It is Kokang and Changchun

　Sailor A finished his ice cream cup and said to his table mates, "You guys chat first. I'm going to take out the trash and then go for a walk outside."

　"It's so hot outside, why go outside? Wouldn't it be better to stay here and enjoy the air conditioning?" Sailor B expressed confusion.

　Sailor A whispered to all the sailors at the same table, "See those people at that table smoking? I'm sitting right under the air conditioner, and they're blowing the smoke right towards me. I can't stand it. I'm going to get some fresh air."

　Sailor A stood up and threw the remaining ice cream cup into the trash can, then left the cafeteria and went for a walk around the port area.

　When he walked to a relatively remote corner of the port, he found a clump of seaweed close to the shore at an empty berth.

　"Tsk, why is there kelp here? It will grow very fast if we don't clean it up in this hot weather." Sailor A thought as he looked at the water plants.

　He decided to clean up the algae himself to do something good for the sanitation of the port waters.

　However, this location is relatively remote in the port area, and the tools for cleaning up floating debris on the sea are stored in a tool room quite far away.

　Keeping a clean sanitation job is a quality that a navy soldier should possess. So what if it's far? For a soldier's physique, it's just a small distance.

　Sailor A thought about it, and then immediately ran towards the tool room.

　"Hey, isn't this Miss Antonio Danoli? Hello, Miss Danoli!" Sailor A met the destroyer Antonio Danoli who was strolling in the port area on the way to the tool room and greeted her.

　Suddenly, Sailor A remembered that the ship's mother had the ability to transform items stored on her body into something special, so he decided to ask her and said, "Miss Danoli, do you have any tools with long poles on your ship?"

　"Tools with longer handles? Tools with long handles... I have them, but what are they used for?" Danoli looked thoughtful as he searched for the tools stored in the main body.

　Sailor A pointed to where he had just come from and said, "There's a cloud of algae floating on that berth over there. I'd like to borrow some tools to clean it up."

　"Oh, no need to go through so much trouble~ Just leave this little thing to Danoli!" Danoli said confidently while patting his low hill.

　Sailor A shook his head and politely declined with a smile, "Why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut? I don't need Miss Danolli's help. I can do it myself. But thank you for your kindness, Miss Danolli."

　Danoli said: "Well... okay, but I want to go with you~"

　Sailor A was curious and asked, "Miss Danoli, why are you following me? What's so special about cleaning up algae?"

　“You can return the tools immediately after cleaning.

　Come back to me on an errand." Danoli said.

　"Shit, I actually forgot about this. I'm so stupid," Sailor A said self-deprecatingly. "Besides, it seems pretty nice to have a pretty girl by my side, but it's a pity that she's a lolita."

　Then the sailor said, "Okay, let's go together."

　Then, Danoli jumped up and down to clean up the algae with Sailor A.

　After arriving at the berth, the algae were still there. Sailor A prepared to use the tools lent to him by Danoli to pull the algae onto the shore.

　He stretched the tool above the algae, intending to hook it up to the shore, but as soon as the tool hit the algae, the algae screamed:

　"Ouch! Who, who is it?!"

　Sailors A and Danoli on the shore were shocked. Did the algae speak?

　At this moment, a face with dark red pupils and a dejected expression emerged from the floating algae and looked towards them. Seeing this, Sailor A and Danoli realized that this was not algae at all, but Torricelli's hair.

　"I'm sorry! Miss...Torricelli...why are you here?" Sailor A realized that he seemed to have done something wrong with good intentions, and said somewhat embarrassedly.

　Torricelli was a little unhappy, and asked in her sad tone: "Well... I was wondering why you are here... Of course, you are here to cool off and sleep. The water in this corner is nice, there are few people, it's remote and no one will disturb you, so I'm here... Uhuhuhu"

　Uh... sleeping underwater is okay... But then again, Torricelli is a submarine, so sleeping underwater seems to be okay. But that sad laugh is a bit scary... Sailor A thought to himself.

　Danoli kindly suggested to Torricelli, "Next time you want to sleep underwater, dive deeper. Look, they almost scooped up your hair, mistaking it for algae."

