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

Glory gave her the motivation to dominate the sky, and it was also glory...

The Red Baron closed his eyes.

Of those who would cheer when her fighter plane took to the sky, how many survived to see the end of the war?

I'm afraid it has already become the price of a mile.

Burgundy said he had the ability to become a general.

But what accompanies every great general is only the cold number of death.

"Honor is my life."

She muttered softly.

Richthofen was not unable to face this.

She is a soldier, and there is no soldier who doesn't want to be honored.

And it was the same ambition for glory that dragged his country into the abyss twice.

From the Rhineland demilitarized zone to East and West Berlin.

Two defeats, what a shame.

Although people often say that there are no winners in war, in the final analysis, there are still winners and losers.

So, we can't lose again.

The tragedy of defeat enveloped his mind.

Now she only has her commander and these companions left.

There's nothing left to lose.

She opened her eyes and opened her gift.

"Manfred Albrecht Freiherr von Richthofen."

She stroked the medal.

From the Second Reich to the Third Reich, perhaps the spiritual symbols have changed, but the Iron Cross remains unchanged.

"Click." The dormitory door was pushed open.

There are footsteps, but it is not the Republic; there is no sound of metal hitting the ground, but it is not Burgundy, not the tapping of high heels, so it is not Venice either.

"Commander?" She closed the box and let out a sigh. "Are you back so early?"

"It was raining, so I didn't go out for long and just came back." Lorraine slumped onto the sofa. "Why are you daydreaming?"

"Look, it always makes me evaluate my abilities and whether I am worthy of this big Iron Cross." Richtofen said with some emotion.

"You can be a general." Lorraine smiled. "You made coffee? Give me a cup."

"Don't you take a nap at noon?" Richthofen raised his eyebrows.

"I'm not used to that. Forget it. I still have to think about a gift for Venice at noon, and I have to go to the training ground after the rain stops in the afternoon." Lorraine took out the tablet and connected it to his terminal.

"Okay, milk and sugar?"

"No thanks."

"General, General, haha, what a nice title." The Red Baron muttered and poured a glass for Lorraine.

"I believe you can do it." Lorraine took it and couldn't help but smile.

"Forget it." Richthofen shook his head and laughed. "You're more than okay, but me? I'm only suited to being a soldier."

"I'm not really interested in the position of general," Lorraine said, looking completely indifferent. "There's so much to do. Being a commander is troublesome enough."

He put the steaming coffee to his lips.

"Just a reminder, it's very bitter." Richtofen reminded.

"It's okay." Lorraine shook his head and took a bite.

I didn't taste anything, but I was severely burned first.

Under Richtofen's amused gaze, he put the coffee aside in a somewhat embarrassed manner and turned on the radio.

Today's school music broadcast is playing jazz.

Anyway, Lorraine couldn't listen, but Richtofen was quite interested.

"You're famous now." Lorraine drew energy lines on the tablet.

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Richthofen was listening to the song with his eyes closed and had no idea Lorraine would say that.

"Famous?" She opened her eyes and looked at Lorraine.

"Well, famous. Everyone says you're the 'ace', 'a man worthy of inheriting the Red Baron's fame.'"

"It's just an empty reputation." Richthofen shook his head.

"pretty good."

"what happened?"

"I thought your reaction would be as violent as Burgundy's."

"What's wrong with her?" Richthofen was stunned.

"Anyone who dared to address her like that was severely threatened by her."

"That's her style." Richthofen said with amusement.

"Hmm." Lorraine opened the terminal and took a look. "The news about you made the headlines."

Richthofen also became interested. "I feel that you, Commander, bear half the responsibility."

"How can you say that?" Lorraine complained somewhat dissatisfiedly.

"You are a famous person, a walking celebrity." Richthofen raised his eyebrows.

But the first time she saw the post, she fell silent.

The Eagle of the Third Reich...

Lorraine saw her expression change, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Richtofen smiled self-deprecatingly.

Born in the Third Reich and inherited from the Second Reich, this is why I can never inherit that glory.

