Today's tutelary fort remains peaceful.

"Why is this happening! Damn it! Damn Yubari! I spent so much money on the medicine, and it has no effect at all!" Veneto screamed in his heart.

"Yamato, it looks like you're ready." Furious, Veneto broke free from Xue Cheng's grasp, unfolded part of his ship's equipment, and stood on the water, stepping on the waves as he sailed towards Yamato. "How about letting me be your opponent first?"

Yamato folded his hands in front of his chest and performed the same action with outstanding effect, which was far beyond the reach of Veneto.

She looked at the girl with a frown and gritted teeth, and chuckled, "I remember you. You're Veneto, right? You're one of the strongest battleships under that guy. If I can defeat you, the remaining less powerful guys will realize the gap between us... Well, then I accept it."

"Beat me?" Veneto smiled slightly, revealing his cute little fangs, and said word by word: "Yamato, don't cry if you lose!"

"Then I will be the referee." The Duke of York walked out of the crowd.

"Okay." Yamato looked at the Duke of York who was dressed as a female knight. She felt that such a serious and old-fashioned guy would not blow a black whistle.

Yamato and Veneto returned to the dock, unloaded the live ammunition carried on the ship, and then replaced it with ammunition specially used for the exercise and returned to the sea again.

"Little bean, get ready." The sea breeze was very strong, and Yamato's figure rose and fell with the waves. A thick purple-black aura enveloped her. When the smoke dissipated, Yamato's image had completely changed.

Unlike before, Yamato had only partially deployed her naval guns, so she still looked like a beauty in a kimono. But now, sharp corners quickly grew on Yamato's forehead, and her clothes turned into a black leather combat suit that could almost be used as a bikini.

Large areas of pale skin were exposed to the air, a huge white sea monster's head unfolded on her left, and on her right was a huge naval gun. Purple smoke spewed out of the sea monster's mouth, and it struggled and twisted as if it had life, making a terrifying roar.

This is the true face of the deep-sea flagship Yamato.

Veneto's anger level was rising rapidly, and she also unfolded her ship suit. It was a huge ship suit that was enough to lift her up when unfolded, and her feet could not touch the sea surface. She carefully adjusted the position of the ship suit, stepped on the sea surface again, and moved the main gun to aim at the deep sea opposite.

The battle is about to begin.

106. Failure

"Begin!" As the Duke of York drew his sword and swung it, issuing the command, the main guns of Yamato and Veneto roared violently at the same time.

Xue Cheng nervously watched the two figures traveling at high speed on the sea in the distance, occasionally manipulating the main gun to fire at the enemy.

Unlike the battles in the game where players stand in a row and fire shells at each other according to the gun sequence, and whether they hit the target depends entirely on dodging, hitting the target and luck, Veneto has a speed of 31 knots, and the slightly slower Yamato has a speed of 27 knots. The two move at high speed on the sea, constantly changing their course, and at the same time, they have to ensure that their attacks can accurately hit the target of the petite opponent, which is obviously not so easy to do.

Now they can only use tentative bombardments to force the opponent to move at their own pace and accumulate experience for the next attack.

"Admiral, please be careful." The stern and cold Bismarck, dressed in a neat military uniform and with his white hair sticking up like cat ears, approached with Prince Eugen. She watched as Prince Eugen unfolded two shield-like armor pieces to block Xue Cheng. She breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Even ammunition used in exercises can cause damage to humans."

"Thank you." Xue Cheng nodded, looked at the figure on the sea in the distance through the gap in Prince Eugen's shield, and clenched his fists: "I wonder if Veneto can win..."

The head maid standing behind him shook her head. She wasn't very optimistic about Veneto. "Master, with all due respect, Miss Veneto is indeed formidable, even capable of fighting Yamato head-on. However, she was provoked before the battle and lost her composure, causing her artillery fire to become less accurate. Meanwhile, although Yamato rarely attacks, she is constantly and calmly searching for Miss Veneto's weaknesses..."

Bismarck also sighed slightly. While Reputation was explaining, Veneto had been hit by a shell. Although a layer of energy shield flashing with a faint fluorescent light instantly lit up on the ship's equipment, which helped her to withstand the bombardment, everyone knew that Veneto's energy shield needed to be recharged after each use before it could be deployed again.

And will Yamato give her a chance to recover her energy?

