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

"That doesn't mean anything. Marshal Halsey was once the commander of General New Jersey, Toshihei Inoguchi..." Lorraine was interrupted by Sakura Kamishiro.

"There was no such thing as a contract in that era."

"But if there is, I think..."

"No, no, no, even if there is, it's impossible. Shipgirls have their own pride. No matter how long they spend together, if certain conditions cannot be met, they will only become comrades in the end, just like Halsey didn't catch up with New Jersey in the end."

Lorraine was silent. He was unable to refute, although as a staunch materialist, he found it difficult to accept such metaphysical statements.

But the existence of ship girls goes against common sense.

The footsteps of the three people echoed in the empty corridor.

Kamishiro Sakura continued slowly, "But you are different, Lorraine."

The witch rarely called out the name of the young commander beside her.

"Construction and contract are both two-way choices between shipgirls and commanders. You choose them, and they choose you... Do you think your encounter with Burgundy and the others was a coincidence?"

"Isn't it?"

"Obviously not." Kamishiro Sakura paused deliberately to give her next words some buffer: "Because your essence is different from everything here."

Lorraine's pupils shrank.

"What do you mean?!"

Although his tone was hurried, he still did not lose his temper.

“Though Icarus’ wings had melted and Icarus himself had fallen, he still glimpsed for a moment the other side.”

"Can you please explain it more clearly?" Lorraine was a little angry.

"You and I are of the same kind, souls that do not belong to this world."

Lorraine was silent.

"Your girls, like you, shouldn't belong to this world. So, your existence brought them here. Do you understand?"

The young commander slowly digested this information.

"Why me?" He tried to struggle.

"Because it's you." The incoherent answer killed his hope.

Because it is you - whether it is fate or arrangement, you are already in this position, so it should be you, no reason is needed.

After a long silence, he said, "What should I do?"

"It's very simple, just do what you should do." Kamishiro Sakura finally hummed with satisfaction, feeling quite happy that she had successfully fooled someone and accomplished her prank.

"So you came here just to brainwash me?"

"Well, there are some things I think I shouldn't tell you." She paused and added, "At least not for me to say."

"Tsk."

Lorraine made an unhappy sound as if he was being led by the nose.

"However, considering your cute junior's thirst for knowledge, I will reluctantly tell you..."

Lorraine stared at the person in front and turned around.

"The core of Project Ikaros is an attempt to use forbidden technology to create a war machine that integrates humans and shipgirls."

"I know."

"Oh~ This is so boring. Let me tell you something you don't know." Shendai thought about it with pretended distress.

"You, indeed, aren't the most perfect test subject, but... you are the most successful. They madly placed a specially crafted storage cube containing an entire database within you. This gave you powerful brain computing power, as well as the hardware capabilities to directly build these special scientific research ship girls, or to contract them."

"So, this is pretty close to the fusion of the mind cube and the human body, right?"

"That's right, that's what I mean." Kamishiro Sakura snapped her fingers.

Lorraine lowered his head slightly, "Then why am I here?"

"Okay, we're here~" Sakura Kamishiro avoided Lorraine's topic.

"Shoot..."

After the sound of gas being discharged, the wall in front opened.

"Well, I'll send it here." The rift in the real world was torn open.

"That's Central Island. Goodbye. I'm rooting for you, junior." Kamishiro Sakura blinked. "As for you, senior, I'm going to go look for the other little guys who have lost their abilities."

As she spoke, she lay down on her back and fell into an unknown dream together with Noshiro.

Lorraine sighed, "What a hassle."

But no matter what, he is still very grateful for his current life...

At least I'm no longer like before, with nothing.

So he raised his head and walked into the crack.

Chapter 310 Duel

A long-awaited knight duel took place on the sea.

Richtofen and White Dragon, two scientific research warships of the same level, continuously released and recovered their crews.

"Who of our hangars do you think will be the first to empty it?"

The Red Baron asked, she would not miss any opportunity to disrupt the enemy.

"It must be you! I've never seen such a tough guy before. How can your Atlantic ships compare to my Pacific ships in terms of aircraft carrying capacity?"

"You're quite sober," Richthofen said with a slight smile.

"Your screen ships have sunk. My teammates can kill you at any time."

"No way!" White Dragon retorted fiercely, "Where is your chivalry? Shameless man, is this the only despicable means you can use to fight this White Dragon?"

"I remember Niten Ichiryu had a similar approach, never missing any opportunity to disrupt the enemy."

