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

For no reason, he thought of the knife that Burgundy used to carry with him.

He still remembered that the knife had been with him since it was confiscated.

He knew that the pain would make the girl more sober.

Maybe this will help me wake up a little?

So he took out the knife.

"commander?"

It's Burgundy.

The tip of the knife pointed towards the arm.

"Bai Jiu said..."

"commander?!"

In his peripheral vision, the girl in the black dress ran towards him.

"commander!"

A pair of hands hugged him.

The scent of irises fills the air.

Then came the skilled disarmament.

The dagger fell to the ground.

On the handle, a dark gold poppy flower carving comes into view.

"No!" The girl hugged him tightly, her voice anxious.

There are still lingering concerns.

Lorraine was stunned for a long time.

It wasn't until the girl looked up at him that he reacted.

He pushed the other person away violently.

Lorraine knelt on the ground.

Spit it out.

"Sorry..." He forced a smile despite his pale face.

"Commander, you..." Burgundy paused.

"No matter what, you have to come with me to Miss Kitchen Goddess!"

She helped Lorraine up and tried it with her hands.

Low fever, judging from the previous symptoms, it might be hypoglycemia.

This idiot didn’t eat breakfast again!

She put Lorraine on her feet.

It’s more like carrying than setting up.

After a few steps, she realized.

The other party is in such a state that he can't even walk.

The girl snorted.

Pick up some idiot without hesitation.

Then he ran towards the infirmary.

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The fluttering tricolor flag.

Collapsed building.

An island filled with smoke.

A sky filled with dark clouds.

Ships either sank in the blue sea or were dismembered in the afterglow of the sunset.

He is outside of everything, just watching.

Watching indifferently.

The scene keeps changing, the only thing that remains unchanged is that people, along with the ship girls, keep dying.

Either regretful, or tragic, or sighing.

The bottom of the strait will be covered with steel.

His black hair comb reflected the sunlight, and a streak of white was like a sharp arrow, not knowing whose heart it was going to hurt.

Countless souls sleep in the Iron Bottom Gorge, their broken spears sinking into the sand and rust growing on them.

He had seen it, seen the flash of gunfire here.

He watched as the steel city sank into the waves.

Looking down at this blood-stained sea, how many dead bones are buried here.

He looked and saw flags flying on the decks of the ships.

He, they, also remember——

On the horizon at dawn, wars raged on several occasions.

Listen to the sirens singing on the rocks, singing about the confusion of being tossed by cyclones and ocean currents.

The fingertips leap up on the organ keys, and someone is baptized and set on fire.

The souls in the Iron Bottom Gorge echo melodiously, and the broken spears sink into the sand and rust grows.

He gave orders mercilessly, regardless of the unusually beautiful scenery.

He watched, watching the countless creatures drowning in the waves.

On the side, seabirds were flying and jumping, shedding tears, feeling sad and confused.

But even so.

Some people also set sail to fight another battle in the blue sea.

Ships passed by him one after another, and the inscriptions on the hulls shone brightly in the dusk.

Kléber, Marceau...

Courage, Edgar...

Prussia, the Great Elector...

Christopher Columbus, Venice...

Des Moines, Montana...

Ships flashed by.

Then it turns into a silhouette, and then into three-view drawing, structural drawing, and line drawing.

Finally, it turns into a light blue streamline and dissipates.

He raised his head and saw a mirror-like space here.

The large clouds floating in the sky were reflected on the ground.

There were also things that looked like shards of glass floating in the air.

"Where is this place?" he asked with some confusion.

But no response.

So he stepped forward and looked at the space curiously.

Because there is no reference, he is not sure whether time has any meaning here.

It is even more impossible to know how long I have been walking.

It seems to be the same everywhere.

Floating glass shards, clouds, and a smooth mirror floor without a single stain.

a long time.

Maybe it's a day, maybe it's a month, maybe it's a year.

But who knows.

In short, he saw a somewhat dilapidated church.

The church is Gothic and exudes an old-fashioned atmosphere.

I see people now...if this tragic relic of civilization counts.

he thought.

So he stepped forward.

The church seemed to know that a visitor was coming.

The heavy door burst open.

Oh, the "boom" was just his imagination.

Because this world seems to have no sound.

He walked softly up the steps.

The interior of the church is spacious.

If this happened in the modern world, it would be impossible to accomplish.

Not even the Sagrada Familia can compare.

The pale light of the sky passed through the skylight and shone on the cross inside.

He moved forward slowly.

"Welcome back, Commander."

.He heard this voice in front of the cross.

Chapter 65 A hasty meeting

The black-haired girl wearing a military cap saluted Lorraine.

Lorraine looked at the other person, "Richthofen?"

Although he had never seen the other person before, Lorraine could still call out the other person's name.

"It's me." The girl relaxed a little.

The iron-blooded military uniform was meticulously taken care of by her.

"here it is?"

"Sirius Port, your former port area."

"Once?" Lorraine detected the key words.

"Come with me." The Red Baron took Lorraine into the church.

“How’s Burgundy doing?” she asked, laughing.

"Excellent." Lorraine said without hesitation.

"As expected, it is your favorite battleship after all." Richthofen's tone was a little sour.

"Ah this..." Lorraine could only scratch his head in embarrassment.

A strange sense of alienation enveloped him.

Put him in a trance.

Familiar strangeness, strange familiarity.