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

Tracers, leaden clouds, plumes of water, muzzle flashes, and torrential rain.

Combined with the lights on the bridge, it's really stylish.

"So who took this picture?" Lorraine asked again in the group.

The group of people were silent.

It’s hard, my fist is hard… Luo Lin took a deep breath and thought, “Never mind, it’s not a big deal, just bear with it…”

"Commander Lorraine! Take us to the Mirror Sea again!" someone shouted again.

Be patient! The more you endure, the angrier you get. If you take a step back, you'll lose a lot of money. Damn it!

"Fang Xiang, come here!"

Chapter 94: The Republic

Originally, they were supposed to go back to the dormitory to lie down in the afternoon, but Luo suddenly had an idea and dragged the two ship girls for a walk in the sun.

"Commander, go to bed early. Sister Burgundy and I will check your dormitory at night." Republic leaned against the door frame and watched Lorraine walk into the bedroom with a smile on his face.

"Okay, okay, I got it..." Lorraine looked helpless and closed the door.

Republic then closed the door of her bedroom, which was next to Lorraine's room.

Rubbing her temples tiredly, she sat on her bed and then lay down without any image.

"If I were in Iris, I would definitely be scolded for being so ungraceful." She thought for no reason.

But then I thought about my classmates' reactions, like when a commander scolded his little destroyer: "Sister Republic is strong, elegant, and beautiful. You should learn from her!"

The Republic is indeed a model student in the eyes of students and teachers. He is helpful, respectful to teachers, has excellent grades, and is not as prickly as Burgundy.

"Ha, that's a compliment." The eldest lady muttered, turning over, "correct or something..."

She shook her head and forced herself not to think about this problem anymore. She was already on the right path, wasn't she? She shouldn't think about these things.

But, I really want to be myself...but I don’t even know what I am.

The Republic thought to itself with regret.

I took out my phone to check the message, but my hand, which was about to press the power button, stopped.

She looked at herself on the black phone screen.

The self reflected on the screen still seemed to be that useless fellow—armor as thin as paper, main gun accuracy that scattered flowers like a fairy...

If it weren't for those days...but it seems that cursing those days has become a daily routine.

For her, this is now a paradise on earth - catching up with his footsteps, fighting, honor, aren't these what a ship girl needs.

But what good is it to find happiness? Even if you find the correct answer, you will still feel anxious and uneasy.

Republic stopped looking at his phone and tossed it aside.

But no matter what, I should be satisfied. If I ask for more, it seems too greedy.

Anyway, I only want to think about his affairs, why think so much?

The eldest lady finally got her thoughts under control, sat up again, and walked towards her locker.

"What should I wear tomorrow?" she thought, closing the closet door.

But it didn't pull, it seemed to be locked.

Hmm...I can't open it.

She sighed, glanced around, and then saw the table where several pens were neatly arranged.

But why are they all red?

Red...

The Republic suddenly felt a little nauseous.

A smell of rust rushed into my mouth and nose, but after a careful feeling, there was nothing.

She subconsciously turned her head and her gaze fell on the window... Then her pupils suddenly contracted -

The crows' eyes swarmed on the telephone poles, and the stray dogs downstairs in the dormitory seemed to be barking non-stop.

Tinnitus followed and everything started to become distorted.

Ha, I remember now. Gongguo slowly turned around, folded his arms, and sat down against the cabinet.

Then curl up again.

The database contained glaring dispersion formulas and projectile volume, along with nearly useless armor, superficial bullet velocity and trajectory, and even the most proud penetration, which was infinitely overestimated due to errors in the ballistic calculation formula...

"What kind of (expletive) ship is this!" came the captain's curse.

"Since you want large-caliber slippers, why don't you play Prussia, or even better, the 22km German 457. You don't really think that the 431 throwing * at 26km is very suppressive. If you want to be able to run, Georgia is not better than her. If you want to spit fire, you can use St. Vincent. If you want to draw, you can play Unrivaled. As for sniping? Don't be ridiculous. In what way is Glory worse than her?" As a result, the port gradually became deserted.

"If a Republic captain wants to go further, the best way is to not sail the Republic."

"You can't bear the expectations in the name of the Republic... Leave it to others..." The door of the archive room was closed.

Republic hugged himself tightly and moved from the front of the cabinet to the corner.

That day... no, those years...

Accusations, ridicule, abuse, in the end, she just became indifferent and rigid.

I knew it a long time ago. What did they say about me at the beginning?

"Iris Can Opener, Iris's Last Glory" and so on.

It's meaningless now. With the replacement of generations of ships, my efforts, learning, and communication seem to be meaningless.

