It is Kokang and Changchun

　"The wakeup call has sounded and the assembly is over, but all the ship girls are still sleeping here. The commander asked me to come to your room to see what's wrong with you. Since you're awake, assemble quickly! If you're late, it won't just be a matter of writing a self-criticism, you'll be criticized in the entire port area!" Chongqing said.

　"Okay... okay!" Zhao He was shocked when he heard it, and got off the bed as fast as he could.

　He didn't even leave the door, but climbed through the window to take a shortcut to the meeting place.

　Chapter 463 Herring and Herring

　A military port in the Gulf of Mexico

　"Ah! Why does it suddenly stink so badly? Which idiot opened a can of herrings in the cafeteria?!"

　There was a burst of shouting, and somewhere in the soldiers' mess hall, the soldiers near where the sound came from began to get agitated, holding their noses and running away from that "troublesome place".

　"Is the smell so strong?" Herring scratched his head as he looked at the soldiers hurriedly running away with their meals.

　The herring here is not a fish of the genus Herring in the family Clupeidae, order Herringiformes, but the 22nd ship of the Catshark class submarine - the Herring submarine, hull number SS-233.

　She placed her chive-like nose close to the can of herring and sniffed it gently. Not only did she remain unfazed, but she even seemed slightly delighted. "No way! This is clearly a very unique aroma. Hmm...it seems no one knows how to appreciate herring."

　"Ms. Herring, is it possible that you are the only one in the world who thinks canned herrings smell good?" A soldier with a relatively large lung capacity pinched his nose hard and complained loudly from a distance.

　Herring pouted and said, "Even if it smells bad to you, it tastes delicious. Otherwise, the manufacturer of this stuff would have gone bankrupt long ago. How can we still buy it? Come on, let's try it."

　Herring picked up the can, grabbed a herring from the can, and waved it in front of the soldiers standing far away. The soldiers shook their heads like rattles, and no one was willing to try.

　At this moment, a figure with long blond hair jumped up from behind the crowd and rushed straight towards the herrings. "Hey! Don't open cans of herrings in public!"

　"Ah! It's the big bluefin fry!" Before the big bluefin fry could reach her, the herring quickly stuffed the fish in her hand into her mouth, and then instinctively closed the can of herrings. However, this was useless because the can could not be completely closed.

　Big Bluefish snatched the can from Herring and said, "If you want to eat this kind of thing, go back to your dormitory and eat it. Don't eat it here. Unless everyone in the cafeteria is like you and is a fan of this stuff."

　As he spoke, the big bluefish took the herring out of the cafeteria and brought it to an open area. He said, "Just finish eating here quickly. You have a mission soon after you finish eating... I say, why do you like eating this kind of food so much?"

　The herring ate with gusto. After finishing another one with the soup, he said, "Maybe it's because my name is 'Herring'."

　"That doesn't mean I like eating albacore." The albacore rolled his eyes.

　"Sister Bluefish, you just mentioned the mission. What is the mission?" Herring deliberately avoided the topic that made her sister unhappy and asked about the business instead.

　"To patrol the Gulf of Mexico and protect offshore oil rigs," said the bluefish.

　"Huh? Protecting offshore oil rigs?" Herring couldn't figure out what this had to do with submarines. "Shouldn't our mission be to attack enemy supply lines or ambush enemy fleets?"

　Big Bluefish slapped her head and said, "Oh, right, you just became a ship girl not long ago, you probably don't know yet..."

　"Then let me explain it to you," said the bluefish, "the deep sea has long been using its physiological advantages to launch large-scale espionage and sabotage activities against our country's offshore oil drilling platforms in the Gulf of Mexico.

　They usually consist of a small team of two or three people who use diving and swimming to reach the bottom of the drilling platform to carry out sabotage activities. Their main method of destruction is to blow up the platform's fixed structures, such as the seabed support steel frame, floating platform, anchor chain, etc.

　These deep-sea operations have been ongoing for a long time, with repeated success, significantly impacting crude oil production. Despite the Navy and Coast Guard's ongoing efforts, the effectiveness of these countermeasures has been unsatisfactory.

　"Why?" asked Herring.

　"The deep-sea sabotage team is too small, and they don't make obvious noise like ships when they move. How loud do you think the noise can be when they swim underwater? So it's difficult for sonar to detect their presence." Big Bluefish sighed.

　Herring understood something and said, "So the Navy wants us to use submarines to guard the oil wells? But we also need sonar to detect the deep sea, and didn't you just say that sonar is difficult to detect?"

　"It's hard to detect them with the sonar of ordinary ships, but it's relatively easy with our ship girls. And we have to chase them, we can't just let them get away like this. Chasing these deep-sea divers, we don't have to rely solely on our submarine ship girls, right?

