As a commander, I will never meet a heavy female ship girl

He thought for a moment. "But you should know why I came to you."

"Of course." The girl pushed the empty glass aside.

"It's my honor to be able to rejoin the team." She nodded.

"But I'm curious why you chose me."

"To be honest, we're currently lacking a character who can provide vision and support the fleet from a longer distance."

"Then why not Malta?"

"She's here too?" Lorraine was surprised.

"Okay, I forgot. You haven't been back for a while." The black-haired girl shook her head helplessly. "Okay, okay, then it seems that I am really the only choice."

"Then, I look forward to us fighting side by side again. Let us write a new legend together." She stood up and extended her hand to Lorraine.

Lorraine also stood up and held her hand.

The black leather gloves feel a little cold.

"Of course, M. Richthofen. Our legend begins here." Lorraine smiled.

"However, before I leave with you, I still need to do something."

Richtofen raised his hand and threw out a plane.

"There's still some work that needs to be handed over." She stretched.

"Thank you, Wisconsin. She's busy enough." The Red Baron shook his head. "But Malta will take over my job."

"Very good." That's all Lorraine could say.

Soon, a silver-gray fighter plane slid in through the window.

"Alright, Commander, let's go."

Richthofen stood up and shook Lorraine's hand.

"I can't help but be curious about what kind of world you live in."

"Of course, it will make you happy." Lorraine picked up the suitcase.

"By the way, what's in here?" the Red Baron asked with interest.

"A greeting gift." Lorraine said, "I was worried I couldn't bring it in."

"So?" The Red Baron raised his eyebrows.

Lorraine placed the suitcase on the table and opened it.

A beautifully crafted Iron Cross medal.

There is also an inscription on it - Manfred Albrecht Freiherr von Richthofen.

"Thank you, I like it very much." The Red Baron gently closed the box and picked it up.

"No?" Lorraine was a little confused.

"I have just re-entered the military service, and all my past achievements have been in vain.

Virtual military achievements are not worthy of being crowned with honors.

Therefore, I, who have no merits, do not yet have the ability to accept merits."

Richtofen waved his hand casually and walked to the door of the room.

Lorraine stared in a daze at her black hair, which shone slightly under the slanting light.

Richtofen found that no one was following him, so he turned back in confusion.

"commander?"

"Here I come!" Lorraine chuckled and then hurriedly followed.

Lorraine followed Richthofen.

The latter made room for the door slightly and gestured for invitation.

"Thank you." Lorraine understood what the Red Baron meant.

As a commander, you should lead everyone forward.

He was the first to step out of the room, followed closely by the Iron Blood Empire's ace.

Thus, time and space changed, and the stars moved.

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"Huh!" Lorraine let out a long breath and his legs went soft.

Burgundy supported Lorraine, and the Republic also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hello, I'm Manfred Richthofen."

"Iron Blood?" Burgundy glanced at him. "Never mind. Anyway, you're welcome."

The Republic bowed slightly, "Welcome, new companion."

"That's not necessary, Miss Republic. I'm a soldier, not a nobleman," said Richthofen.

"Please wait a moment. We will soon install the ship's equipment on you."

"Okay." said the Red Baron.

"Do you need me to deploy my ship suit?"

"Of course." Lorraine stood up straight, holding the railing.

"Yes."

The Red Baron raised his hand, and for the first time in the world, this iron-blooded ace attacked with all his strength.

A G98 rifle first appeared in her hands.

Then a loud dragon roar sounded.

"Crack..." Cracks appeared in space, as if something had broken an eggshell.

The glass shattered, and a mechanical dragon claw grasped the fragments of space. Then a huge dragon head emerged from it, and behind it was the lonely world.

The red dragon claws stuffed the fragments of space into the dragon's mouth.

The huge and ferocious monster roared wildly, and the blood-colored scales on its body trembled, revealing the high-temperature mechanical structure underneath, and steam also gushed out from under the metal scales.

It crawled out from the breach, its thick limbs violently slapping the water surface in the dock, and the sharp blood-red blade at the tip of its tail reflected a cold light.

The four huge wings spread out, and amid the roar of machinery, the two pairs of wings that covered the sky and the sun formed four complete flight decks.

