenance?! You damn operations team!!" York wailed, looking very reluctant to leave.

She shouted for a while before suddenly realizing that she had hit something. She looked down at the floor and saw Glory lying on the floor, covering his chin, silent and trembling.

York looked at Glory in horror.

"Glorious...Glorious Sister...Are you...Are you alright?" York jumped off the bed and made a move to help Glorious up.

Glory, who was lying on the ground, quickly stretched out a hand to stop York: "No... I'm fine... York, you seem quite energetic... you're doing well..."

"Uh... I'm sorry, sis... I wasn't paying attention..."

"..."

"Hey sis, let me tell you, I had a really interesting dream! It was an RPG game with tons of interesting people. I met three teammates: one who always said I was her pet, another with a full head of blond hair, and a super awesome pro who led us through monsters and dungeons. It was so much fun... Sis? Are you really okay?"

"..."

"Sis, why are you still shaking..."

"I'm..." Glorious, lying on the ground and trembling all over, gritted his teeth and said hatefully, "It's all because of you!"

Glory was very angry.

She thought York was indeed that kind of heartless little bastard.

An hour or two later, after the ship girls finished their meal, Admiral Luo Yin came out of the house. The first node was still open today. The ship girls rushed to the sea, registered, paid, prepared, and set off in one go.

On the sea surface of the first node, countless red deep-sea creatures roamed the surface, while several large golden deep-sea amphibious ships formed a fleet, appearing and disappearing in the mist, their hooves thundering in the background.

Like an erupting volcano, huge fireballs rained down from the sky one after another.

Glory led the team to evade on the sea.

York stared blankly at the sea before her, her eyes glazed over as she gazed at the fiery rain.

—Boom. Boom.

"York! Don't just stand there, we're fighting!"

York heard the voices of his companions, trying to bring him back to reality.

York was a beat slow in picking up the ship's equipment, but a strange and wonderful thought appeared in his mind.

—This ship equipment doesn't feel as handy as the Fire of Social Security...

No, this isn't a game; this is the real world.

York blinked.

The deep-sea amphibious ships and ship girls fired cannons at each other, and the booming sound on the sea temporarily drowned out the shouts of their teammates.

Boom! Boom!

Amidst the extreme explosions, there was a peculiar tranquility.

A deafening roar shook the earth.

A dozen or so metallic cattle and sheep, gleaming with black and gold, ran endlessly across the green grassland.

"York, don't just stand there, we're fighting!"

"York! York!"

……

"York!" A thunderous voice suddenly rang in York's ears.

"Activate Berserk now! You won't be able to deal any damage without Berserk!"

"Hurry up and engage the monsters! We're relying on your damage output!"

Oh!

Activate! Activate Berserk mode!

York's pupils instantly filled with blazing flames.

She released her grip, and the cannon fell back into the sea.

The iron shell fell into the sea, and the seawater hissed instantly, with wisps of steam rising up along with bubbling hot water.

Suddenly, it's so hot.

York felt the power.

Chapter 834 Where there's a will, there's a way.

The sea surface at the first node was in complete chaos.

Under the gaze of not only the glory, but also the ship girls who formed its legion, York radiated intense heat.

The source of the high temperature was the red-hot ship rigging behind York. Seawater evaporated from York's feet, sending up plumes of white steam that swirled and glowed red, like a small sun.

York left the party, shouting things like "Activate the monster! I'm going!" as she charged straight toward the high-level deep-sea monster.

Ignoring everything, she charged recklessly, getting hit by shells from the deep-sea amphibious ships. The clanging and banging sounds were deafening, but York was not harmed in the slightest, nor did it slow her pace even a fraction.

There was a bang.

York grabbed the nearest small deep-sea fish and swung it like a flail, knocking away all the deep-sea ships blocking his way.

Under the watchful eyes of the ship girls, the charging York, trailing a trail of flames, hurtled into the black mist like a meteor. Then, the entire black mist was filled with the sounds of fists hitting flesh, ship equipment shattering, bowling, sledgehammers slamming into the floor, and the sound of thunderclaps wielding hot blades, mixed with wave after wave of screams from high-level deep-sea amphibious ships.

And the sound of the little flaming top spinning around inside the deep-sea ship.

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"Little White!" Nia ran out of the beach and headed towards the registration area. "That ship you mentioned that was on fire... Huh?"

Nia stopped midway through her sentence.

Because the place that should have been Xiaobai's was now occupied by Luo Lian, there was a long line of people at the registration desk, and Luo Lian was processing the procedures for the admirals in an orderly manner.

“Miss Luo Lian?” Nia was somewhat surprised to see Luo Lian.

"Good morning, Admiral Nia."

"Um...did I bother you?"

