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Liu Cheng then realized that his elbow had touched Jean Bart's chest, and he said casually, "Sorry, it's not big enough, I didn't notice it..."

Chapter 54 Stupid guy, can I trust you?

Even in such a critical moment, Liu Cheng was stunned for a moment, and even glanced at Jean Bart again with the corner of his eyes. This ragged and dishevelled but still heroic ship girl had a very perfect figure. From the gaps in her torn top, you could see some white and round ups and downs. It was a good figure that most women could not envy. Even if it was not as explosive as Zara, Littorio, and Prince Eugen, it should definitely not be described as not big enough. It was obviously very big.

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Jeanbal's eyes made Liu Cheng feel that the vicious Siren outside was no more than that. He knew that he couldn't explain it at this time, and there was no time to explain it, so he simply said to her: "I'm sorry, I made a slip of the tongue. At this moment of life and death, my brain was not enough, and my hands were stiff, and I couldn't feel anything."

"Oh, I think that's your truth."

"Anyway, I'll apologize to you later. Please help me visually observe the Siren. This is a supply transport boat. It doesn't have a large-range radar. I need your judgment to direct my direction."

Jeanbal lazily leaned back in his seat and said, "No need. Your ship is much faster than the Siren. Just go straight ahead and the Siren will soon be unable to catch up."

"No." Liu Cheng rejected it outright and explained, "As long as the Sirens exist in the Mediterranean, they are a potential danger. I want to lead them away to reduce the pressure on the front battlefield, but I can't let them leave the battlefield and wander around the Mediterranean to hurt people. So I have to delay for a while and lead them back to destroy them. Please help me."

Bal was startled by Liu Cheng's words. Her red eyes glanced at Liu Cheng's slightly chubby face, which looked so handsome and resolute. Her voice was no longer cold, but gentle: "Aren't you afraid? If this boat is hit by a cannon, you will be smashed to pieces."

"You have fought bravely until now without flinching, and I am a marine, so of course I am not afraid."

"Left, full rudder!"

After hearing what Jean Bart said, Liu Cheng turned left without hesitation. The boat drew a huge arc on the sea. The waves raised by the hull were nothing compared to the water columns splashed by the shells falling on the edge of the boat. The water splashed on the front glass of the cockpit, which was really a close call.

"Ok?"

Liu Cheng said without hesitation: "Of course."

"But I noticed your hands were shaking."

"..."

It would be a lie to say that he wasn't nervous. Even though Liu Cheng had been in the navy for more than two years, this was his first time on the battlefield. It was his first time facing the Sirens, a terrifying enemy that had massacred a third of the population. Hundreds of caliber naval guns were exploding less than a few dozen meters away from him. He was on the brink of life and death.

How could you not be nervous?

More importantly, Liu Cheng was still thinking about the battle of Zara and the others not far away, and even the situation in Sicily. Under such pressure and sense of responsibility, his hands were only shaking a little, which was already very impressive.

Liu Cheng didn't want to make Barr, who already looked so bad, worry any more, so he said nonsense: "Actually, it's because I'm too excited. It's my first time fighting side by side with a ship girl, and she's a super beauty like you, beautiful and with a good figure. It's hard not to have some wild thoughts. Maybe I can repay you for saving my life with my body. I'm a little excited just thinking about it..."

"I don't need your comfort."

Jeanbal interrupted Liu Cheng. Of course she could tell whether it was a joke to lighten the atmosphere or a frivolous sincere remark. Moreover, now she has found the meaning of life again. Even such weak humans are trying to do their part for the battlefield. How can she sink? Just like Liu Cheng said, a disabled person is better than a dead person. As long as you are alive, there is hope.

Liu Cheng curled his lips in embarrassment, and then he suddenly felt something cold and warm on his hand - it was Jeanbal who, despite his aching body, moved towards Liu Cheng and grabbed his right hand that was holding the steering wheel.

"Don't be nervous, I'm here, we'll fight side by side."

Liu Cheng subconsciously turned his head and saw Jean Bart's face covered with water stains and soot. His red eyes sparkled like gemstones. "I should be the one saying this. I'm here. Let's fight side by side."

"Don't be distracted, turn left."

"clear."

"There is a Siren trying to outflank us from the right front. It's a mass-produced ship, and the turret's rotation speed is limited. Just charge over it."

"We can't speed up any more, or we might capsize."

"Then turn left and turn around."

"Hold on tight, I'm going to make a sharp turn."

"Full rudder!"

With the tacit cooperation of the two, the small boat floated lightly around in the Sirens' artillery fire and encirclement like a fallen leaf, successfully diverting a part of the Sirens' attention. However, as more and more Sirens paid attention to them, the space for the small boat, which had no ability to fight back, to dodge became less and less.

"Turn left," Jean Bart said without question.

"There's a siren over there!"

"Listen to me, turn left!"

"Wait!"

Liu Cheng tightly gripped the steering wheel. He glanced at Jean Bart, who was trying to adjust the direction, his black eyes sparkling: "Do you believe me, Jean Bart?"

The long-depleted Mind Cube suddenly trembled, and Bal's eyes were now filled with Liu Cheng's resolute face. Almost without hesitation, she gave up the idea of ​​exerting force and said, "I believe you."

"Then I will take you alive!"

As Liu Cheng spoke, he suddenly turned the steering wheel in the other direction of the battlefield. The shell landed very close to the side of the boat and smashed half of the fence, but at least the power was still there. After completing the turn, it accelerated rapidly and sped away in the opposite direction of the battlefield on the Sardinian side.

