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

A slender sword slashed across her throat, bringing out two drops of blood.

"Bang!" The 152mm main gun held by Sheffield opened fire.

But this close shot was deflected by another sword, and then Venice followed up with a fierce knee strike.

"The ghost wandering under the water has appeared like this." She sang this line of lyrics, and the roar of the red dragon was heard.

"Ha, ghosts are not without a trace." She looked at Sheffield who was forced back by her.

"You are right, Miss Maid." She bowed, and the white mist still lingered around the two of them.

"Damn..." Sheffield took a moment to recover. He had to admit that Sardin's swordsmanship was indeed quite good.

Although she had heard that the ship girls under Commander Lorraine had a special preference for close combat, no one had told her it was so outrageous.

She gritted her teeth and finished reloading the main gun in her hand.

Then he took a deep breath, swung the gun and fired suddenly—

The Barents Sea's counterattack!

Feeling the change in the aura of the person in front of him, Venice finally became interested.

"Yes, yes, that's right. You deserve it. Release more power so that today's performance won't be boring."

"Don't play too crazy, Venice, don't forget your job." The cold voice of the Republic came.

"Of course, my lady," Venice grinned.

"Oh, Phantom over there, there's no Christine here that you've been searching for~"

The turret rotated, but not towards Sheffield.

"Look out!" Sheffield yelled.

Outside the smoke, a column of water rose.

But nothing happens.

Sheffield breathed a sigh of relief.

"You are so shining, maid-san. I wonder if your light can illuminate those in the shadows~"

She retreated sharply, and the smoke gradually cleared.

"Goodbye, maid lady, I look forward to seeing you next time~"

"Boom!" The sound of the 380mm main gun rang out.

Sheffield was engulfed in flames.

At the source of the cannon fire, the black-clad knight shattered Royal Oak's sword with a single shot, and at the same time, the butt of his gun suddenly stabbed towards Independence behind him.

Amidst the flags, Burgundy used his lance as a lever to flip over and leap up, and 15 shells with pink tracers fell rapidly and penetrated the independent deck.

Eight red and blue shells flew almost as a dot towards the distant Dreadnought.

The bomb whistled and hit the eagle's head.

The overall situation has been decided.

With a look of obedience on his face, the minnow was pulled out of the water by Venice, who was holding two swords.

The outcome has been decided.

"How can we fight against two battleships with twisted air defense and the Red Baron..." Catherine complained, watching her daughter return to the port in a mess.

"Oh, comparing yourself with others is so frustrating..." Bai Jiu could only sigh.

The audience around covered their faces, it was simply too tragic.

"How many planes did I shoot down today?" Richtofen pulled up Fearless and raised his eyebrows.

"You won, shooting down 14 of my planes and 8 of the Eagles. I don't know about the Independence side."

"Hehe, remember to owe me a drink." Richthofen patted Fearless's shoulder and went to find Albatross.

The red dragon was gnawing on a fighter plane out of boredom.

Richtofen actually felt a little regretful. Whether in the recent exercises or the previous attacks, there were no opportunities to carry out anti-ship missions.

But it's also very cool to focus on air superiority.

"I told you we shouldn't be a team." Duli looked at Royal Oak helplessly. "Look, Burgundy took it all down."

But Burgundy had already left the two behind and rushed to the shore.

Venice, still looking unsatisfied, pulled Sheffield up and said, "You're a great dance partner. I hope we can have another chance next time."

She ignored Sheffield and sailed towards the shore.

As for the Republic...

"Sir, the combat log has been compiled."

She looked at Lorraine.

"Also... this time, I did a pretty good job, right..." She whispered to Lorraine.

"Great." Lorraine patted her head.

"Hehe." The girl laughed, holding the battle flag in her arms, rolled up neatly.

Chapter 201 The Night Flows Slowly

After dinner, Richthofen would not train again.

At this time, she would usually stop and look through the recent exercise records, or watch the fighting at home.

Just like now.

Burgundy always snuggles up to the Commander.

Republic sat on the other side of the commander - of course, he would still glance at the commander from time to time, and then pretend to read a book as if nothing had happened before the commander turned his gaze over.

Venice would organize what she had recently written, sometimes turning it into lyrics, sometimes into poetry.

As for the commander, usually I will only check the commander forum at this time and play games alone.

But sometimes I open the software and draw something, or I just start reading.