"Albatros, be quiet." Richthofen scolded softly.

The terrifying crimson dragon shook its scales in dissatisfaction, but still lowered its head obediently. Finally, it folded its four wings and lay down beside its master.

"Excuse me, this child is a little hyperactive." The Red Baron stroked the dragon's crown-like horns and said apologetically.

Chapter 155 Gathering

Location: Berlin

Time: 3:28 a.m.

Personnel: Ron

Mission: Routine intelligence briefing

Ron knocked on Bismarck's office door.

Although she knew that the empire's iron-blooded chancellor hated being disturbed at this time.

But what she was going to report was indeed shocking to Tiexue.

"You'd better be okay, Ron." The Iron Chancellor opened the office door with an expressionless face.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the room, you can see Geryon's huge yellow eyes.

*Dissatisfied Dragon's Roar

Ron swallowed, feeling a dull pain in his ship suit.

At first, she was quite dissatisfied with the fact that the chancellor directly replaced Frederick the Great as leader, until the chancellor showed his terrifying strength.

In that battle, this chancellor who was reborn from the ashes taught all the iron-blooded ship girls what the colors of the empire are with steel and blood.

"I'm sorry, sir. I don't mean to disturb you at this time, but I have something important to tell you." Ron bowed slightly.

"Don't worry about these red tape, Ron. I've told you countless times." Bismarck pretended to close the door. "If you still adhere to the ways of the old nobility, then get out."

"Sorry." Ron took out a report.

"U522's report: We've observed a new Iron Blood shipgirl in Donghuang. She's an H-39 battleship converted into a heavy aircraft carrier," Ron summarized briefly. "Her name is Manfred von Richthofen."

"How surprising." An unexpected voice sounded.

"Frederick?" Bismarck's expression relaxed slightly. "It seems you already know."

"Of course, those discordant notes always stand out in marching music." Frederick took her baton.

"Oh, a discordant note..." Bismarck shook his head.

The last person to be evaluated in this way by Frederick was herself.

"Notify all project ships and personnel on duty." Bismarck opened the door fully. "This is an emergency meeting. Furthermore, no minutes are required for this meeting."

"So, you mean..." Ron was surprised.

"Don't say anything more." Bismarck turned around and with just one look, he calmed down the three impatient dragons outside the window.

"Oh, the music score hasn't been written yet, so don't notify the studio." Frederick tapped Ron's shoulder lightly with his baton.

"Yes." Ron lowered his head and walked away quickly.

"Lord Bismarck, what do you think of this...iron-blooded ace of the air force?" Frederick the Great narrowed his eyes.

On Bismarck's desk were three views of the H-39 battleship converted into a heavy aircraft carrier, as well as a complete model.

But the emperor simply watched the changes in the expression of this iron-blooded prime minister.

The record player next to them was playing peaceful classical music, which happened to reach the wrong beat.

Bismarck put on his military cap.

"I'm actually very interested in this commander trainee." She examined the information.

"You remain as sharp as ever, Lord Bismarck, but when the symphony reaches its climax, all the instruments join in."

Frederick the Great spoke thus, and sat down gracefully, hiding himself in a dark place where the light could not reach.

"I'm here, Your Excellency..."

Seeing that the small office was full, Bismarck cleared his throat and said, "The meeting begins."

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*Proud Dragon Roar

Today, Tianhai's training area was dominated by a crimson steel monster.

Of course, it would be awkward for the guy standing opposite it.

Just like Catherine who is now facing Lorraine on the shore.

Originally, Richtofen was just doing some simple training, having a great time doing dive bombing and fancy rockets, but the newly appointed chairman suddenly became interested.

"Brother Luo, did you also build an aircraft carrier?"

Lorraine's mouth twitched at the look of pretended surprise.

No, stay away from me.

This was Lorraine's first thought. After all, this person was extremely troublesome. His taking office as the student union president was enough to make the whole school dissatisfied.

Please, it doesn’t matter if it’s not Miss Bai, everyone can accept Senior Lin and Su Changfeng.

But who are you, Catherine? I have no impression of you at all.

Moreover, as soon as this person came to power, Bai Jiu left because of family affairs, and various conspiracy theories became rampant.

"What do you mean, Senior?"