The answer is no. Yamato has adapted to Veneto's attack rhythm, and she has no intention of holding back. As Yamato maneuvers the muzzle of the gun, her mind keeps calculating the landing point of the shell and Veneto's movement trajectory. With a loud bang, the shell cuts through the air and hits Veneto accurately. The next second, a ball of firework-like light explodes on her body.

"The attack was effective, the port main turret was paralyzed, the speed dropped by one third, and Veneto entered the mid-break state!" The Duke of York's voice resounded throughout the surrounding sea area through the loudspeaker.

"Lost." Sighs were heard from the crowd. After being hit, the speed, firepower, armor and hit rate were greatly reduced. Veneto in his prime was not a match for Yamato, let alone now.

"Hahahaha...little kid, just admit defeat!" Yamato's hair danced wildly in the sea breeze as he let out a crazy laugh: "You can't beat me!"

On the sea, the ragged Veneto gritted his teeth. Although the ammunition used in the exercise could not cause any harm to the ship girl, the clothes on his body could not avoid being burned by the sparks, leaving large scorch marks and revealing his snow-white skin.

But even so, Veneto had no intention of giving up. Even if she had to struggle ugly to the end, she would make the other party pay the price for despising her.

……

"Admiral, I lost." Veneto put away her ship equipment and walked to Xue Cheng in a daze. Although in the subsequent battle, Veneto, who had calmed down again, turned the situation around for a while and even hit Yamato with a shot, her firepower dropped significantly after being hit. Yamato was only judged to be scratched by the Duke of York, and the shell that Yamato returned directly hit her into a state of severe damage.

"It's okay, don't take it to heart." Xue Cheng looked at Veneto's tattered clothes. Although his vital parts were still covered tightly, the delicate skin exposed by the holes still made his mouth dry.

Xue Cheng muttered to himself, "I'm not a lolita complex," and quickly took off his short-sleeved shirt and put it on Veneto. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the clothes wrapped around her.

Veneto sniffed, her eyes reddening. As the most powerful member of the admiral's first echelon, she was very favored. Not only did she often get opportunities to attack, but her main gun was also extremely powerful. The admiral would pick out new clothes for her every now and then, and the Ring of Oath was put on her shortly after she entered the naval base. However, despite her previous boasts, she failed to defeat her opponent and suffered a crushing defeat. This was unacceptable to the proud Veneto.

Xue Cheng squatted down, hugged the lost girl in his arms, patted her shoulder and whispered soothing words. Seeing Veneto's excitement gradually calm down, Xue Cheng just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard a burst of unbridled laughter from the crowd behind him: "Hahahaha... Look! The admiral's clothes look like a dress on Veneto. It's so funny!"

"..." Veneto's expression, which had relaxed, turned cold in an instant, and a terrifying aura slowly emanated from her. Xue Cheng's whole body stiffened as he watched Veneto break free from his arms and look in the direction where the voice came from.

"Swish!" No one wanted to offend the angry Veneto, and the girls in that direction retreated to both sides like a tide. Soon, a short girl with gray hair, wearing a shirt and a short skirt, who was holding her waist and laughing, came into Veneto's sight.

"Longxiong, are you very brave?" Veneto crossed his arms and said with a sneer.

"Eh?" Long Xiang's expression froze. She looked around and found that everyone who had just blocked her tightly had moved away from her and was looking at her with a gloating expression on their faces.

"Well, well..." Long Xiang's mouth twitched wildly. She racked her brains, trying to find an excuse, and stumbled over her words, "Actually, that's not what I meant. You see... well, it's like... ah, yes! It's like that story Yixian once told me about the ancient concubine named Feiyan, whose body was so light that she could dance on the palm of her hand. Yes, that's it. I actually wanted to compliment you."

"Head of the stove, do you think I'm easy to fool?" Veneto unfolded his ship suit with a clatter, and the black muzzle of the gun slowly aimed at Longxiong's figure.

"It's not like that! Don't come over here!" Seeing that the situation was not good, Longxiong turned around and ran away, but Veneto had no intention of letting her go. He ran very fast with the huge ship equipment on his back. The two of them, one chasing and the other fleeing, soon disappeared.

One hundred and seven, yes, Sister Li

Yamato stood on the rough sea. She smoothed her wind-twisted hair, brushed away a streak of black dust from the ends, and shouted, "Hey, that little kid has already lost. Anyone else dare to accept my challenge?"

