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　A heroic lady with long white hair was sitting on the top of the mast, her long silver hair and black outer and red inner cape were fluttering in the wind.

　She is the shipgirl of the Ford-class aircraft carrier USS Enterprise.

　Now she is holding her mobile phone and watching the anime in which she is the protagonist.

　"Sister Enterprise, my elder sister and I are here to see you!" A radio communication sounded in Enterprise's mind.

　Enterprise put down her phone and looked down. A blond-haired lady with twin ponytails wearing a bikini, ultra-short jeans, and a cape coat of the same style as Enterprise was waving at her from below.

　Together with the blond-haired twin-tailed lady, there is also a gentle and dignified ship girl with long white hair.

　So Enterprise jumped from the mast to the deck, and then from the deck to the shore, until he was not far in front of the two men.

　Enterprise slowly walked towards the two people. She knew that the two people in front of her were her sister and younger sister, but she didn't know how to start.

　"Bumblebee, Sister Yorktown, I..."

　"Hey, Enterprise, don't be so reserved. Whether you are CV-6, CVN-65, or CVN-80, you will always be the gray ghost that scares the IJN, and you will always be the lucky queen on the Pacific battlefield! You will always be my dearest second sister!" Bumblebee stepped forward and patted Enterprise's shoulder, saying carelessly.

　Yorktown also comforted Enterprise: "Enterprise, welcome. Bumblebee is right. No matter what you become, we will always be your sisters and care about you."

　Bumblebee looked at the Enterprise docked behind him and exclaimed, "It's huge... Is this America's most advanced aircraft carrier? Miss Enterprise, you've made a killing, haven't you? Being dismantled isn't such a bad thing after all. A blessing in disguise... Ouch!"

　"Bumblebee! How do you talk to your second sister?" Yorktown gave Bumblebee an elegant knife-hand gesture and scolded.

　Enterprise didn't take it seriously and laughed, "Haha, it's okay, Bumblebee is right, this can be considered a blessing in disguise for me."

　After a round of greetings, the three York sisters, accompanied by the reception team, went to a five-star hotel for dinner and conversation to deepen their exchanges.

　The emergence of Ford-class companies is a great thing for the entire United States, but for some people, it is bad news.

　Japan's Kure Port Naval Base Training Ground

　Zuikaku was taking a break from training while watching the news on her phone, with photos of the company displayed on the phone screen, and the photographer captured her aura to perfection.

　"The gray ghost of the American army..." Zuikaku thought of the old accounts in the Pacific Ocean, and could not help but grit his teeth, tightening the samurai sword in his hand, feeling unwilling.

　"I really want to duel her alone, and that Essex-class Lexington..."

　Although Zuikaku said he was unwilling, he knew in his heart that the current enterprise was a modern nuclear-powered aircraft carrier. How could a World War II regular aircraft carrier like him defeat it?

　"But what if it's just a competition of skills?" Zuikaku muttered to himself, then stood up and drew the samurai sword at his waist, continuing to practice desperately under the scorching sun month after month.

　"Anime is anime, and you have the aura of the protagonist. In real life, in close combat, Gray Ghost, you can't beat me!"

　Chapter 68: The stories of Japanese ship girls (8)

　Nagato and Mutsu were kneeling face to face in front of the coffee table, holding their bowls and enjoying their lunch.

　Nagato gently picked up a piece of fried tofu with chopsticks and put it into the rice bowl. Then he picked up a small piece with chopsticks and put it into his mouth to taste it carefully.

　"Mutsu, your cooking skills are getting better and better. The fried tofu you made this time is much better than before." Nagato praised Mutsu while eating the fried tofu made by Mutsu.

　Mutsu looked at Nagato's satisfied face and said, "As long as you're satisfied, I'm glad. How can I not use my best skills to make my favorite dish?"

　Nagato was enjoying the delicious fried tofu, and the fox ears on his head trembled slightly from time to time, which was very cute.

　Seeing his sister's appearance, Mutsu couldn't help but recall the banquet for all his comrades more than two months ago. The fried tofu on each table was swept away by the fox-featured ship girls in less than two minutes after it was served.