People’s first reaction is not the Red Baron, but the Third Reich.

But in the so-called Third Reich, I don’t feel any sense of belonging at all.

"Commander, do you think the Third Reich is so deeply rooted in people's hearts?" She smiled bitterly.

"It only took 20 years for such a destitute, defeated nation to once again become a colossal shadow that made Europe tremble..." Lorraine hesitated for a moment, then said, "That's why people talk about it so much."

"Maybe." Richtofen didn't look again. The jazz music in his ears had turned into the Fifth Symphony without him knowing when.

"What's going on in the radio room? They're playing the Fifth Symphony at noon." Lorraine was helpless and prepared to change the radio station.

"No, Commander, can you wait a moment?" Richthofen said.

"Well, of course." Lorraine paused and retracted his hand.

“People hated the Third Reich, but also respected it, and even had a little bit of admiration for it.”

The symphony named "Destiny" has an inextricable connection with the Iron-Blooded Man.

After hearing this song, the Iron Chancellor stopped the generals from marching their troops into Vienna; however, the head of the empire, accompanied by this music, let the flames of war burn across the entire European continent.

She smiled somewhat sarcastically.

The only lesson people can learn from history is that they never learn lessons.

In the end, she was still a little curious about how others viewed her.

So I couldn't help but open the post and continue reading.

"That Führer can be said to be the successor of Frederick the Great and Chancellor Bismarck..."

She laughed angrily.

Yes, the war has ended for 80 years, the shadow has been gone for 80 years, and people's evaluation of that person has become mixed.

But I will always hate the guy who committed suicide in madness and paranoia.

Chapter 205 Assassination

Wind speed: Level 3

Artillery range: 16km

Hit rate: 92.37%

Rating: Excellent

Venice, like other ship girls of the Lorraine family, showed absolute dominance over her classmates.

"Sunrise does not mean brightness,

The morning star does not mean dawn,

But only when people are always awake,

It means the day has come..."

Venice wrote down her inspiration in a notebook.

"Go and have a rest." Mogami nodded with satisfaction as she watched Venetia taking notes in her notebook. As an instructor of the heavy patrol team, she could be said to have picked up a monster-level student.

He is humble, polite and takes notes in class. What a good child.

Now I can show off in front of Wichita...wait, something's wrong.

How come Venice has a commander?

Mogami felt a little uneasy, as if he would lose something if he watched it, but it seemed that he would lose even more if he didn't watch it.

Finally, she couldn't help but glance at the name of her commander.

"Commander: Lorraine."

Damn! Why is it this guy... Mogami gritted his teeth.

How did this guy from Wichita pick up such a versatile player?

"What's wrong, instructor?" Venice asked curiously as she watched Mogami perform Sichuan Opera face-changing on the spot.

"No, nothing." Mogami sighed. "You've really raised the average quite a bit. I originally said an 83% hit rate would be considered acceptable."

"I was going to raise the standards for the others, but I think you must have experienced a lot of battles." Mogami chatted with Venice while monitoring the status of the others.

"Why do you think so?" Venice asked curiously.

“People who have experienced war always have a smell of gunpowder on them.”

Venice nodded, agreeing with the statement.

"Your artillery skills are comparable to those of a sophomore." Mogami couldn't help but admire her. "Now I understand why Wichita keeps leaving early."

"With students like you pulling others forward, it's no wonder it's so easy to reach the target."

"Go and rest," she repeated.

Venice watched as Mogami walked towards the other students with the lesson plan and notebook tucked under his arm.

This instructor was definitely good at combat, but when it came to teaching students...

Venice looked at the most advanced step-by-step instructions and finally understood everything.

When it comes to teaching students, this person is not very good.

She sat down casually on the shore, near the battle group's training area.

They were practicing sparring over there this morning, and the sound of the large-caliber main guns never stopped all morning.

Venice looked over, Burgundy was gone, and the Republic was giving special guidance to Massachusetts and Royal Oak.

The reason why the Republic wasn't sparring was probably because the only one in the Battle Team who could challenge her in a one-on-one duel was not there.