This guy... Looking at the arrogant Yamato, the girls at the port gnashed their teeth, but no one jumped in rashly to fight.

It's not that they are afraid of losing. After all, Yamato is not challenging any one of them, but Xue Cheng's naval base. Veneto, who is the vanguard, has already lost a game. If he loses again, he will have no face left.

What should I do? Several girls exchanged glances obscurely. Just as Montana puffed out his chest and prepared to walk out, a plump and tall girl came to Xue Cheng and whispered, "Admiral, let me do it."

It was Richelieu.

Historically, it is known as the Three Musketeers of Europe together with Veneto and Bismarck. It is a very powerful battleship. Although it has the same dark history as Mutsu, it is far less tragic than the other.

When it first appeared in the game, there was only one ship in the entire server, and the admiral who drew the Richelieu was called the European Emperor, and Richelieu was also jokingly called the European Emperor's assistant. Later, when construction was opened in the game, Xue Cheng, who was still a newbie, was fascinated by the heroic and handsome Sister Li at first sight. He ignored the already scarce resources and built it frantically. As a result, he used up all the inventory and still failed to build the Richelieu.

Until the foundation of the garrison became more and more profound, the aloof Sister Li could not resist Xue Cheng's repeated proposals, so she joined his garrison and became his wedding ship. From that time on, Richelieu has always been the main force of Xue Cheng's assault team.

Later, Richelieu was opened for transformation and received another strengthening, and her status became even more unshakable. Xue Cheng bought the costumes that were implemented one after another without hesitation, and gave priority to allocating the powerful equipment he got to her. It can be said that Richelieu has been favored since she came to Xue Cheng's port area.

Richelieu said confidently, "Admiral, the Yamato has thick armor and powerful artillery fire. If it were me, I would have a relatively high chance of winning."

Xue Cheng considered it for a moment. After implementing the Triumphal Song skill in the game, Richelieu gained a passive increase in critical hit rate. Attacks in the medium and severe damage states ignored enemy armor, and critical damage also ignored enemy armor. Furthermore, compared to the Yamato's 27-knot speed, Richelieu also had a speed advantage. He nodded and warned, "Then I'll leave it to you. Be careful."

"Don't worry, Admiral." Richelieu smiled slightly, but did not leave. Instead, he stood there and looked at him with a smile.

"What's wrong?" Xue Cheng looked confused. There seemed to be some emotion hidden in Richelieu's eyes, which made him a little confused.

"I'm going to fight. Admiral, won't you give me some encouragement?" Richelieu said.

"Encouragement? What does that mean?" Xue Cheng still didn't understand.

Richelieu sighed and hooked his finger at Xue Cheng: "Admiral, lower your head a little, hurry up, yes, that's it."

Seeing Xue Cheng bending down and putting his face in front of him with a confused look, Richelieu took a step forward, put one arm around Xue Cheng's waist, the other around his neck, supported the back of his head with his palm, and kissed him.

"Wow..." Low exclamations were heard from all around, and a young girl whispered, "As expected of Sister Li, how bold."

"A passionate and romantic French girl."

"Don't look, Kun! Your eyes will be damaged!"

Lexington's face was full of astonishment, and his brows slowly furrowed. First it was King Kong, and then it was Richelieu, both of whom were ahead of him. Although they both used unexpected and tough measures to achieve their goals, it also indirectly showed that his own admiral was not as bold and proactive as he seemed, and still needed some external force to push him at the critical moment.

"Huh..." After an unknown amount of time, Richelieu let go of Xue Cheng, put his hands on his shoulders and gently pushed him away. His eyes swept around: Missouri, Iowa, Wisconsin, King George V of England, the Prince of Wales...

Everyone was looking at her with undisguised jealousy, especially the wheat-skinned girl South Dakota, whose eyes were almost spitting fire.

Richelieu smiled complacently, looking at Xue Cheng who was avoiding his gaze, and deliberately licked his lips with the tip of his tongue. He chuckled and said, "The Admiral's reaction is a bit awkward, this is not good. It seems that Richelieu needs to help the Admiral become more proficient..."

"Richelieu! Are you going to fight or not?" South Dakota, a petite and thin girl with wheat-colored skin, jumped to Richelieu, her cheeks flushed, and said loudly.