　At the same time, Mutsu also recalled the drunken ghost-clan shipgirls present at the time, such as Mogami, Mikuma, Ryuho, and Noshiro. At first, Ise was unconvinced and wanted to compete with these horned comrades in drinking, but after drinking until he collapsed, he realized that he couldn't even beat an elementary school student like Xiang Leidian.

　Thanks to them, the hotel's wine shop sold out its inventory for the first time in its history.

　"It seems that fried tofu and wine have a special appeal to them... Is this really related to traditional mythology?" Mutsu muttered to himself.

　Jiang Feng, standing at the sliding door facing the inner garden, seemed to be attracted by the aroma of fried tofu, and from time to time he tilted his head slightly to look towards Nagato.

　Mu Ao noticed Jiang Feng's movements and called out to him, "Jiang Feng, come in and eat with us."

　As she spoke, she picked up the plate of fried tofu on the table and gestured to Jiang Feng.

　"No need. Such delicacies should be left to Lord Nagato. I will just eat a little later." Jiang Feng stood up again with his head held high.

　Changmen put down his chopsticks and said to Jiang Feng, "Jiang Feng, come eat with us, it's okay."

　"But, isn't this something that Lord Mutsu made specially for Lord Nagato? If I want to eat it, I can make another portion for myself." Jiang Feng tactfully declined.

　"Jiang Feng, this is an order. You are my

　As a guard, how can I bear to see you eating simple meals all day? And Mutsu has already prepared the dishes for you." Nagato said seriously to Jiang Feng.

　"This... Since it is Lord Nagato's intention, then I will respectfully obey." Jiang Feng then entered the hall from the door, walked to the table where Nagato and Mutsu were sitting, and sat on the floor to eat.

　When the fried tofu entered Jiang Feng's mouth, although her face still looked aloof, the fox tail that was originally lying flat behind her immediately stood up high.

　Seeing this, Mutsu smiled to himself, "Sure enough, no fox can refuse fried tofu..."

　At this moment, a rapid knock on the door sounded, causing everyone to stop eating and drinking. Simultaneously, a voice called out from outside, "Nagato-sama, something's wrong! Please come out and take a look..."

　"I'll go open the door." Mutsu put down his chopsticks, stood up and walked towards the entrance door.

　"I'm coming!"

　Mutsu opened the door and found Fubuki standing at the door. He asked, "Fubuki, what's the matter, you're so flustered?"

　"Then... those American soldiers discharged fluorine-containing wastewater into the sewer without permission. Now the sailors and other ships are having a fierce argument with the American soldiers." Fubuki said anxiously.

　"What?! There's such a thing?!" Mutsu's voice rose an octave. "Hurry up and stop those bastards!"

　"They... had already finished lining up, leaving only a large empty tanker truck. We only just found out about this."

　"This... this idiot! Sister, Jiang Feng! Don't eat yet, do you hear me? How can these rice-eating animals still endure this?! Fubuki, lead the way!"

　"Hi!"

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　When Nagato, Mutsu and Jiang Feng arrived at the sewage disposal site, they found that the sewage disposal vehicle and the US military soldiers stationed in Japan who had been discharging sewage had been surrounded by the ship girls and the Maritime Self-Defense Force soldiers.

　Nagato randomly picked a JMSDF soldier and asked, "Soldier, answer me, what's going on up ahead?"

　"Alas, Nagato-san, these American troops secretly discharged sewage into the port's sewers without the consent of any of our individuals or departments. When we first discovered it, we wanted to stop them, but they ignored us. In the end, we had no choice but to call the ship girls over. However, it was too late, the American troops had already discharged all the sewage." The Maritime Self-Defense Force soldier complained.

　"What is the Maritime Self-Defense Force doing? Doesn't the port area care?" Nagato asked seriously.

　"It's not just the port area and the Maritime Self-Defense Force. The US military, without even asking the government, just took it upon themselves to secretly discharge sewage."

　When Nagato heard this, his two fox ears were already standing on end with rage, and the ship girls who were now surrounding the American soldiers also had stern expressions on their faces.

