While Yadon was discussing the precautions for the transformation of the ship girl with the No. 233 guard house, the remaining main ship girls in the faraway guard house, also knew about the unexpected situation of the young master going out.

Well, it’s not right, it’s the situation where the young master encountered the deep sea Qiji, who said that it was unexpected?

But, it's not bad. The Prince of Wales and the Nelson Rodney sisters are very powerful, and everyone knows that, but compared with the Deep Sea Qiji, even if she has reputation, she can at most just guarantee that she won't kneel.

It is really difficult to protect the young master in the hands of Deep Sea Qiji.

"I knew that the young master took those lucky British guys out and prepared things. Sure enough, I guessed it!" A battleship girl from the United States of America spoke first.

"Well, what's the use of a high lucky value? If the lucky value is high, will you still be dragged away by your family to watch the sun in Nevada?" A ship girl with no luck and no low luck immediately retorted!

"Yu! What do you mean by Beizhai? Are you not from the German? What do you say to those British shipmen?" I don't know why it was Tilbitz who spoke to him, and Nevada's anger value increased significantly.

"It's probably because it's very similar to the way the Prince of Wales died back then, so it surpassed national hatred and family hatred." Seeing Bismarck educate her nominal sister not to speak for the British, the lucky value was only five points, and Fusang, who planned to resolutely not join the fight, said in his arms, holding a teacup.

"So that's it." Oklahoma, who was originally struggling to help his sister fight together, heard Fusang's words and thought what she said made sense, so she immediately abandoned her sister and became *******, the most annoying thing about planes.

Even the way of death of the original body can become a symbol of standing in the sidelines. The anthropomorphic warship girls are indeed a group of creatures with incomprehensible thoughts.

"Well! Why are you making a fuss? My son is not dead yet! Who do you show me this way? Do you give it to me?"

He slapped the rostrum hard on the rostrum. The roar from the admiral of the battle lineman brought back the battleship girl from the No. 233 guarding mansion from the fight between the young master and who was blamed for Qi Ji.

"Now call you here to form a fleet of rapid reinforcements to take your future admiral back from the damn deep sea Suki."

...Admiral, that's the deep sea Qiji. Could it be that the time-space teleporter that was about to be broken in the Guardian's office awakened some unknown ability after such use, and could it teleport all of us at once?

Otherwise, it would be a very difficult task to seize people from the hands of the deep sea Qiji.

"Everyone knows that the teleporter in the garrison that has been broken at no time will be returned to the limited number of people each time, so I called you over and selected a few warriors to come out."

The ancient chimpanzee admiral dressed in the cloak of the general ordered the ship girls under his command in an unquestionable tone.

The admiral's order caused a buzzing discussion. This kind of rescue soldier is wrong. The task of saving the young master has increased from S-level difficulty to S-level in the minds of this group of ship girls.

"The vanguard is willing to take on this mission and is willing to serve the young master!" The vanguard, a British battleship girl wearing a blue military dress, was the first to speak.

"Damn British guy, the young master is in your hands! Don't let me leave Nevada for this mission." Nevada, who was just warned by the American sister, Great Washington, who was guarding the palace, said loudly again.

"...Aren't the American and British ship girls a good relationship?" Richelieu, a French ship girl sitting alone in the corner, said to Vittorio Veneto, who was 1.3 meters tall, who was 1.3 meters tall.

"A typical representative of civil war expert." Venetto, who was not interested in mixing with these, took a sip of coffee and then asked, "Do you have a cup too?"

"Thank you, don't add milk." Richelieu said politely.

"There is no one without milk." Seeing Richelieu stepping on landmines with such polite words, Venetto couldn't lose his temper.

"Where is Alice?" Richelieu, who didn't notice that he was stepping on the mine, looked at the chair next to Veneto, which originally belonged to Andrea.

"Andrea ran to the master's bedroom last night." Venetto said in a calm tone, adding: "My sister's name is Andrea Doselli, not Ali, I have to repeat this matter many times."

"It's the same anyway, wait, she went to the old master? Oh, she wants to steal a fishy fish? No, the young master is not in the garrison now, why did she go there?" Richelieu, the second generation of the garrison No. 233, was frightened by Andrea's amazing behavior.

"Who knows, so I tied her up and repaired the channel." Venetto continued to say calmly.

"..." The repair channel used by the ship girl cannot flood the ship girl, but for the battleship girl who is good at playing in the water and not diving, it is not a good thing to be tied up and sink into the repair channel.

Sure enough, do the Italian ship girls who use drug guns have been taking too much drugs all year round? Richelieu, thinking about this, moved a little further away from Veneto.

While chatting with Veneto with Richelieu, the enthusiastic ship girls had already chosen the ship girls to go on the reinforcement fleet in addition to the flagship.

The gua who has excellent air defense capabilities... Qianwei joined the company because she responded to the order first, but given that her combat experience was not very good, she was just in the frigate position.

Nevada, the most clamoring, also her sister, because the speed is not high enough, she may be dragged down when she needs to escape, and was screened very decisively. Because she was in a loss, she had already started playing Russian roulette with her sister.

"His Excellency Washington, please discipline your ship girl." The prestigious sister, another maid in the custody, said with a broom.

"It's okay, I can't die." Washington glanced at the Nevada sisters who had already opened to the fifth round and said indifferently.

"But the cleaning work..." As soon as the counterattack was finished, a flying axe knocked the revolver that almost pulled the trigger in Nevada's hand to the window. Washington, who was the head of an American sister, stared at the Nevada sister who wanted to commit suicide with an angry face.

"Actually, there is no need to do this." Seeing the Nevada sisters hugging each other in fright, they fought back and were worried that the flying axe would hit anyone.

"American style!" Washington said proudly.

The American style of God-Treading Horse, this is your own style of the Divine Axe of the Falling Cherry Axe! Other American ship girls who heard Washington say this cover their foreheads and keep silent.

However, given the reputation of the Axe King of the Guardian, the ship girls who wanted to persuade them all shrank their necks when they saw the president inspecting, and they made a cross in their hearts, praying that Nevada would be lucky and would not be smashed into the repair channel by this axe.

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I dreamed that... I became an American superhero and then was killed by the underworld.
Chapter completed!