Richelieu glanced at her, then looked around defiantly, met Lexington's gaze, and smiled faintly: "Then, Admiral, I'll be leaving now."

"Let's go, hurry up! It would be better if we were defeated by that Yamato guy! A thieving cat!" South Dakota jumped up and down as he looked at Richelieu's back.

"Sister, don't say that. It's so embarrassing..." The girl with long golden hair, a plump figure, and fair skin tugged at her clothes. Even if she was jealous, she shouldn't say such words at this time, right? Didn't she see that the eyes of the people around her had become unfriendly?

Richelieu unfolded his ship suit, stepped onto the waves and came to the sea. He looked at the expressionless Yamato and smiled faintly: "I will be your opponent."

"Richelieu." Yamato's body was wrapped in wisps of purple-black gas. Her eyes fell on Richelieu's face, then slowly slid down. Suddenly, she smiled coldly: "Why do I feel... that you seem to have gained a lot of weight compared to before the transformation?"

Richelieu raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Are you planning to use the same tactics of angering Veneto against me again?"

"No way." Yamato put on an innocent look. "I'm obviously concerned about your health. Look, your legs are much thicker now than when I first saw you."

"Really?" Richelieu maintained a nonchalant expression, unfazed by Yamato's words. "Perhaps. This change seems to have only begun after I became the admiral's wife. I've heard that some shipgirls experience changes in their figures due to psychological factors. Perhaps subconsciously, I no longer consider myself a girl. As the admiral's wife, I should be more voluptuous and slim to attract my husband, right?"

Yamato's face darkened. "You're obviously fat, yet you're still trying to convince yourself you're plump? Don't you have any self-awareness at all?"

Richelieu smiled faintly: "It's enough if the Admiral likes it."

Yamato stared at her coldly, the purple-black aura wrapped around his body fluctuating more violently.

108. After the War

From the perspective of entertainment alone, Richelieu's battle was far less exciting than Veneto's.

The furious Veneto's fighting style is quite similar to that of a deep-sea ship girl. The roars of her main guns are almost continuous. Although her hit rate is pitifully low, just looking at the spectacular water columns splashing on the sea surface is still very refreshing and enjoyable.

Richelieu's fighting style was much more conservative. Most of the time she was avoiding Yamato's attacks and only occasionally carried out a few tentative bombardments, just like the previous Yamato. On the contrary, it was Yamato who used tactics reasonably to defeat Veneto and lost his sense of proportion. I don't know if it was because of the great victory in the first battle that caused his mentality to swell. He had lost his previous steadiness and just kept chasing Richelieu.

Soon, the battle was decided.

Richelieu was originally the top combat force in Xue Cheng's garrison, with the bonus of the wedding ship, and the main guns he was equipped with were all high-end products. Even though he was hit by Yamato's violent attack and was broken, he still relied on the characteristics of his skills to fight back and successfully defeated Yamato.

"Admiral, I won." Amid the cheers of the girls, Richelieu put away his ship uniform, put his arms in front of him to cover the holes in his clothes, and came to Xue Cheng.

"Well done, you're worthy of being Richelieu." Xue Cheng smiled and praised. He looked at the girl's embarrassed expression, then looked at himself and said helplessly, "Although I also want to treat you equally, I don't have any clothes to put on you now."

Richelieu blinked. "The Admiral can make amends in another way."

Xue Cheng asked curiously, "What method?"

Lexington sensed something bad was going on and quickly said, "It's okay. I can lend Richelieu my coat."

"No need to bother." Without waiting for Xue Cheng to refuse, Richelieu quickly came up behind him, hugged his waist and pressed himself against him. Then he put his chin on Xue Cheng's shoulder and said with a smile, "That's all. Admiral, help me block it."

"Richelieu!" South Dakota was about to go crazy. If her sisters hadn't stopped her, she might have rushed up and started fighting with Richelieu.

Yamato looked at the dust on her body, put away her ship suit, and sank into the sea. When she surfaced again, the stains on her body had been washed away. She shook her wet hair, looked at Xue Cheng who was being hugged by Richelieu with a gloomy face, and shouted loudly: "Are you still going to compete?"

"I'll do it!" Missouri stood up eagerly.

Yamato's breath hitched, and he said unhappily, "I won't fight a wall-hanger. Find someone decent!"

Missouri: “…”