It is Kokang and Changchun

　Deep Sea No. 1 snorted and said:

　"Even the outfits of the Griffin Tactical Doll and the Iron Blood Doll in Girls' Frontline are ten times more flashy than this. Ours are all uniform camouflage uniforms modeled after the human army."

　If you ignore her hair and eye color, she wouldn't look out of place in a human army."

　"So our combat sisters will have to wear this kind of clothes forever?" Deep Sea, a radical present, asked unconvincedly.

　Deep Sea No. 1 patiently clarified the misunderstanding and explained.

　"That's definitely not the case. Once we have hundreds of ships and thousands of aircraft, and can openly challenge the US Navy, we can get rid of it. Then we won't have to worry about being exposed as a deep sea and being bullied by the Ship Spirit Fleet."

　After saying that, Deep Sea No. 1 displayed the renderings of the new combat suit on the big screen.

　"Everyone, look, isn't it very close to the human style?"

　On the screen, a combat deep-sea pioneer wearing a camouflage M1916 helmet and a camouflage World War I British soldier's combat uniform was showing everyone a preview of the suit.

　"It's so easy to sew... German helmet and British clothes. I thought it was a modern style, but it turned out to be from World War I. Isn't it too rustic?" No. 6 Deep Sea felt that his boss No. 1's aesthetic taste needed to keep pace with the times.

　Number 1 immediately rebuked, "What do you know? Only if we cross the land will they not think of us as going to the deep sea."

　"I have another question." No. 8 raised his hand.

　"explain."

　"Even if we go to the battlefield like this, they won't think we are deep sea. But when they see the battle lines constantly retreating and being overwhelmed, we can't guarantee that they won't use ship girls as support or even as vanguards in land battles."

　"I've considered this." Number 1 was well prepared and said, "A lot of information from the intelligence sisters shows that countries around the world are very conservative in their use of shipgirls, just like unconventional weapons, basically treating them as heirlooms at the bottom of the box.

　Furthermore, most countries that have ship spirits, including Europe, the US, and Japan, have a conservative attitude towards the use of ship girls, which is closely related to political considerations.

　"Strong combat capability, beautiful appearance, popularity under the ship spirit culture, and various military achievements = huge social and political influence = threat to the status of human politicians?" No. 8 thought for a while and made a logical equation.

　"Yes, that's roughly what it means." Deep Sea No. 1 confirmed.

　"Any other questions?" Deep Sea No. 1 looked at all the participants.

　"If not, then let's adjourn the meeting!"

　Chapter 117: Pre-War Discussions and New French Ships

　"Wait a minute!" Deep Sea No. 8 hurriedly stopped the meeting that was about to end.

　No. 1 looked at No. 8 and asked, "No. 8, do you have anything else to add?"

　"I have a few more suggestions. First, change the M1916 German helmet to the MK1 British helmet (flying saucer helmet)." No. 8 explained in detail.

　Number 1 asked, "Reason?"

　Number 8 replied: "The MK1 steel helmet is cheaper to produce than the M1916 German helmet. The former consumes less materials and takes less time to produce. Also, the sisters in the video are wearing British combat uniforms, so a British helmet would be more suitable."

　Deep Sea No. 1 listened carefully, thought it made sense, and nodded in agreement, but not completely.

　"While what you said makes sense, the vanguards are currently wearing German helmets. It would take quite a while to get them back to the factory and have them converted to British ones. It's unlikely we'll be able to finish the conversion before the war."

　"Don't worry about that. The centralized factory modification process will definitely take at least a week. But if everyone were to try to modify their own helmets, I can guarantee that we could modify 100,000 helmets within three days."

　"What's the next suggestion?" Deep Sea No. 1 continued to ask.

　No. 8 Deep Sea: "Second suggestion, since you've chosen to go all the way down, get rid of the camouflage and all that. Use the original British Army solid colors, that is, the original British Army combat uniforms. Not to mention that solid colors are easier to produce than camouflage."

　"Wait a minute, changing camouflage to a solid color, isn't that a step backward? It's well known that camouflage is good for concealment." Deep Sea No. 6 raised an objection.

　No. 8 Deep Sea didn't answer directly, but instead asked, "Excuse me, what were we wearing when we were beating up humans in the early stages of the previous world?"

　“…” Deep Sea No. 6 was speechless for a moment.

　No. 6's reaction gave No. 8 Shenhai a small sense of victory, and he continued:

　"The quality of individual soldiers is far behind ours.

　Given this huge gap, the camouflage bonus is meaningless to us and is just icing on the cake."

　"Besides the two just mentioned, do you have any other suggestions, No. 8?" No. 1 asked again.