"It's alright, I can handle multitasking to this extent, please go ahead." Luo Lian freed one hand and gave Nia a thumbs up.

“Oh…I see…Um, where’s Xiaobai?” Nia asked.

"I just fell asleep," Luo Lian said to Nia with a smile.

Nia looked around and realized that Xiaobai was sitting on the ground, fast asleep with her head resting on Luo Lian's lap.

"What happened on the beach?" Luo Lian asked.

"It's nothing major. Xiaobai asked me yesterday if I saw a ship girl on fire beating up an Abyssal. I should call her."

Has it appeared yet?

"Yes. Although I can't see it, Cleveland said she can see it from her side... I wonder if there's any danger..."

"No, there are Shiro's ship girls at sea."

“That makes sense.” Nia looked at Little White, who was sleeping, and looked somewhat troubled.

"How about we record a video?" Luo Lian said to Nia with a smile. "I just tried, and I can't wake Xiao Bai up right now."

"...Will Xiaobai be alright?"

"It's okay, I'm perfectly healthy."

"Ah, that's good! Then I'll ask Cleveland to film it!" Nia bowed to Luo Lian, then quickly returned to the beach.

Luo Lian smiled as she watched Nia's retreating figure until she disappeared from sight.

At the same time, she was also using her skillful business acumen to deal with the admirals in front of her.

Time passed slowly, and soon the accumulated admirals gradually poured onto the beach. The peak period ended, and the registration area returned to tranquility.

Luo Lian gently stroked Xiao Bai's head, quietly enjoying a moment of solitude.

Little White, who was lying on Luo Lian's lap, finally woke up.

"Good morning, Xiaobai." Luo Lian greeted Xiaobai, who had just opened his eyes in a daze.

"...Ah...it's Lianlian..." Xiaobai replied with a smile, rubbing her eyes. She looked around and stared blankly for several seconds before realizing her state. "Huh? Did I fall asleep while working?"

"Yes."

"Ah...ahhh..." Xiaobai quickly scrambled to her feet, "Lianlian, I'm so sorry..."

"Xiaobai, did you not sleep well last night?"

"You must have slept well...right?" Xiao Bai looked at Luo Lian with a puzzled expression and apologetic. "...I'm so sorry to have made you cover my shift again."

"Hmph." Luo Lian breathed through her nose and pinched her waist: "You have to make it up to me."

"Please give me your orders!"

"Xiaobai~"

"The slave is here!"

"I've been feeling a bit anxious lately, so I'd like you to massage it for me..."

"Shoulder massage, right! Got it!" Xiao Bai quickly moved behind Luo Lian and started pounding Luo Lian's shoulders like raindrops. While pounding, Xiao Bai also asked her, "Lian Lian, are you thirsty? Do you want me to get you a glass of water? Are you hungry? Do you want me to buy you some snacks or something?"

Luo Lian suppressed a laugh and told Xiao Bai about Nia's visit earlier.

Upon learning that York was once again braving the flames on the sea, Xiaobai was surprised and immediately activated the Admiral's Network to contact Bismarck and inquire about the situation at sea.

War correspondent Bismarck sent back real-time updates.

York had just smashed the last high-level deep-sea creature around her and was now exhausted and passed out. Little White probably wouldn't be able to get firsthand information. Fortunately, Cleveland had just borrowed a camera from Dora Missouri and managed to film the second half of "Doing Yourself in the Fire." She could watch it when she got back to the yard after get off work.

Time passed slowly, and as dusk fell, Xiaobai finished get off work.

After the first node closed, Xiaobai returned to the yard. After handing the camera from Missouri to Xiaobai, Nia went to the kitchen door and stood by the sink, preparing to wash vegetables for the two ship girls inside.

Xiao Bai examined the camera in his hand for a moment.

This camera is about the size of two palms, quite heavy, and has a variety of functions. In terms of photo and video recording, it is much more professional than a mobile phone, but it is far less convenient. I personally think that using a mobile phone is more convenient.

—Speaking of which, why would Missouri buy this kind of thing?

While thinking, Xiaobai flipped open the camera's built-in screen from the side and opened the most recently recorded video file.

As the video begins, the first thing Xiaobai sees is a surface of water littered with deep-sea debris, accompanied by shaky camera work. In the distance, a small fire-man is wielding his main cannon, firing wildly at a deep-sea creature lying on the surface of the sea, as if he were hoeing the ground.

—Absolutely amazing.

Berserker.

Little White stared blankly at the little fireman punching and kicking the deep sea on the screen, his mouth agape.

Is this York?

"So this is the ship girl on fire." Luo Lian came up behind Xiao Bai, glanced at her on the camera screen, and showed a look of great interest.