　"Ah... I'm sorry for causing you trouble..." Torricelli apologized to the sailor. "I'll try to dive deeper next time... But I still want to commend you, soldier, for taking the initiative to clean up the debris on the berth. That's very good, huhuhu..."

　After saying that, Torricelli slowly dived deeper into the water.

　"..." The sailor couldn't figure out whether Torricelli was mocking him or really praising him because of the tone of Torricelli's voice.

　The sailor returned the tool to Danoli and asked her, "Miss Danoli, has Torricelli always been like this?"

　Danoli put away his tools and replied, "Yes, she looks gloomy on the surface, but she's actually a pretty good ship. She's very aware of her own autistic and negative side, but she still gets along well with everyone. She also has a side that's passionate about science, just like her name suggests..."

　An exclusive cabin on the Veneto helicopter cruiser in the Taranto naval port.

　Veneto was dragging Roma into the cabin by the collar, and with a stern expression, he demanded, "Explain to your sister why you stopped her from teaching that soldier a lesson yesterday."

　"I...I...that...Big Sister, he would really have died if you had launched that torpedo yesterday! In order to avoid loss of life...I, I can only...I'm really sorry, Big Sister..." Roma looked helpless, and could only beg that such an explanation would allow Big Sister to let him go.

　Veneto looked kind and continued in a cold voice, "So, you think that sailor was right when he mocked my small breasts and called me a destroyer?"

　"Big sister, what's wrong with your train of thought? I really didn't mean that..."

　Roma knew that Veneto's sister was just using her as a punching bag for her insecurity. But what Roma couldn't understand was why Veneto didn't make fun of bigger opponents like Zarapolna and Trento, instead of fighting against her own sister?

　Ah, today the Taranto harbor is once again filled with the sound of 324 torpedoes hitting heads and Roma's screams~

　Chapter 64: European Battleship Girls (5)

　"I'm really fed up with some people's groundless accusations!"

　A female roar was heard from the captain's cabin of the battleship Bismarck in Wilhelmshaven, where Bismarck was answering a call from the Naval Office in Rostock.

　"Let them come and explain it to me in person! I was simply suggesting and practicing strengthening military discipline and increasing training intensity, and yet some people accused me of militarism and said I was trying to restore fascism in Germany..."

　This was the first time Bismarck had gotten so angry since she became a ship girl. This was closely related to the army's opinions and accusations against Bismarck's military reform proposals.

　"... Commander, I understand that some of you understand me, and I appreciate your understanding. However, I don't want this positive momentum to be limited to the Navy. I hope that the rectification of military conduct can be extended to all branches of the military.

　The Bundeswehr, in general, is a cause for concern in terms of both military discipline and combat quality. So much so that it's been nicknamed the "Federal Fat House" by Donghuang netizens. When I first learned of this, my heart was bleeding...

　...At the time, I explained to the Army that Germany's geographical location in Europe meant that if a large-scale war broke out, we would be attacked from both sides, forcing us to fight on two fronts. Therefore, this placed high demands on both the individual soldiers and the overall quality of the army. As soon as I finished speaking, they criticized me for treating my allies as imaginary enemies, saying I was still dreaming of an invasion...

　...To be honest, Commander, I don't want to engage in fascism or restore militarism. War cannot solve any problems, and the war to end all wars is even more

　It’s a fantasy... I just hope that the German army can look a bit like an army now, that’s all..."

　After the call ended, Bismarck sighed deeply and felt a little sore in his nose.

　"Knock, knock, knock!" There was a knock on the office door.

　Bismarck replied, "Come in!"

　The door opened and a sailor walked in, saying, "Captain Bismarck, you..."

　Suddenly the sailor remembered that he had forgotten something important. He stopped talking immediately, stood at attention again, held his head high, and shouted loudly: "Report to Commander Bismarck!"

　"Well, that's right!" Bismarck looked at the sailor and nodded, then continued, "It would be even better if you could remember to stand at attention and report to your superiors before entering. Tell me, what's the matter?"