　Secondly, you don't have to worry about sonar. Our WWII submarines didn't originally have it, but it was just a matter of dragging an external sonar through the ocean." Albacore spread his hands.

　"Isn't this just ordinary sonar?" Herring was puzzled.

　"Uh... well, it's like this. A regular sonar, when installed on our main body, becomes a sonar that reduces the effects of deep-sea debuffs. To put it bluntly, it's a sonar that's less affected by deep-sea debuffs."

　Herring lowered his head and thought for a moment, then asked, "I see... But what if a deep-sea cruise or anti-ship missile attacks the drilling platform? Then our presence would be useless."

　"Don't worry about that. The drilling platform is full of Hirams and Sea Sparrows, and there are patrolling frigates in the relevant waters from time to time. Unless it is a deep-sea saturation strike, it is impossible to destroy the drilling platform with this method."

　"Hiss... For the sake of offshore oil

　"That's pretty impressive," Herring said, "Personally, I still think offshore oil operations should be reduced or stopped, and we should transition to land-based oil production."

　Big Bluefish held his forehead and said, "That's easy to say. Texas' independence has taken away a lot of onshore oil production. Who will make up for these losses? Even if we build new onshore wells, we can't give up offshore oil."

　"Then the deep sea only destroys the offshore platform itself, and should it also destroy the oil pipeline or drilling pipe? I think this method is cheaper than destroying the platform, and it is impossible not to do it in the deep sea." Herring proposed an idea.

　The bluefin tuna shrugged and said, "We thought so at first, but the deep sea has never done this before. They have damaged the oil pipelines on land, but they have never touched the pipelines on the seabed."

　"Oh, they are still so concerned about environmental protection in the deep sea? They know that oil pollution at sea is much greater than that on land, but they only focus on land management and not sea management. Should the United Nations Environment Programme award them a medal?" Herring complained.

　"Don't worry about Deep Sea's motives. Just follow orders to protect the rig." The bluefin tuna glanced at the can of herring and pointed. "Hurry up and finish your meal and clean yourself up. All the submarines have to gather for a meeting to discuss the mission soon."

　"Yes!" Before he finished speaking, the herring finished the can in no time. After a flash of blue light, he cleaned himself and followed the big bluefish to the meeting room.

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　The next day, an oil drilling platform in the Gulf of Mexico

　Two National Guard soldiers who had just finished their shift were chatting. One of them was disassembling the G3A3 rifle in his hand and performing maintenance work such as applying gun oil.

　Another soldier looked at the G3A3 with a puzzled expression and asked, "Man, I've always wanted to complain about something. Why does our country have a G3A3?"

　"Isn't it normal for NATO guns to circulate within NATO countries?" Soldier A continued to wipe his gun with his head down without looking up.

　Soldier B felt the man didn't get what he was asking, so he added, "Uh... I mean, don't we have the 6.8mm M5? I heard even Marines are almost all using M5s now, so using these wouldn't be a bit..."

　Soldier A snorted, "We are the National Guard, stationed in the rear, not the front-line troops. How can we get the good stuff?

　Logically, we should at least have an M16A4 or M4, but a 5.56 rifle is like scraping at deep sea. It would take at least half a magazine to break one of those bitches' arms. What's the point? So we can only equip rifles with full-power bullets."

　Soldier B said, "That's right. Don't we have the M14? The original M14 is really not good enough. Wouldn't the M14EBR, or the MK14, be just right?"

　"It's the same old saying. For those gentlemen, is the National Guard worthy of using the same gun as the Navy SEALs?" Soldier A sneered:

　"Other guns have to go through many hands, while your own guns have fewer hands. How can you operate it well with fewer hands? How can you make money? Right? The higher-ups are being kind by giving you the G3A3. Just be happy you didn't give you the original G3 or FAL."

　Soldier B could only smile bitterly; he had no other choice but to say something. After a while, Soldier B started another conversation: "I heard the shipgirls are coming to help us guard the oil well today. That's great! We feel so much safer now!"

　Soldier A reassembled his cleaned gun and smiled with satisfaction: "Yeah, they should be here this afternoon. I'm at sea every day, so it's nice to have some beautiful women to look at."

　"Brother, these are submarines, elementary school students, and even loli. Your thinking is a bit dangerous." Soldier B joked.

　Chapter 464 Duval County

　When the submariners arrived at the waters around the oil wells, before patrolling, the flagship Nautilus (not the nuclear one, but the SS-168) asked the other boats to patrol first, while it went to the nearest drilling platform to find the garrison to understand the situation.

　After a conversation between the two sides, Nautilus learned a shocking fact: the sonars of the drilling platform were all passive.

