Play Azur Lane even if the world is apocalyptic

"It seems to be a bit higher than last month." After consulting the latest information, Gneisenau frowned, "I have to think of a way, otherwise the bonus this quarter will be ruined."

Since we have to do it, we must do our best. The half-hearted management style is not Gneisenau's style.

"Otherwise, let my sister be cruel?" After speaking, he immediately shook his head. It would be easy for things to happen like this.

In case someone gets half-failed in the fight, it will be a big deal.

If you are killed, let's slip away while it's dark.

Gneisenau kept tapping the desktop with his fingers, thinking about how to solve this troublesome problem.

After a while, she heard rapid footsteps, followed by another crisp knock on the door.

"Sister Gneisenau!"

boom!

A figure rushed in.

"Sister Gneisenau!"

"U73, what's the matter?"

"Sister Gneisenau, the commander... the commander... is back!"

Patter.

The pen in Gneisenau's hand fell on the table.

...

At night, in front of the dormitory building of the gendarmerie, in the courtyard.

If according to normal circumstances, this time to eat and drink enough to go for a walk on the beach, and then come back to wash for nothing, but today is a little different.

"The commander is back." Gneisenau said with a notice paper in his hand, which was brought back from the local maritime bureau.

It was probably that the commander came back and used his great ability to make the Jagged Maritime Safety Bureau send such a telegram. After the announcement was made, the Maritime Safety Bureau of Costat contacted the gendarmerie and asked them to help post the bulletin.

Of course, there will be people working in the Maritime Safety Administration, and of course there will be people working in the gendarmerie. All in all, the truth is the same.

Gneisenau calmly swept over the announcement that I didn't know how many times he had read it, and said, "It must be our commander who is right."

"Hey~he dare to come back." By Gneisenau's side, Scharnhorst, wearing a blindfold, showed a cruel smile on his mouth, "Since he is back, he must also be ready to use the turret. Are you ready to target your forehead?"

Gneisenau pushed his glasses and said: "According to the analysis, since the commander can let the Jagged Maritime Safety Administration send this kind of telegram, he can either directly use the name of Donghuang or show sufficient strength. I prefer the latter."

"why?"

"Because the Bismarck of the Maritime Safety Administration is not so easy to talk." Gneisenau rationally analyzed the possibility after hearing about it, and even seeing it with his own eyes. She said: "At least come here in the name of Dong Huang, at most it is just a perfunctory."

"So?"

"So sister, before you aim the turret at the commander's forehead, take a look at the napkins next to him. No matter who it is, the Maritime Safety Administration can make concessions. Together, we are not necessarily opponents."

"Huh! ~ Are you talking about those wedding ships?"

"It's a wedding ship, but not all. At least we have a chance to win against those vanguard ship women."

Scharnhorst choked.

Although it is true, it feels so uncomfortable.

And Gneisenau said so calmly, even more unhappy.

After Gneisenau finished speaking, he looked at the three little guys who were talking quietly aside, two to be exact, because one seemed to be asleep.

Although I am a little guy, I am actually used to calling it this way because it is a submarine, but if you insist, U73 has the sunny temperament of a big sister, while U522 gives people a fleshy feeling.

"U73, U522, what do you think?"

The two looked at each other and U73 said, "The commander is back, of course we have to go back."

"Go back...what do you do?" It's not so much asking them as it is to asking themselves.

What are you going to do?

If it is like before, it seems more boring than it is now.

"No matter what you do, you must go back!" U73 said positively.

"Even if I stay in the guard house every day after I go back and do nothing?" Gneisenau asked her back.

"Huh? There is always a chance to patrol...probably." U73 whispered, not like it.

"U522, have you patrolled before?" Gneisenau asked.

"This... doesn't seem to be, it's like doing nothing all day, and the commander doesn't have time to play with me."

Gneisenau nodded and said, "That's it, there are so many naval guards in the mansion, how long does it take for each to patrol each time? Do you think the commander will do this? There must be no way to be like this again after returning."

"Well..."

"Even if it's a secretary ship, it's just a change of clothes standing there and being poked by the commander."

"what?"

"Rings are also freely given. You both have them. My sister and I don’t have any. There are hundreds of shipwives in the guard mansion, but there are probably hundreds of them, right? Does the commander want to say that? Are all marriage ships sincere?"

"This... we are a wedding ship, not a human kind." U73 still has some opinions. She said: "It's just a wedding ship."

"I know, you are like this, but what about others? Not everyone thinks that way... Of course, no matter what you think, is it really normal to have so many wedding ships?"

"..."

"Although the ring represents the bond between us and the commander, we think so, does the commander think the same way? It feels like he is giving the ring casually, whether it comes early or late, there are So many old people, why don’t they have rings, how many days have some people come? Have rings?"

"Is it weird to think about it? I have been with you for so many days, and obviously there are extra rings in the guard house, but I just don't give it." Gneisenau pushed her glasses, she was just doing a rational analysis, not targeting Who, "How many times did the Fletcher team attack? Only Fletcher and Nicholas have a ring. If you care about the gendarmerie, but some have some not, why?"

U73 scratched his head, silent, not knowing what to say.

"Why do people always put on strange clothes and poke poke?"

"Whether the wedding ship is not a wedding ship, whether there are other people there, whether you like it or not, is it necessary for such a commander to go back?"

"Gneisenau." Scharnhorst glanced at her and said, "It's too much."

Although most of what is said are facts, some things can be said and some things cannot be said.