　"Captain Bismarck, while I was cleaning the main turret just now, I noticed that your main gun had automatically reloaded, so I came to check on you and see what happened."

　After hearing this, Bismarck turned his attention to his main turret and found that it was indeed the case. Then he said to the sailors:

　"I'm sorry I scared you. I was probably too excited and didn't control myself. I'll pull the shell out now. You can continue cleaning."

　As he spoke, Bismarck ejected the shells and propellant from the main gun.

　After the sailors left, Bismarck kept thinking about the phone call they had just had.

　"No matter how much I say, to build a strong army, we must start with ourselves!" Bismarck thought to himself, his iron-blooded soul burning.

　So she immediately went to the Tirpitz to find her sister.

　Seeing his sister still sleeping soundly with her head covered at noon, Bismarck threw back the quilt, picked up Tirpitz, who was still sleeping with headphones on, and lectured him:

　"Look at yourself! You're the least soldier-like person in the entire navy! It's almost noon and you're still sleeping? You've been cooped up in Norway for so long you've gotten spoiled, haven't you? You're the lonely queen of the North, not a homebody!"

　"What...what!" Tirpitz, who was picked up by his sister, woke up from his sleep with a confused look on his face.

　"I say, go train!" Bismarck said to Tirpitz seriously, trying to wake her up.

　"?!" The frightened Tirpitz was very confused. One of the important purposes of recommending novels to his sister in the beginning was to divert her attention and let her read the novels so that she could reduce the time she spent on training with him.

　My sister had indeed reduced my training time significantly in the first few days after I introduced her to the book, but how could I have gone back to the old days again? Had she finished it? That shouldn't be the case... 365 million words is not something that can be finished in just a few days.

　Besides lovers, brothers and sisters often have a tacit understanding. Bismarck seemed to see through Tirpitz's thoughts and said to him, "If you think that recommending novels to me will help you get away with being lazy, you are totally wrong. Let's go!"

　"No..." Poor Tizi was once again dragged to the training ground by his sister.

　Ever since Z23 returned from her performance as part of the "Lafite Band" segment during the Kanba International Server 3rd Anniversary Live Stream, she's been catching up on her training. After all, she and Count Spee had been rehearsing with Lafite in the US ten days before the live stream.

　Now, she is practicing a series of subjects at the shooting training range.

　"Beep—" With a whistle, the girl skillfully pulled out a new magazine from her tactical vest and replaced the empty one. Then, she reset the empty gun, aimed, and pulled the trigger, all in one smooth, flowing motion.

　"Bang! Bang! Bang..." Every time a gunshot rang out, a target fell down.

　"Beep—" Another whistle sounded, and the girl put down the G36 rifle in her hand.

　"Great, Narvik Luxembourg." The instructor in charge of training at the training ground applauded Z23.

　(Narvik Luxemburg, or Z23, was the human name she gave herself. Narvik was taken from the nickname of the 1936A-class destroyer, and Luxemburg was taken from the surname of a thinker, revolutionary, and feminist.)

　The instructor at the training grounds glanced at the stopwatch in his hand and continued, "Commander Bismarck is right. You shipgirls can also demonstrate impressive capabilities even in land combat using firearms. To be honest, your actions just now broke a 20-year-old record for the entire military."

　"Thank you for the compliment. I will keep working hard in the future." Z23 replied modestly.

　Z23 took the G36 rifle in his hand and said, "Instructor, I think the design of this gun is quite good. It looks quite avant-garde and sci-fi.

　However, after frequent use these days, I've discovered a significant problem. The plastic parts soften easily from the heat if you fire the gun too much. Furthermore, the gun's accuracy drops significantly under these conditions, and beyond 200 meters, hitting the target is essentially a matter of chance.

　The instructor agreed with Z23's opinion, saying, "Yes, many soldiers have discovered this problem since 08. It wasn't until 12 that the military officially announced the G36 rifle had this problem. However, the arms manufacturer, HK, has vehemently denied it. It's obvious there's a problem, but they refuse to admit it. I don't understand what those people in charge are talking about."