　"No, you don't need concealment like us, so why do you need passive sonar?" Nautilus was puzzled.

　Passive sonar is highly concealed because it doesn't actively emit signals. Since the deep sea can destroy oil drilling platforms, it means that the deep sea knows the coordinates of the oil drilling platforms and may even know their real-time status.

　In this case, the stealth of passive sonar is useless. Since the target is small and quiet, it is better to use active sonar (active sonar has stronger detection than passive sonar, but it is easy to reveal the location of the sonar).

　) This is why Nautilus was shocked.

　The officer on the rig replied, "We've already reported this problem several times. The animal protection organizations are getting so fed up with it, protesting every day about protecting marine life. The Democrats are buying into this, and there's nothing they can do unless they replace our sonar system with active one."

　"Are those animal protection organizations so stupid? Haven't they considered that if the drilling platform is destroyed, the large amount of leaked oil will cause even greater damage?" Nautilus felt like he was going to faint from being pissed off by these idiots.

　The officer remembered something and said, "Hey, Miss Nautilus, you're right. These deep-sea sabotage attacks have been successful many times, and there have been cases of serious damage, but there has never been a single case of oil damage.

　Give way."

　Nautilus lowered his head, lost in thought. "Sure enough, just as we discussed in the pre-departure meeting... The Deep Sea only damages oil port storage tanks, land-based pipelines, and transport vehicles; they won't cut into submarine pipelines. But what's their motive for doing this? Is it simply environmental protection?"

　After a while, Nautilus seemed to have figured something out. He gritted his teeth and said, "These deep-sea creatures are really calculating! If the deep-sea creatures directly attack the submarine oil pipeline, even the most stubborn animal protectionists will realize that the harm of oil pollution is greater than the harm of sonar.

　In that case, animal protection would pose far fewer obstacles to the deployment of active sonars, and drilling platforms would undoubtedly be equipped with active sonars, which would be detrimental to deep-sea infiltration and sabotage. Therefore, not cutting submarine pipelines in the deep sea is precisely to better destroy drilling platforms. Environmental protection is merely incidental; this is the real purpose!

　Nautilus thought so, and she immediately shared what she learned with the other submarine girls.

　The other ship girls nodded in agreement, believing that the Deep Sea still cared about international image, and with their physical advantages and technological strength, destroying pipelines would be more difficult than destroying drilling platforms, but it would not increase exponentially.

　"Report! An abnormal signal has been detected!" The archerfish noticed a faint abnormal signal. "This signal is different from that of ordinary fish. It may be the signal of a deep-sea pioneer moving underwater."

　"Direction?" asked Nautilus.

　"About direction 179." Archerfish replied.

　Nautilus ordered, "This distance is not very close to the oil well area... Continue to track the abnormal signal and send a message to the drilling platform. If it is determined to be deep sea, see if you can confirm the specific location before driving it away."

　The bluefish was full of confidence. "No problem! Huh? Deep sea? Anyone who invades American territory, I, the bluefish, will make sure she never returns!"

　With that, Albacore did as Nautilus instructed and loaded the wire-guided torpedo into the torpedo tube of the ship he was sitting on.

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　While submarines bombard fish in the Gulf of Mexico, protecting America's oil production, things are less peaceful in Duval County, Florida.

　It is better to say that there is war rather than unrest.

　With the intention of cutting off the peninsula (Florida), Deep Sea launched a large-scale landing operation east of the coastal city of Duval County.

　The Deep Sea launched a fierce attack, and the US troops stationed there fought fiercely, relying on coastal fortifications. Countless US soldiers were reduced to charcoal by the Deep Sea's light bombardment, while numerous Deep Sea combat puppets, strafed by machine guns and artillery, collapsed and disintegrated, leaving only stones in their place.

　They say that people are incomparable, let alone the ocean. Those stationed here are all elite troops, but after more than a year of intense warfare, only two out of ten experienced veterans remain.

　If most of the elite veterans were still there, it might take some time for the Deep Sea to successfully land and gain a foothold. But now with 80% of the troops mobilized, the Deep Sea's fierce high-energy light bombardment and continuous bombardment would have almost pushed the green bar of the front-line troops to the bottom.

　"Hold on! Hold on! Everything will be fine once the heavy main division arrives! God is with us!" The front-line commander shouted anxiously to the person below.

　(PS: Because combined brigades are unable to cope with combat missions with deep-sea enemies, the US military has added a large number of existing combined brigades to combined divisions. Even newly trained troops are mostly organized as division-level units. Combined brigades have lost their dominant position in the current US military organization.)

　"Sir, we really can't hold on! The deep-sea ships' firepower is too strong. Now that the enemy's elite troops have appeared, our morale has collapsed. Even the military police can't catch them... Boom!"