　In response to the shipgirls' questioning, one of the soldiers tried to relieve the situation by saying, "Ladies, don't worry, the organic fluoride concentration in the treated wastewater is lower than your official standards and is guaranteed to be safe."

　Xiang was the first to retort: ​​"Gentlemen, the crux of the matter is not this, but that you did not obtain our consent!"

　The aggressive Zuikaku was even more ruthless, cursing harshly, "You stinking bastard! This is Japan, not the United States! Do you think this is your sewer and you can just dump it wherever you want?!"

　Even Ayanami, who usually speaks very calmly, spoke indignantly in this situation: "No matter what, you must give us an explanation! Otherwise, don't blame us for being rude!"

　The shipgirls' pointing and nagging left the American soldiers somewhat bewildered. Another American soldier continued, "Although we haven't fully consulted with you, Japan, we have already fully explained the situation to your government beforehand..."

　Kaohsiung shouted, "That's ridiculous! So, if someone comes to your house to take out the trash, they just have to say 'I'm taking out the trash at your house' and then they can do it? The same applies to today's incident. You guys don't think before you speak, do you?"

　"Ms. Kaohsiung, I'd like to ask, we only have 6.4 liters of organic fluoride wastewater, while you in Japan have 100 million tons of nuclear wastewater. Why are your officials so critical of us, but so hesitant about your own nuclear wastewater discharge?"

　Faced with Kaohsiung's verbal abuse, the American soldiers did not get angry, but instead launched a counterattack.

　"You..." Kaohsiung didn't expect the American soldiers to use this trick, and was speechless for a moment.

　Xiang reached out to stop Kaohsiung who was about to draw her sword and said to her, "Senior Kaohsiung, let me speak."

　Kaohsiung looked at Xiang and nodded. Then he loosened his grip on the knife handle and took a step back.

　"Mr. Mijun, I think it's best not to change the subject. Blaming others for their mistakes is more than offsetting your own. It's a classic case of the pot calling the kettle black. Furthermore, the nuclear contaminated water issue was a blunder by the Japanese government, and the vast majority of the Japanese people, including us, are extremely opposed to it.

　Let's take a step back and say that even if we had millions of tons of nuclear contaminated water, we didn't discharge it. But the fluorine-containing wastewater in your tanker truck was completely discharged."

　Xiang's well-reasoned rebuttal made the American soldiers feel guilty, but they still tried their best to argue.

　The unreasonable behavior of the US military forced Kaohsiung to get angry and draw his sword to chop the US military's sewage tanker, and the samurai sword was deeply embedded in the front of the vehicle.

　Ayanami followed closely behind, picked up the ship-cutting sword and cut the car in half.

　The American soldier was shocked by the reaction of the Kanmusu and angrily shouted at them: "How the fuck did you hack my car?!"

　Ayanami pointed her ship-cutting sword at the American soldiers with murderous eyes.

　Yi, coldly threatened: "If you continue to pollute Ayanami's companions, hometown and people, I will definitely not show mercy. This time I will chop up the car, next time I will chop up people!

　Even if you bring the M1A2SEP, it will be useless. There is almost nothing that cannot be cut by the ship-severing sword held by Ayanami!"

　In the end, this incident caused quite a stir. After the news spread, the United States even threatened to send its own ship girls to Japan to teach these former defeated enemies a lesson, although it was forced to give up this idea due to various domestic and international reasons.

　What happened today is also a more intense manifestation of the long-standing conflict between the US military stationed in Japan and the local Japanese people.

　Chapter 69: The Story of the American Shipgirl (4)

　The emergence of Enterprise has excited many military fans and naval community players around the world. Since Enterprise completed sea trials and a series of tests on the performance and capabilities of the main body and the ship girls, military fans and naval community players from home and abroad have flocked to see her in person and witness the legendary aircraft carrier that can rival an entire nation.

　Although everyone knows that this is CVN-80 and not CV-6, it is no secret that the ship has memories of its previous life, so tourists not only regard Miss Enterprise as CVN-80, but also as CVN-65 and CV-6.

　The company itself naturally acts as a tour guide and commentator to welcome these eager tourists.