　"Is that so..." Z23 thought thoughtfully.

　At this time, the instructor ordered: "Stand at attention!"

　The highly disciplined Z23 immediately stopped thinking and stood at attention in the standard military posture with his gun held.

　"Today's training ends here. Put your guns back into the weapons box and dismiss!"

　"Yes!"

　After Z23 returned to the dormitory, he opened the unfinished book on the desk and started reading.

　"This afternoon, you must finish reading the first volume of The German Ideology! Come on, Z23, you can do it."

　Chapter 65: The Story of the American Shipgirl

　Having discussed the history of Europe, let's turn our attention to the American continent. While the United States may not have a long history, their navy is world-class. Therefore, as a KanColle novel, it would be impossible not to mention the American KanColle.

　In a military port on the west coast of the United States, two destroyers are docked together. They have the same name, both called Laffey, but they are of different levels.

　One was a Benson-class Laffey (DD-459) and the other was an Allen Sumner-class Laffey (DD-724).

　Now, two petite figures are talking inside the Benson-class destroyer USS Laffey.

　"Hey, Senior! You know how hard I tried to get my hands on me to move from the East Coast to meet you? Tell Laffey your story~"

　When Lafite (DD-724) met his admired predecessor Lafite (DD-459) for the first time, he could not contain his excitement and wanted to listen to his predecessor's legendary story.

　"Sumner, these rabbit ears and tail are not real like your cat ears. You can't feel anything when you touch them..." Raffi (DD-459) reminded Raffi (DD-724) who was pulling at his own rabbit ears and tail.

　"Ton~ton~ton..." Lafite (DD-459) still had that unchanging lazy face, and he raised the bottle of red wine in his hand and took another gulp.

　After drinking the wine, Laffey (DD-459) looked at his junior and namesake and said, "Hmm... nothing worth mentioning. We didn't sink the Hiei, and we lost the bow..."

　Upon hearing Laffey (DD-724)'s self-deprecation, he advised, "How can you say that, Senior? That was a torpedo problem, not yours. Besides, just going head-to-head with the battleship alone was truly heroic."

　"That has nothing to do with me. It's the bravery and joint efforts of all the crew members..." Laffey (DD-459) said modestly and slowly.

　"That's right... Wait!" Rafi (DD-724) suddenly noticed the blind spot and continued:

　"I heard from other sisters that you fought really hard in the recent drill. So this should be attributed to you, senior, right? How did you manage to be so strong even though you drink and sleep in every day during drills? Teach me!"

　Rafi (DD-724) was full of admiration and envy. She stared at her senior Rafi (DD-459) with starry eyes and asked her for advice.

　Who wouldn’t envy or be jealous of those who slack off all day long and yet their grades are not bad?

　Seeing the younger generation's pious attitude, Rafi (DD-459) decided to pass on some combat experience, saying, "There's really no trick. Just be...spirited...when fightingzzzzzz..."

　"Senior? Senior!" Rafi (DD-724) looked at the senior who was sleeping in his arms. Rafi (DD-724) poked the senior's face with his finger, but the senior was still breathing evenly and not moving at all.

　"Ah... falling asleep in seconds, it seems Senior's nickname of the Sleeping God is not exaggerated..."

　Rafi's (DD-459) attitude not only did not make his namesake angry, but instead aroused his interest and thirst for knowledge.

　Looking at the sleeping senior, Lafite (DD-724) gently put him down and took the bottle of red wine from his hand.

　Just as the bottle of red wine left Lafite (DD-459)'s hand, Lafite (DD-459) suddenly stood up, grabbed the younger generation's arm, and said, "Well, the younger generation is not allowed to touch the older generation's wine..."

　Rafi (DD-724) was surprised that he could react so quickly after being startled awake. Out of kindness, Rafi (DD-724) reminded him, "Senior, you can't drink anymore! You can't be so lazy all the time..."

　"Well...if you can beat me, you can do with this bottle of wine." Lafite (DD-459) stood up and assumed a fighting stance.