What a strange environment.

Richthofen always thought so.

I heard from Duli that most of the commanders and ship girls in the academy enjoy the convenience brought by informatization and use the Internet to kill time.

But my own home...

Venice's love for paper and pen is obvious to the naked eye. The Republic is either reading or on the way to read. As for Burgundy, the Baroness can usually take a nap leaning against the Commander.

It looks pure and uncontaminated by the Internet.

But if you ask Lorraine, it's probably because he saw too many abstract things in his previous life.

So I don’t watch it myself, and my own ship girls don’t watch it much either.

However, Richthofen initially subconsciously thought that his family might be as strict as Iron Blood, and Mu Qiang——

For example, at night everyone is working hard to improve themselves and catch up with the strong, and usually the commander will be decisive and resolute.

The results now are quite different from before.

The kettle on the coffee table made a lukewarm sound. The lights in the living room were not very bright, and the warm light made a difference between the winter night inside and outside.

The radio, which I don’t know when I bought it, was playing the weather forecast for the next two days. The human voice had a slight electric sound, which slowed down the already slow flow of time even more.

Everyone has their own thing to do, they don't disturb each other but they care about each other.

"Say hello to the things that have shape..." Venice sang softly.

She is trying to turn this poem into a song.

"Ding!" The doorbell rang.

"Who is this?" Republic called out, preparing to get up and open the door.

"Ah, no, it should be my express delivery." Venice is one step faster than the Republic.

She opened the door and saw a little yellow chicken trying hard to hold up a delivery box that was almost as big as itself. The sight of it was really hilarious.

"Thank you." Venice couldn't help but smile, took the express box, and patted the little yellow chicken on the head.

Huang Ji put his hands on his hips, nodded proudly, then turned around and skipped downstairs.

"Cute little guy." Venice closed the door.

"What do you think about adding a companion elf to the young lady and the mysterious commander's journey?" She held the box in one hand and snapped her fingers.

But no one paid any attention to her.

"Oh~, well, it seems this was a very bad decision." Venice sighed and put the express box on the coffee table.

"So what did you buy?" Lorraine looked at Venice curiously.

"So what are you planning?" What the Republic noticed was Venice's last sentence.

"Oh." Venice covered her mouth in surprise.

"What did I say?" She put on a mysterious smile and tapped her lips. "It's so hard to guess."

"You!" The Republic wanted to accuse him of crimes, but it had no evidence.

"Hehe." Venice hummed a song, pulled out the dagger from her waist, and prepared to open the package.

"Don't tell me you're sleeping with this on." Richtofen couldn't help but speak.

"Hmm." Venice didn't expect Richtofen to care about this.

"I'm really afraid that one night someone will think I'm too noisy and tell me to shut up forever."

"As you wish." Richthofen shrugged. "Anyway, I'm not the one who's uncomfortable sleeping at night."

She pulled out an S98/05 bayonet from her waist and began to trim her nails.

Lorraine's mouth twitched and he sighed.

It seems that even our own shipgirls lack a sense of security, right?

He looked at the Republic. This young lady had been carrying self-defense weapons when she went out to play two days ago.

Not to mention Burgundy, you can always find at least one set of scalpels on her.

Lorraine rubbed his eyebrows, wondering why everyone was so extreme.

"Don't look at me, I don't sleep with a knife." Richthofen put away his bayonet.

"Yes, yes, my good roommate is a professional soldier~" Venice took out the mahogany box, "How could he sacrifice his sleep quality?"

"Unlike me, hey, maybe I'll be gone that day."

"Stop talking like that." Richthofen frowned.

Soldiers are most averse to such remarks.

"Okay, okay, but is this concern?" Venice said casually.

But the Red Baron is still the Red Baron.

"Of course, I don't want my comrades to fall." She said without hesitation.

"I'm so touched." But only Venice herself knows how much emotion is contained in it.

Judging from the shape of the box, it is obvious that this is a guitar case.

"A violin?" Lorraine decided to change the subject.

"Yeah, that day's solo performance was still missing a violin accompaniment," Venice raised her head. "If you want to get to know your partner better, playing an ensemble is also a good choice~"

Too bad not now.

Venice muttered to herself, twirling her hair with her left hand.

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"Click, click." She opened the box and stroked the body and strings of the guitar.

"It doesn't look cheap." Although Richtofen was also a noble, she didn't understand these things very well.