Azur Lane: There’s something very wrong with this commander

The WBI affair was calm on Yang Xiankang's side because of the strong intervention of the company.

He obviously let the prestige and counterattack move, but the whole thing suddenly had nothing to do with him at all.

Construction was put on hold a week later, before which he was to use up the remaining days of practice time before proceeding to take over ownership of the QX-306 port area and its environs.

The Siren's attack resulted in the abandonment of QX-306 and the evacuation of all surrounding towns.

Now the whole area is no man's land, and the headquarters of the Blue Route has generously given him that large area with a stroke of a pen.

'Anyway, it's all abandoned areas, so it's better to just give it all to him.'

When Yang heard that Lexington had persuaded the others on this ground, he almost burst out laughing.

There is no doubt that the larger the size of the port area, the better it will be for him.

Although it was followed by a longer reconstruction workload and higher reconstruction investment, the reconstruction had already been taken over by the Blue Route, and he did not need to find a way to raise funds.

Coupled with the fact that he now has more and more resources at hand, things are all moving in a good direction.

Yang Xiankang still drove out all his documents at night, and the next morning, several people went to the small island where the exercise was conducted again.

There is no change here and when they left, everything is restored and left in place, and it seems that the company has not come to this island at all.

After carefully processing the things that were not processed last time, Yang Xiankang began to collect the drill data of the ship's girls.

From shelling targets to torpedo targets to simulated air defense scenarios.

All the targets they carried were used and tested in different formations, resulting in a wealth of data.

The project took a whole day, and this was only the first time.

"Alright, it's almost time to go back... Hmm

..."On the observation deck, Yang Xiankang suddenly stopped talking halfway through his words.

The severe headache came without warning, and Yang Xiankang fell to his knees on the observation deck in an instant.

Here it is again!

He grabbed the railing with one hand to keep his body from falling, and pressed his temple with the other.

His temples were pounding, and his heart rate, which was clearly starting to become abnormal, made his breathing become more and more rapid.

Holding back the excruciating pain, he looked around from the observation deck, and finally...

"That's... What...?" Slowing

down the pace of his breathing by taking as deep a breath as possible, Yang Xiankang tried to focus his attention more on what was in front of him than on the sharp pain in his head.

After a rough estimate, he said with difficulty in the communication channel:

"Prestige counterattack, 8 kilometers away at 4 o'clock, main artillery salvo!" The

two men heard the order and without thinking about turning, aiming, and then shelling at the target they had not seen at all.

Because the view is blocked by a part of the island extending out of this direction, and there is no object on the radar of the ship's girls, so they can only shoot blindly.

A large number of shells flew out of the muzzle and whizzed towards the target position.

The position of the first wave of main artillery salvos shifted, Yang Xiankang took a deep breath, and almost held his breath and continued:

"Extend 2 kilometers forward, 10 kilometers position, salvo!"

The vision has begun to blur, and Yang Xiankang can only barely distinguish and give orders with his own vision and experience.

His voice had begun to tremble, and even the order had been tinged with pain.

He could see Belfast and the Javelins coming towards him, but for ease of observation, the platform was so high that it would take some time for even the ship's mother to get up the stairs.

The second salvo of shells flew out, but at this time, Yang Xiankang could no longer see the situation of the landing point.

He clutched the railing with one hand in agony, trying to ease the crazy babbling and pain in his head.

After a few seconds, the pain receded as it had come.

Yang Xiankang, who was nervous, suddenly relaxed, and the whole person fell to the ground in an instant.

Hurried footsteps sounded, and then he was helped to his feet.

"I'm fine..."

took a few deep breaths, although his vision was still blurry, and the crazy whispering seemed to echo in his ears, he still squeezed out the words:

"Just rest for a few minutes, don't worry." "

Maintain the rhythm of your breathing and relax as much as possible.

Yang Xiankang rested like this for a few minutes, and his physical condition gradually returned to stability.

But the body still has no strength, and his vision is blurred as if he is nearsighted.

Rubbing his face, Yang Xiankang let out a long breath and smiled:

"I said it all, I'm fine." "

Commander, but just now..."

Yang Xiankang touched the head of the javelin and said with a smile:

"Don't worry, I'm not fine, it's just a little accident, don't worry."

"But... Commander, you look miserable.

"It's only temporary, Javelin, can you go down and let the others pack up their things first? We're ready to go back."

"Well, okay.

Javelin looked at Belfast and walked down from the observation platform.

Belfast looked at Yang Xiankang, his eyes full of worry. Even this sassy head maid has completely lost the usual feeling of ease at this time.

"Master, Miss Javelin is not a child anymore, and this kind of talk can't deceive her.

"I know, but it's better not to know some things than to know.