　In the following time, No. 8 Shenhai said a lot of things, which extended the end time of the meeting by half an hour.

　After the meeting, Deep Sea decided to equip all combat troops with World War I British combat uniforms, and the appearance of the weapons used was changed to the corresponding style, of course, Deep Sea's black technology was still inside.

　After a deep-sea soldier dies, his body will disappear into a blue light, leaving behind a stone-like core. This means that if the body of a deep-sea soldier is not promptly handled on the battlefield, it will easily increase suspicion under the noses of human soldiers.

　In this regard, after the meeting, medical soldiers were added to the deep-sea combat teams, who were responsible for carrying deep-sea scouts and combat puppets who were injured and dying in the front-line battles and could not be saved, and transferred them to the rear, so as to minimize the number and probability of humans seeing their death process.

　After the meeting, support-type deep-sea pioneers couldn't just stay in the rear to carry out construction. They had to follow the front-line troops, carrying machine guns to the rear of the front line to provide medium- and long-range fire suppression, and providing indirect fire output when necessary. They also carried recharge packs and recharge boxes from the rear to recharge their team's firearms.

　After the meeting, some of the combat vanguards with shields were organized into assault soldiers in the squad, responsible for leading the charge and countering vehicles.

　After the meeting, the sniper unit in the deep sea was cancelled and the snipers were incorporated into the scouts. From then on, the scouts had two responsibilities: to scout and report points and to snipe the enemy.

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　Toulon Naval Base, Toulon, Var, France

　Early in the morning, the fleet commander in Toulon Port received a call from the captain of the Utopian-class destroyer HMS Vicious.

　"Commander, he's lying in bed again and won't get up no matter how much I try to persuade him. Besides, this child seems to be more interested in you. Maybe your coming here will help."

　"Tsk... I understand. I'll go there myself." The fleet commander sighed.

　After hanging up the phone, the fleet commander rushed to the destroyer HMS Vicious and entered the warship accompanied by the captain.

　"zzzz...zzzz..." The sun was already high in the sky, but Evil was still sleeping soundly.

　With a sudden sound, the door of the room was opened. Evil was startled and looked towards the door with sleepy eyes.

　"What...it's the Commander. Commander, do you want to sleep with me too?"

　The lazy and vicious character upset the fleet commander in Toulon Port. He lectured him, "Still sleeping? Do you know what you are going to do today?"

　"Um...what to do?"

　"Go to Brest to meet the Joan of Arc (ship)!" the fleet commander reminded helplessly.

　"Oh, I remember now, so that's it..." Though Evil knew, she remained indifferent. "But I still want to sleep. Jeanne-senpai probably won't take it to heart..."

　The captain felt like the navy had created a new woman, and he scolded her viciously. "How do you know Miss Jeanne won't mind? Don't you know the basic etiquette?"

　The fleet commander was no stranger to this kind of situation, so he brought some people with him this time specifically to deal with it.

　"Fantasy, Triumph, carry away the evil!" The commander ordered the two lolis behind him.

　"Yes, General!", "Yes, Commander!"

　As soon as the words fell, the two sister ships walked into Evil's room. Kong Xiang lifted Evil's quilt and locked her left armpit, while Kaixuan simultaneously held Evil's right armpit.

　In this way, the two of them carried their sister out.

　"Wait, no no no, just sleep for five minutes, just sleep for five minutes... Woo!" Evil made a cute and reluctant cry.

　Kaixuan sighed and advised, "Sister, if you sleep any longer you'll miss your shift! If Senior Jeanne knew you were like this, she'd be so heartbroken."

　Wuxiang sullenly lectured him, "That's right, Kaixuan is right! Laziness is not, and should not be, the style of us Wuxiang-class people."

　"Okay, okay, I know I was wrong, let me down..." The vicious man who was carried out pleaded tearfully.

　Kaixuan and Kongxiang listened and couldn't help but feel soft-hearted and wanted to let go, but were stopped by the vicious captain.

　"Don't let go. If you do, believe it or not, you'll fall asleep right there on the spot."

　So, Xie Du carried his sister and younger sister onto a military vehicle, and the group went to the high-speed rail station and took the TGV 3 train, heading north to Paris, and then west to Brest.

　Along the way, Kongxiang was constantly amazed at the speed of the high-speed rail. She pressed her face against the window glass, and the afterimages of the scenery passing by outside the window dazzled her.

　The real-time dynamic train speed on the LED display above the middle door of the train carriage made Kongxiang marvel at it.

　"Wow! 320 kilometers per hour, is it going to take off?" Kong Xiang was very surprised.