Even love...ah, sorry, love is something I have never dared to ask for.

Her back was pressed tightly against the wall, completely oblivious to the coldness of the wall in late autumn.

It turns out my life ended much earlier. When was it? Probably when I was sailing through the strait and was finally sunk by a 510mm main gun.

I remembered what was in that cabinet—sealed data, notes, and scraps of paper bound together with glue. Because I clearly remember what was in there.

I also know the smell of rust... Eh? What about the smell of rust?

The Republic does not know.

But if it’s gone, it’s gone. It doesn’t matter.

I'm already, tired.

I'm tired.

Gongguo felt his eyes moisten and began to cry softly.

It’s just that I just don’t want to live anymore.

"So why do you want me to exist in your world?" She sobbed softly.

"Originally, I just wanted to give you one last dance..." Gongguo bit his collar. "Those so-called peak days are gone forever. Now, living is just suffering."

"He clearly looked nonchalant, like he wouldn't mind dying."

"Why am I still crying now?" Republic murmured helplessly, "Mingming, he's already dead..."

Whether it's the self who wants to be yourself or the self who wants to die now, it's both ridiculous.

Well, just smile to yourself. He said I look pretty when I smile.

"Haha." Then Republic curled the corners of his mouth and laughed like a puppet.

Then there were coughs and the sound of someone almost vomiting.

The Republic feels a little sad—

I can't even smile properly.

What is life, and what is death?

"It must be strange to think this way," Republic hypnotized himself, "this is not something I should be thinking about."

I'll die one day, so I'm living until then. But what's the point?

Some ship girls are still remembered by the world 80 years later, while some ship girls died before they were born.

Died in that illusory world.

This ship girl is even named "Republic", which is part of her country's name.

In that case, let's go to sleep first. As long as I'm in my dreams, everything will be fine...

Who said it again? Death is but a dream.

So the young lady slowly closed her eyes and decided to dance again in her dream.

"Bang!" The door was pushed open forcefully, followed by an anxious voice:

"Republic!"

Chapter 95 Please look forward to it

Survival is really a very difficult job. There are shackles everywhere, and the slightest movement will cause blood to splatter everywhere.

"Sir?" Republic was stunned for a moment, then wiped his face roughly and stood up quickly.

"Why aren't you sleeping yet?" She retreated to the wall, moving her hands uncomfortably for a moment, and finally hugged her arms.

"Well, I can't sleep much." Lorraine leaned against the door frame. But after thinking it over, he walked in and closed the door gently.

He kept some distance from the Republic.

"Well, did I disturb you?" Republic lowered his head, "Hug..."

"No need to apologize," Lorraine interrupted her. "You know I can't sleep at this time anyway."

Republic forced a smile, "You're so kind."

"It's nothing..." Lorraine was thinking about what to say next.

He actually heard faint crying sounds, so he decided to come and take a look.

Fortunately, I made it in time. He thought about it and said, "Why are you crying?"

"I..." Republic, who was about to change the subject, was silenced by Lorraine's lightning tactics.

She avoided the sight of her commander.

Lorraine's foot lifted slightly, and the Republic twitched as if startled.

"I don't know!" Lorraine was startled by the eldest lady's almost inappropriate roar.

"I don't know... I don't know..." Republic slowly raised one hand, trying to wipe the corners of his wet eyes, while repeating this sentence over and over again.

She sat down against the wall again. "It's the same for you, isn't it?"

What? Before Lorraine could ask, Republic looked up at him.

A pair of hollow eyes looked at him through the gaps in her hair.

"Are you satisfied now that you see me like this?" The Republic's voice gradually became flat.

Like a puppet.

"So..." The Republic wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Lorraine.

"Stop, stop."

The Republic's expression remained unchanged.

People used to say the same thing, but in the end, it just became a tool to satisfy their gambling expectations.

She thought about the people she once knew and the people who designed her... They all seemed to have left her, either disappeared in the long river of history or scattered around the world.

Lorraine sighed helplessly.

"I know," he said. He could almost guess what the Republic would say next.

"But that's not important." Lorraine shook her head.

"Of course it doesn't matter. If a tool is not useful, just throw it away." Republic lowered his eyes and stood up shakily.

She finally caught up with her commander, but he always seemed to creep closer to her, only to transform into distant stars just as she was about to touch him. When she suddenly realized what was happening, the blue-purple stars had dimmed, leaving only an empty ordinariness.

When I think about it carefully, I am left with only that ridiculous dignity, the dead irises, the burning streets, the desperate blood-red setting sun, and the sadness of looking up at the unchanging, lifeless moon alone in the virtual port area made up of numbers.