1. What is the Plan Ship 111?

In the deep ocean, on an island far away from human control, there is a dilapidated building that has only been repaired in recent months.

A long time ago, when humans still occupied most of the oceans, this was the front line against the deep-sea fleet. However, after many years, the coordinates here had been abandoned and forgotten. Only a man who could not bear the humiliation found the coordinates of the island from the pile of waste paper and finally led his fleet that he had been ridiculed in every way to the isolated island.

The man who occupied this place was once full of confidence and vowed to change his destiny and completely change his bloodline. However, a month of torture gradually made his soul dark and cold, and eventually turned into a ball of paint black.

Today, the gears of destiny are still rotating coldly, crushing the man's spirit and soul.

“Admiral…”

The girl in a sailor suit stood outside the door, looking desolate.

Looking at the man kneeling in front of the machine with a tired face, she couldn't help but cover her lips helplessly, and tears almost burst out from her eyes.

"Four thousand oils, six thousand steels, six thousand ammunition, three thousand aviation aluminum, heaven and earth, Jesus Christ will appear soon, Namo Amitabha Buddha, can you die with a Yamato? Why am I an African, I must be European..."

Whispering some things that no one understands, he dressed in an admiral dress that had already turned gray. The man who was arrogant and ambitious had already been smoothed out by reality, and his face was dull and stuffed all kinds of things into the huge and weird machine in the room. I hope that this ancient machine could bring him some comfort.

Although he has failed countless times and all the strange ship girls who appear without anyone knowing and don’t even have a name, he still has not given up his dream of betting on Yamato.

"Why do you have to do this? Is it because there is something wrong with No. 110?"

Why do you have to do this?

Looking at the figure who became thin because of frugality, the girl finally couldn't help but feel aggrieved in her heart, and tears suddenly burst out from her eyes.

"ah."

Listening to the crying sounds coming from behind him, the decadent man paused slightly. But soon, as if it had never happened, he returned to his original mechanical appearance. He numbly lifted up the resources and materials he had saved in his daily life and threw them into the machine that was like a portal.

"It's No. 110...you go back first. Although I don't even have an ordinary secretary ship until now, and I can only let you accompany me here, it's enough now. Go back." The man did not look back at her, but said softly in a hoarse voice.

“Admiral…”

The girl's sob gradually echoed in the room, and tears fell on the shabby floor bit by bit.

"Admiral, give up. Our guardian has no resources now! If we continue like this, we have no resources to attack. We can only live a tight life. Even if we pick up our teammates, we will definitely not be able to get it!"

"Shut up! No. 110! As long as you are sincere, you will definitely get Yamato!"

Faced with the dissuasion of the secretary-ship, the man who had already become crazy roared at the girl behind him with a ferocious look on his face: "Those famous historical warships will definitely come to me! It must be that the resources I threw away were not enough! It must be that my heart was not sincere! This time I will definitely succeed!"

"The admiral doesn't want it! Why don't you admit that you are an African!"

"Don't try to stop me anymore! No. 110! You are like Montana, Central Plan Ship 1, and Central Plan Ship 2, both unknown warships and have no name at all. How can you understand my mood for Yamato!"

Like an angry tiger, the man threw all the resources in his hand into the inside of the gate machine, and scolded the girl behind him with tears.

"I know that the most perfect original type is impossible, but I only want a replica type! I only want a replica type, isn't it okay to have a superficial Yamato number?! I have been frugal for a month and even expanded the scope of activities. I just want this opportunity! Even if you don't give me this opportunity! Only once a month!"

Looking at the machine like a door in front of him, the man in the admiral suit punched the floor and burst into tears. The man didn't cry easily because he was not sad. When he thought of his experience in the past few months, even a tough man like him couldn't help crying. From the headquarters to the place where he didn't lay eggs and birds didn't poop, it was to try to make some changes for himself, but in the end the reality gave him a hard blow.

If you want to counterattack those deep-sea fleets, you must have a good fleet to support yourself. If you want to have a good fleet, you need to counterattack the deep-sea fleet to drag it back to the garrison to decontaminate, or use this gate-like machine to call out the ship girl wandering in the deep sea.