　The captain said calmly:

　"That's nothing. This is just the operating speed. The TGV3 is the fastest EMU in the world, with a maximum speed of 574 kilometers per hour."

　You have to know that in the era when Utopia was born, the maximum speed of the most representative civil airliners at that time - Douglas DC-3 and Boeing 247 - was only this high. Their maximum speed could only just touch the operating speed of TGV3 EMU.

　"over

　I never thought that a train could run so fast."

　Wuxiang recalled the memories of the past, when steam locomotives, accompanied by billowing smoke and white mist from the cylinders, pulled cart after cart of supplies to the port area.

　"This is an EMU, not a train." The captain corrected the utopian wording.

　"Hey~ I'm used to it." Kong Xiang scratched his head and stuck out his tongue in a cute way, as if asking the captain to forgive his backward cognition.

　At this time, a young man came to the row where the fantasy sisters were sitting and politely asked:

　"Hello, beautiful Kanmusu ladies. I'm your fan, can I get an autograph?"

　After saying that, the young man handed the notebook and pen to Kong Xiang.

　"Okay, okay, of course no problem." Kong Xiang was very happy. He took the notebook and pen, and drew a graceful trajectory on the paper with the pen tip, leaving the artistic signature of the two words "Le Fantasque".

　The young man thanked Kongxiang, took back his notebook and pen, and then went to Kaixuan and Evil to ask for their autographs.

　When Kaixuan finished signing, Vicious was still fast asleep.

　"Evil, wake up!" Kong Xiang gently patted Evil's face, trying to wake her up.

　Vicious moved reluctantly and muttered, "Ugh...sleep a little longer~"

　"Sister, fans are asking you for autographs!" Kaixuan reminded viciously while shaking his head.

　"Fans...fans?!" Evil suddenly woke up, his lazy state was swept away, he sat up straight facing the young man and cleared his throat.

　"Ahem... I am Fantasy Chaser of the Waves, the vicious blade that protects France—Super Destroyer [Malignant]. Does this fan want an autograph from me?"

　This scene made Kong Xiang's thoughts beside him confused. "Why are you so energetic in front of your fans, but like a sloth in front of us, the captain, and the general?"

　"Ah... well... of course I have to be at my best when facing my fans." Evil said while signing.

　"Sister, why don't you perform at your best when facing us..." Kaixuan complained.

　"Okay, ladies, stop arguing." The young man took back the pen and notebook from the vicious hands, intending to ease the small conflict between the three destroyers.

　"Rather, it's this kind of vicious contrast that's the cutest." The young man smiled.

　……

　After a few hours of comfortable journey, Fantasy and his group arrived at the Brest Shipyard to welcome Joan of Arc.

　Surprisingly, Jeanne showed up two hours before Utsusemi arrived. This cannot be blamed on the schedule arrangers, after all, the appearance of ship girls cannot be accurately predicted.

　At the shipyard gate, as soon as Kong Xiang and his group got off the car, they saw a blonde girl wearing a white Western fantasy-style knight costume walking towards them.

　She walked up to the group of people, looked at them with a firm gaze, and saluted.

　"Greetings, my dear descendants. I once served as a training ship, nurturing outstanding warriors. Now, in human form, I will take up my sword and stand at the forefront of France. For the land I love, I am willing to give everything."

　……

　The next day, while having morning tea, Hood put the Times on the dining table and saw the front-page headline about Joan of Arc's appearance on the cover of the newspaper.

　"Hmph... The French must have done it on purpose to place Joan of Arc in Cherbourg Harbor."

　(PS: Cherbourg Port is located in the northwest of France, across the sea from Bournemouth, a coastal city in southern England)

　Hood took off her red half-framed glasses and began to eat breakfast.

　(Trivia: In fact, the Hood of the ship B is also nearsighted, but he usually does not wear it for elegance.)

　Sheffield, who was serving beside him, disagreed and said soothingly:

　"Miss Hood, there's no need to worry. These frogs don't have many ships right now. Besides, Joan of Arc is just a light cruiser. She can't possibly challenge the Royal Navy."

　Chapter 118 Violence

　Tokyo, Japan

　One of the major characteristics of the subtropical maritime monsoon climate is the relatively even distribution of rainy seasons, and Tokyo, which is under the control of this climate type, is no exception.

　With only a short month left in 2022, the sky in Tokyo is gray. The weakening of sunlight has undoubtedly lowered the perceived temperature, and the falling raindrops make Tokyo wet and cold.

　A Toyota Crown police car was parked at the edge of an intersection with its lights on, and behind it was a motorcycle that was forced to stop.