Yang Xiankang sighed helplessly, looked in the direction he looked at before with palpitations, and said

, "I saw a high-level siren, but her appearance is very strange, very different from the siren I know.

Yang looked at the empty sea, where the water had been a little different in color from the previous shelling.

It seems that a lot of creatures in the sea have been killed, but that would prove that there was nothing in the place.

But he clearly saw a siren appear there, and his headache disappeared after the second salvo of the main gun.

"Master, you have a lot of interest in the high-ranking sirens... Do you know that too?"

"I know some of it, but I can't explain these things for the time being.

"Then we'll answer it when you can."

Belfast smiled and helped Yang Xiankang up, looking him directly into the eyes:

"But as your master, the head maid, I think you should probably tell Miss Javelin about these things." Miss Javelin, she's really worried about you. Of course, we are the same.

Yang Xiankang laughed and turned his head to look at the ship girls who were packing up their things below. From time to time, they would turn their heads to look this way, and even if they didn't have to look through binoculars, they knew they must be worried.

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, the residual pain not yet completely dissipated, but his smile became a little lighter:

"That's right." Let's go, it's time to go back.

Before leaving, Yang Xiankang glanced in that direction again.

The distance of 10 kilometers is a long distance even when viewed from the observation platform.

But he saw the appearance of the thing clearly, and it was clearly an observer from the appearance, but there was a big problem with the state of the observer or her image.

Most of the observer's iconic tentacles have been devastated, half of his head vanished, and his eyes have lost all sparkle.

One leg disappeared from below the knee, leaving behind a hideous laceration, as if something had forcibly broken it.

She had a large number of injuries on her body, most of which looked like they had been caused by shelling or bombing, but strangely even so, she still hadn't sunk.

No, perhaps it should be put another way, not that the observer didn't sink, but that something held her up and kept her from sinking.

But the thing that held up the broken observer, he couldn't see clearly.

What worries him even more is the thing that appears and disappears with the thing, surrounding its body, and expanding outward around it... Spherical red translucent cobweb.

If a siren appears, he won't be too worried about even the presence of a builder.

But that thing that I don't know what it seems to have the combat power to kill the observer, but it also has that strange ability.

What disturbed Yang Xiankang the most was that the appearance of that thing was at the same time as his headache and babbling, which meant that it was most likely the source of his abnormality.

◇The

sun sinks in the west, and the moon rises in the east.

When the exchange of day and night is completed, the bright moonlight is sprinkled on the sea, making the night ocean appear more gloomy and silent.

Even if it's a busy route during the day, it's much quieter at night. This is especially true on the surface of the sea outside the deserted island.

Where the battleship's main guns were fired at during the day, a transparent 'shell' appeared out of thin air, and then burst silently like a soap bubble poked by a dry steel needle.

A spherical dark red spider web covered a stretch of sea, and in the center of it was a badly damaged observer's body sitting in an awkward position.

Even at night, a dark shadow behind the 'observer' was still faintly visible.

It was different from the darkness of the night, but it was completely black like a black hole as if all the light around it was absorbed but not reflected.

The 'Observer' stiffened his head, a muffled murmur echoing through the cobwebs, and the Observer staggered to his feet on one foot, a cloud of black mist in place of the other severed leg, and took a rusty step forward, as if a patient who had been bedridden for a long time had finally gotten out of bed.

"No!" a

girl's voice abruptly appeared on the night sea, and then the sea 'bulged' and then parted.

The girl came up from below sea level and stood firmly on the surface, glaring at the 'observer'.

The moonlight gilded the surface of the sea with a silver glow, and the girl's long hair fluttered in the night sea breeze.

The girl appeared to be a child, wearing a blue, white and red costume that resembled a swimsuit and a sailor's suit. The white knee-length socks on his legs have long since been dyed dark red and black, and the long white hair has long since disappeared.

The girl's body was littered with traces of battle, and even the metal parts that spread out around her body showed a lot of signs of repair, and even some of the front parts were missing a small part.

The side of the girl's thighs can vaguely see a few symbols that I don't know if they are letters or numbers, and if you can distinguish them carefully, you can vaguely distinguish a vertical line in the lower half of what appears to be 1 or 7, and two numbers 0 and 3 that are hidden in a small part at the back.

The moment the girl appeared, the whispering disappeared and the 'observer' stopped.

The indiscernible voices rang out one by one, but the girl didn't seem to be affected in any way, just shook her head blindly.

"No, no, no! Everyone has clearly agreed, but now you can't get close to the commander, no one is allowed! Go back, or I'll lose the torpedo!" The

torpedo launchers on both sides of the waist are facing the sea, ready to fire.

The 'observer' was silent for a long time, but finally slowly sank underwater.

The girl turned her head, a slight glow reflected from the corner of her eye, and then shook her head violently, and was gradually pulled down by the sea as the 'observer'.