Because of the frequent consumption of various resources and materials, the call to compete for character is also called construction. If a fleet of rare or powerful ones is necessary, large-scale construction must be carried out.

That is, take out a lot of resources to compete for your future.

After half a year of hard work, a group of ship girls who have been fighting for... I don't know how to describe them.

"Plan Ship 110, Central Design Ship 1, Central Design Ship 2, Montana, which of these names looks like a well-known historical ship? The only one I tried my best to bring back from the deep sea. I don't know if my mind was polluted or what happened. I had a lot of ideas. I looked at her and my head was so big!"

"If you rebel against her, I won't let his father down! I really want to talk to her! Whose aircraft carriers rush faster than warships? Whose aircraft carriers are alone and attacking behind enemy lines are more enthusiastic than anyone else? It's just a copy, why do you feel that they have more ideas than prototypes!"

"Admiral, she is actually the Enterprise Number..."

"I don't care what you said, I'll bet this time! At worst, I won't bet again! Africans are gambled on ships without any worries! Let's go hunting!"

There was no concern about the subtle expression of the girl behind her. The man with red eyes waved his hand and threw the last ten red flamethrowers used to quickly summon it into the machine, and then punched it on the red button of the machine.

A clear sound of 'sharp' was like a leakage of electricity. A completely different from the local area was creaking. The resources piled up in the material library were hard to swallow down the resources piled up in the material library little by little. Then a large, '8XXX' sign appeared on the missing part of the display screen, and then quickly disappeared.

Looking at the big 8 words on it, the man suddenly felt his heartbeat beating.

Eight? What? Is it Yamato that was released in the eight-hour hours mentioned in the forum?

As expected, character is conserved and it is impossible to be unlucky all the time!

The man couldn't help but look at the door that was gradually buzzing and began to flow with glory. It seemed that something was nurturing, and the machine that originally looked old and damaged gradually flowed with a trace of rainbow-colored luster.

It's Yamato! It's Yamato!

Looking at the shadow of the light that gradually appeared in the light, as if holding a big umbrella, the man felt his heart beating gradually accelerate, and an indescribable joy filled his heart.

Finally, I don’t have to be ridiculed by the European admirals on the forum! I don’t have to be self-pity under the name of the African admiral!

Now I have Yamato people too!

But the excited man did not notice the increasingly desperate expression at No. 110 behind her.

‘Admiral, what you bet on this time is not Yamato…’

Faced with the familiar breath, the secretary girl couldn't help but burst into tears for the fate of her admiral.

No. 110 is not sure about other ships, but No. 110 is very clear about the ships of his same series. What's more, her sister who died prematurely was like her, and was part of the final combat plan that year. The familiar aura was definitely not the Yamato that the admiral wanted, but another ship that shouldn't have appeared, just like her.

Finally, the roar of the machine gradually stopped, and the light covering the door gradually dissipated. Looking at the woman Hefeng who appeared in front of me, holding a gorgeous oil paper umbrella and wearing a gorgeous twelve single clothes, the smile on the admiral's face couldn't help but solidify.

It's cherry blossoms.

The moment the girl walked out of the gate, she scattered a layer of illusory but unreal cherry blossom rain around her.

In the light pink rain of flowers, the girl's already charming appearance became even more beautiful. It was as if it shouldn't exist in the world. The girl who was so beautiful that she was holding a flower umbrella and smiled slightly at the man.

“…Are you the admiral?”

Facing the admiral with a dull look, the twelve single-dressed girl Hefeng chuckled lightly, and elegantly lowered her head deeply at the master he chose.

"For the first time we met, we are Plan Ship 111, and the sister of Plan Ship 110. The nickname is... Oh? My sister is here too? It's great, the family is reunited. Hey? Admiral, what's wrong with you? Admiral, why are you spitting blood? Come quickly! Help! Admiral is going to die!"

*: Africans refer to people with black hands and black faces, that is, people with no luck at all
Chapter completed!