　Some online have questioned whether it's appropriate for a cutting-edge warship like the Enterprise to double as a museum in addition to training. Such voices are heard not only among the public but also within the military.

　In response, the US military said it was following Europe's lead, saying this approach would, firstly, foster the nation's naval spirit, secondly, generate revenue from ticket sales and related businesses, which could be used to cover ship maintenance costs and alleviate fiscal pressure. Thirdly, it would stimulate consumption in surrounding industries, thereby boosting economic growth.

　Speaking of this, I have to mention Europe briefly. All the old naval powers are aware of the great military and scientific research significance of ship girls. They have squeezed as much as possible from the limited financial budget to build large-scale ships, or make a fortune through economic control of former colonies, or sell their own resources and arms to countries in need, and even let ship girls go to comic exhibitions, etc.

　In short, European governments will do whatever it takes to reasonably raise money for large-scale construction.

　Now back in the United States, in the evening, the company is watching the last group of visitors of the day leave the warship.

　"Did you make a good income today?" Enterprise put one hand on the window of the ticket office and asked the sailor in charge of ticket sales and cashiering.

　The sailor looked at the dollars in the cash register and replied, "Of course, it's all thanks to the beautiful corporate lady."

　"Oh, by the way, this is the individual rations you asked me to bring you. I almost forgot." As he said that, the sailor took out a large brown bag from the locker next to him and handed it to Enterprise.

　The company took the packaging bag and saw the three black capital letters "MRE" printed on the front of the bag in an extremely conspicuous manner.

　"Thank you." After thanking the sailor, Enterprise was about to return to the main base with the self-heating rations.

　"Ms. Enterprise, wait a moment." The sailor selling tickets called her.

　"Soldier, is there anything else?" Enterprise turned and looked at the sailor.

　The ticket seller asked, "I'm curious, why do you like eating this? Isn't the fresh food in the mess hall more delicious than the individual rations?"

　"That..." Enterprise was stunned by the question. She scratched her head and said, "Personally, MREs are indeed better than cafeteria meals. Plus, they're more convenient, and the cooks don't have to wash dishes."

　"Excuse me for asking, but are you really not trying to cater to your character? MREs aren't well-received in the military... to say the least, but there are quite a few who don't like them."

　"What character setting..." Enterprise suddenly remembered the anime he watched a few days ago and immediately explained, "Ah, no, this has nothing to do with the anime. This MRE is really delicious and convenient, so I asked you to bring it these days."

　Although the company cannot explain why it thinks individual rations taste better than canteen meals.

　The sailor joked, "Then I'll accept Miss Enterprise's explanation for now. From now on, when eating individual rations, just be careful to avoid the head maid of a certain Royal Navy."

　enterprise:"……"

　After Enterprise returned to the main body's living room, he placed the MRE on the table and sat down, looking thoughtfully at the book "The Story of Admiral Halsey" on the table.

　After much deliberation, she decided to call the U.S. Navy for advice.

　"Hello, this is the U.S. Navy Department."

　"Hello, Secretary Braithwaite, this is Enterprise. Could you please help me find out where General William Frederick Halsey, Jr. is buried upon his death?"

　Braithwaite: "Yes, Miss Enterprise. Please wait a moment. I'm processing documents here and will check it for you later. By the way, what are you doing looking for General Halsey's burial place?"

　Enterprise: "He was the commander I respected most during World War II. Now that I have my hands and feet back, I want to visit his grave and pay my respects to his spirit in heaven."

　Braithwaite on the other end of the line nodded and said, "Well, I understand. However, I still have to finish my current business. Please wait a moment. I will get back to you in an hour at the latest."

　"Okay." Enterprise said and hung up the phone.

　After the call, the company picked up the

　I was about to tear open the MRE rations when I heard the ticket seller calling me and saying that there was an old man at the door who insisted on seeing me.

　Enterprise flashed to the stairs on the side of the ship and then quickly rushed to the ticket office.

　Enterprise saw the ticket seller and an old man arguing about something, so she went up to ask for details.

　The old man's face was weather-beaten, he was leaning on a cane, and wearing a formal uniform of the US Navy from World War II. The medals on his chest glowed in the setting sun.