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

"Me? I really want to take you around the world." Lorraine said without hesitation.

"Really? That's good." Venice smiled and wrote this down.

"What about you?" Lorraine decided to ask back.

The deceased would not wish others to remain in the same haze as her forever.

However, Lorraine did not receive any response to this question except for everyone's different expressions.

"War is war, I am a soldier, that's all." Richthofen didn't think much about it.

"That's the kind of talk a ruthless idiot would make," Burgundy thought. "As for ending the war? Why would we end it?" But she was sensible enough not to say it.

The Republic has been searching for the meaning of fighting, striving to make itself "valuable" and capable of "protecting".

But sir, do you really think this war can end? Her worry was evident in her words.

Burgundy understood the Republic's thoughts at a glance. She stopped observing the people around her and turned to look at Lorraine.

War for her——

"What does fighting mean to you?"

“Why look for meaning in battle?”

"War breeds more war, and killing breeds more killing."

"Yes, so what?"

The war has been immeasurably long for me, so long that I am no longer bothered to think about its meaning - this is my mission, I need to practice it, nothing more.

"So what are everyone's ideals?"

Lorraine's words actually caused an even bigger disaster.

Even Venice paused slightly.

She couldn't help but look up and look around.

For those who struggle to survive, ideals and ambitions are luxuries, my dear sir.

But as an actor on stage, she wouldn't say that.

She would only say:

Look at this sword, look at this crown, look at the dead and the peace that has been taken away.

Lord, I beg you to have mercy...

Lorraine realized that he had said the wrong thing and simply shut up.

But it's just so helpless.

It was not until he entered the college and was greeted by the sea breeze and sunshine that Lorraine felt much better.

"When the war is over, I will take everyone on a trip," he said decisively.

Twenty years of life is long enough for a person.

50 years of life can be described as a dream.

Before his age is fixed, he still has many things he wants to do and many things to do.

In the sky, seabirds still fly bravely; on the sea, the sporadic sound of cannons still echoes.

Lorraine felt the letter in his pocket.

"Because I am the source of the plan, I am responsible for the deaths..." He smiled bitterly in his heart.

You are talking about me too, right?

While helping your sister, you also want me to inherit something and then move on.

Hence the fleur-de-lis brooch.

Irises are indeed beautiful. Do you want me to continue walking with my beautiful side?

Don't tell me there's Ikaros's legacy in that thing too.

I don't want to do the reading comprehension puzzle given by Riddler, asshole.

But now, Lorraine could only sigh.

People live, feel the dawn, watch the brilliant sunrise and the afterglow of the sunset.

People love, people are loved - but some people fall into eternal sleep, and the rest must continue to fight.

Countless people have passed the torch, and now, the torch seems to be in my hands.

Are you qualified to lift it?

"Sir, stop daydreaming. Today's schedule is very full." Seeing Lorraine stop, Republic couldn't help but interrupt his melancholy.

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"Oh okay, here we come."

"You are going to check Richthofen's training results this morning.

I also need to go to the Kitchen Goddess for a physical examination.

I'm going to Sister Luoyi's place for a psychological diagnosis at noon.

In the afternoon I will go to the library to look up information and prepare Venice’s special military equipment.

We will have a summary meeting tonight, and tomorrow we will have an exercise with Miss Bai Jiu and Miss Kathleen."

Republic opens schedule.

"Okay, okay, let's do it one by one. Don't be impatient..."

All in all, Lorraine felt much better when he saw the Republic chattering beside him.

"Before we start any of this." Republic looked at him.

"You need to change your clothes first."

"Let's go, everyone should change their clothes." He nodded and led a few ship girls to the dormitory.

As creatures on earth.

All we can do is "mourn and then move on with daily life."

Ding!

"Sir, your email." Republic glanced at the sender and reminded him.

Lorraine opened the terminal.

"Sender, Bai Jiu

Time: Just now.

Note: Her suicide note.

Lorraine was silent for a moment and opened the email.

As for the content of the letter, it was a scanned poem:

All things that have form,

If one day,

If you turn to dust,

What do you want to leave behind?

And things that have lost their color,

When you turn to dust,

It will become a part of the world.

So please tell the invisible things,

Please continue the beauty to this day.

If you want to be beautiful,

It will definitely be full of flowers.

All that has formed me,

May you who bear this weight,

Blooming flowers,

Never wither.

Chapter 200 Exercise

He looked at the independent crew blocking the sunlight above his head, looked at the Sheffield faithfully carrying out the task of following and harassing on the sea in the distance, and then looked at the Royal Oak in the distance still staring at him covetously.

Richtofen couldn't help but recall the afternoon when he was still dominating the battlefield.

But all the glory of the past was wiped out, and the honor of being called the Red Baron did not actually belong to him.

Rather than simply inheriting past honors and being bound by them...

"I choose to forge a new legend."

Richthofen lowered the brim of her hat, and the four-winged dragon behind her roared to the sky.

Several fighter jets swooped down from the sky, their blood-red wings revealing their identities.

Why must the wings be blood-red? Perhaps it is to distinguish it from the Fokker DrI triplane that was painted red in history.

Independent fighters fought with Richtofen's, and crews kept falling from the sky.

"Very good, it seems that you have also used all your strength." Richtofen laughed arrogantly.

The strafing by fighter planes did not stop; the roar of bombers and the whistling of rocket planes reached two parts of the battlefield respectively.

The anti-aircraft battery was on full alert, sending a torrent of fire high into the sky.

"Ever since I returned to the battlefield, I feel full of energy in everything I do." She covered one of her eyes, while the other eye reflected a cold and joyful light.

"The Royal Navy, huh, what an old rival." She leaned back and jumped.

Three torpedo tracks streaked beneath her.

I'm not within the range of Sheffield's torpedo, and these three dense torpedo tracks...

Six o'clock, reflective.

"A little fellow born from the wolf pack's philosophy? Those should be two little fishes, right?"

"So the White Eagles are coming soon?"

As soon as he finished speaking, six sharp ignition sounds were heard. The red dragon roared and swung its wings made of armored decks violently, causing the rockets to smash into the heavy armor.

Four more torpedoes were dropped by new crews, speeding towards where she was about to land.

"But now, I'm not alone...

"Venice! Stop singing!" she shouted, and a fighter plane passed under her. She completed a somersault and landed on Albatros' head with a light tap of her toes.

"Of course, my Lord."

Sheffield turned around suddenly and used his turret to block the two swords that suddenly emerged from the smoke.

"Let's dance together, Miss Maid~" Venice hummed a tune.

"Sorry, I'm busy." Sheffield lowered his shoulder and pushed Venice away.

"That's great! This is exactly the kind of dance partner I want~"

With a swish, the two swords crossed in the air, creating sparks.

"Boom!" 15 203mm main guns suddenly opened fire, and specially marked shells flew towards Sheffield.

Flames enveloped Sheffield, and the special maid coughed awkwardly. The armor on both sides of her body was pierced, leaving glaring holes.

Even though it was a practice round, she still couldn't handle it this time.

And she didn't have a moment to breathe.

The fatal dance is not an invitation, but a notification.