Oh, I'm still a little immature. The Red Baron calculated silently.

The White Dragon is indeed excellent... Considering the level gap, he can actually achieve a 1:1 loss ratio with me.

But the same thing -

Still a bit tender.

"Okay, then, Miss Bailong, how long can you hold on? This is high-intensity, large-scale micro-manipulation."

Richthofen had been keeping an eye on the battlefield.

She limited the number of attacking aircraft to 40, while Bailong had a full 60...

This is not right. If you want to accurately control 60 planes, you need to put in much more effort than forty planes.

Richtofen did not believe that this new aircraft carrier could, like the legendary aircraft carriers in the first generation of Task Force 38, unleash a swarm of aircraft with just a wave of its hand.

From now on, as long as I can hold on, I will definitely win——

At least that's the big picture.

Unfortunately, someone is in a hurry now.

"Is all you can do is procrastinate?" Bai Long keenly discovered Richtofen's intention.

"Otherwise, this is a battlefield."

"If you have the guts, fight this Bailong head-on with real weapons! You iron-blooded coward!"

Richthofen remained unmoved.

The more anxious the opponent is, the more likely he is to make a mistake.

Air combat, or aircraft carrier combat, is all about stability.

Bai Long said this, but actually dispersed the fighter jets and ordered some of the crews to return.

And this was the moment Richthofen had been waiting for.

Among the clouds, the me155g with a single blood-red wing swooped down like a flock of eagles.

It looked like a cavalry corps that had been waiting on the plains for a long time.

They bear the emblem of the long-gone imperial eagle, and they burst forth from the shadows of history, brandishing flaming swords.

She had launched this fleet of aircraft fifteen minutes ago and it flew into the clouds.

If such a simple deployment could cause the White Dragon to lose its composure, then Hithofen would be disappointed.

But Bailong couldn't let her down.

The A8M Lu Fengs that had previously dispersed gathered together again in an instant, and then launched a counterattack towards the roaring Iron Blood fighter planes.

However, the 40 fighter planes in the front of Richthofen were in incomplete condition, and it was a little difficult for him to cooperate with the diving group to complete the encirclement and annihilation.

However, as an ace air force, Richtofen would naturally not be so careless. The new crew was already circling outside the war zone, ready to support the gap at any time.

"That's right!" Bai Long shouted excitedly.

Aircraft carriers are not like other traditional warships, which have decisive firepower or powerful close-range attacks.

But, as it is now, their fighting style is similar to playing chess.

Of course, every chess player has a good brain, not to mention that both of them are the elite among the elite.

It seems that the battle in the air has resumed with the active encirclement of the A8M and the counter-encirclement of the ME155G.

But that's all superficial.

Richthofen patted Albatros gently.

The Red Dragon roared, and several TA152Cs carrying bombs took off.

It's obvious...someone wants to be the general.

But it may be a deadly trap.

Bailong gritted his teeth and observed the battle situation carefully.

She had to admit that regardless of whether it was a feint or not, and whether the opponent actually operated these fighters, she had to dispatch several fighters to intercept them in the front battlefield where the situation was balanced.

"Damn..." She felt for the first time that the hangar preparation was very slow. "Then forget it, just fix the damage!"

She gritted her teeth, pulled out three fighter planes to intercept, and at the same time she released a group of torpedo planes, which attacked Richthofen directly from low altitude.

If Richthofen was ferocious enough to focus on micromanaging the bombers while facing the frontal battlefield, the three fighters could have minimized their losses.

Even if three planes are withdrawn, the frontal air battle will not be one-sided.

However, the result soon made Bai Long feel relieved, as Richtofen's attack was indeed a feint.

But then came another group of torpedo planes.

Bai Long's face darkened.

"Do you think this is interesting?!"

"That can't be helped. Aircraft carrier battles are all about computing power," Richthofen said as if it was a matter of course. "You did it, too."

The anti-aircraft gun on the Red Dragon shot down the White Dragon's torpedo plane, and then Richthofen easily twisted the torpedo away.

Richthofen narrowed his eyes slightly... That's it, pulling and pulling again and again.

She has many plans.

and……

"Miss Bailong, we need to speed up."

She even gave a kind reminder.

Then, bombers and torpedo planes took off alternately.

In a moment, the deck was cleared.

The dogfight in the air still ended in a draw, with both sides fighting very conservatively.

But what Richthofen was waiting for was the moment when Bailong fell into her rhythm.

Fighter jets were dispatched in turn from the enemy fleet to intercept.