　Before the person on the other end of the phone could finish speaking, there was a loud explosion and then the line went silent.

　The front-line commander cursed and immediately ordered the reserve troops to plug the gap in the escape route to prevent "a thousand-mile dam from collapsing due to an ant hole."

　Then he immediately looked at the computer's large screen and found that there were indeed several larger red dots. These red dots represented the deep-sea elite soldiers.

　However, this is not the real-time location, but only an electronic mark of the approximate location of the enemy. The current level of information technology in warfare is not yet able to track the specific location of individual enemy soldiers in real time on a large map.

　"Damn it, why are these guys here again?!" The front-line commander slammed his fist on the table and began to deal with these elite soldiers according to the pre-planned plan.

　"Don't let these bitches get close to the defense line. If they do, it's over! We must kill them in the open!"

　During World War II, American armored troops on the Western Front were terrified at the mere mention of them. Now, American soldiers are terrified at the mere mention of elite troops. Deep-sea assault soldiers carrying shields are already annoying enough, but elite troops possess tank-level physical resistance alone, a sight that makes anyone shudder.

　If a unit like this were to enter a narrow area such as a trench fortress, there would be almost nothing that could stop their one-sided massacre.

　Unless we ask the Tathagata from the West... oh no, we ask the ship girls to come and rescue us, otherwise it will literally be like one "girl" blocking the way and ten thousand enemies cannot get through.

　Due to various reasons, the first line of defense on the beach collapsed quickly, and the deep sea broke through the defense line after only one day of fighting. The US troops retreated to the second line of defense with stronger defenses.

　"Your new exoskeleton flower

　"Those who are just bullying puppets can only do so. If they meet our vanguards, they will kneel down, right?" A deep-sea vanguard took a long stick and poked the American soldier who fell to the ground. She knocked him unconscious with a stick and mocked him.

　At this moment, the deep-sea scout suddenly realized something. After a brief and quick swing of the baton, he raised it above his head to block a cold knife attack from behind.

　After deflecting the attack, the deep-sea scout turned and said, "Hmph, you unsportsmanlike human! Your sneak attack only proves your weakness and incompetence!"

　"Watch out for the stick!" The deep sea woman rushed forward with a quick step, jumped into the air, did a 720° front flip, and then used the potential energy of gravity to smash the American soldier who attacked her with a stick, directly chopping the poor American soldier's upper body into a bloody mess.

　Looking at the things on the ground that should be mosaiced, Shen Hai spat and couldn't help but sigh: "All along the way, I've been dealing with minions that can be killed with one blow. When will I be able to defeat an elite monster? I've learned so many tricks in the game playing Black Monkey recently, but I don't know where to use them."

　After the deep-sea landing, the troops began to be deployed as quickly as possible. One part was engaged in outer defense, one part was preparing for attack, and a small part was cleaning up the battlefield and unloading cargo from several supply ships to open up a stable landing site.

　"Hehehe~ Supply-chan is unkillable~" Inside a transport ship, Supply-chan was watching his comrades busy on the shore, humming a song happily, "As long as we, the Deep Sea, are still here, even if you sink hundreds and hundreds of Supply-chans, there will be hundreds and hundreds of Supply-chans galloping across the sea once again!"

　Supply Sauce couldn't stop thinking about the panties that were stolen from him: "You damned American submarine spirits, you stole hundreds of panties! When the deep sea flattens the entire United States, not only will you return them in full, but I'll also strip all your panties off!"

　……

　On the second line of defense in Duval County, the arrival of several supporting heavy armed combined divisions gave the defenders of the second line of defense and some remnants who retreated from the first line of defense a greater sense of security.

　This sense of security, as Gangsi put it, simply gave the US military some extra boost in its organizational recovery. The human heavy troops had arrived, and the deep-sea heavy troops had also landed, creating a sense of "water can be blocked by earth, soldiers can be blocked by generals."

　Behind the second line of defense lay the city of Duval County. Doors on the streets were closed, and few people were walking. Residents were either hiding or fleeing. The American troops on the front lines knew that if they couldn't hold the second line of defense, Duval County would be lost.

　However, since the beginning of the war, with the exception of the recent northern front, the US military has been losing ground. This has caused the defenders of the Duval County line to have a cloud of worry hanging over their heads.

　The commander of the Durva County area had been requesting support from his superiors for battleships. He had previously said there were no free battleships, so as compensation, he had transferred several heavy armored divisions to help.

　Now that we finally have it, our superiors are saying we have to wait a few more days. The reason is that this shipgirl is new and can't be deployed immediately; it needs testing. They're telling the front lines to hold out for a while with the few heavy armored divisions that are supporting them, and then rush over as soon as testing is finished.