Jean Bart tightly grasped Liu Cheng's hand, her thin lips pursed until they turned pale. If she was not completely focused on Liu Cheng and the battlefield, but could have distracted herself to check her own condition, she would have discovered that the mind cube in her body, which had originally become dim, began to slowly emit light again, and the power that had been squeezed out began to be pumped out from the core again, gradually seeping into Jean Bart's limbs and bones, relieving the pain everywhere in her broken body.

When she noticed it, Jeanbal suddenly realized something. She looked at Liu Cheng's focused face and suddenly asked, "Stupid guy, can I trust you?"

"of course can."

Liu Cheng responded casually, and then he felt two cold lips pressed against his dry lips, making Jean Bart close his eyes tightly. His flaxen hair brushed against Liu Cheng's cheek. Before Liu Cheng had time to savor this kiss with the salty taste of sea water, a faint blue light emanated from Jean Bart's body, resonating with Liu Cheng's body, gradually expanding, completely covering the two of them, until it enveloped the entire boat.

Chapter 55 So I Became Your Commander

Liu Cheng's sight was blocked by Jean Bart's beautiful face, but it didn't matter. Now Liu Cheng no longer needed to use his eyes to observe the surrounding situation. He felt like a captain, and Jean Bart was the ship he was driving. He didn't need to give specific commands. He could control it with just a thought.

This was not the first time that Liu Cheng had felt this way. He had the same feeling the last time he saw Ron's voice. He knew that he was still on the battlefield, with as many as six Sirens chasing the boat he and Jean Bart were driving. If he was not careful, he might be hit by the naval guns and be killed. But everything around him seemed to have stopped. Liu Cheng seemed to have temporarily pulled himself out of a space and entered another indescribable world.

This is a port, or to be more precise, a shipyard, because Liu Cheng can see a nearly completed giant steel ship anchored in the open sea with various machines and gantries. It has a slender hull and a beautiful bridge, and its half-installed main guns are flashing a cold light. If such a powerful warship appears on the battlefield, it will definitely be the backbone force that can reverse the battlefield situation.

However, if you zoom in, you can see that this battleship is not as beautiful as it looked from afar just now. It can even be said to be dilapidated.

There were shocking cracks all over the steel hull, the muzzles of the main guns were filled with gunpowder and saltpeter from excessive firing, the already bent barrels could be completely scrapped at any time, and the most critical part was the heart of the hull, which was at risk of being completely destroyed.

The steam boiler filled with black smoke emitted strange roars. No matter how hard it burned, it could no longer provide any power for the battleship.

This is not a brand new battleship waiting to be shipped out of the factory, but one that is almost beyond repair after experiencing brutal battles. If it were not for the rigidity of the steel itself still supporting it, this battleship would have disintegrated and sunk into the ocean long ago. Even so, it is only barely floating on the water and trying to survive.

"Jean Bart, is this you?"

No one answered Liu Cheng's question.

But he actually already knew the answer. The so-called rescue of a disabled person did not make Bal ungrateful, but was just self-deprecating after she knew the current situation.

"what should I do?"

Still no one answered Liu Cheng's question.

In other words, Jean Bart had already told Liu Cheng the answer long before.

"Really? You trust me if you want, but you still scold me. You took my precious second time away from me... I don't want to become a martyr under the Siren cannon after I regain consciousness..."

Liu Cheng didn't know what state he was in now. He stopped on the deck of the battleship with a thought, walked along the corridor, and gently stroked the shattered hull. A soldier's life is almost over when she can't return to the battlefield, so if you want to save her, you should let her return to the battlefield.

"Jeanbar, since you trust me, I am now the commander of this warship."

Liu Cheng touched Jean Bart's bridge, it was a wonderful feeling. When he fought side by side with Jean Bart before, there was a tacit understanding that did not need words. Now he felt that they were in tune with each other. He could feel the state of the entire warship just by standing on the deck - the hull was cracked, the transmission system was damaged, the muzzle was deformed, stress failure... The most important thing was that the core power system was almost completely scrapped and could no longer output any power. The place where the battleship's steam engine was originally placed was replaced by the gas turbine that Liu Cheng was familiar with, and it was emitting a misty blue light.

Without any reason, Liu Cheng realized that this was neither a steam engine nor a gas turbine, but the Mind Cube that was the core of the ship. However, as the chief engineer and electrical engineer, he was very familiar with the power and electrical equipment of modern ships, so the Mind Cube became the form that he was most familiar with, and the form that he could try his best to repair.

Tools appeared in his hands, and Liu Cheng began to work hard to tidy up the pipes one by one, as if he was caressing Jean Bart's soft skin, carefully welding the broken parts of the engine together until no trace of the weld could be seen. The roaring sound was the resonance of Jean Bart's fragrant chest. Liu Cheng's clothes were stained with sweat and engine oil. The breeze blew away the heat on his body in time. It was Jean Bart's slender hands with distinct joints...

The breeze is silent, the ship is speechless, and the man and the ship silently accompany each other under this dark blue light.

Repairing the power system, mending the hull, re-welding the muzzles... As an outstanding naval officer who was able to participate in exchange service, Liu Cheng used the knowledge he had mastered to meticulously restore the dilapidated ship to its original appearance bit by bit.

Until the last bit of waterproof paint was brushed on the bridge, Liu Cheng put down the paint bucket in his hand, looked at the appearance of the bridge with satisfaction, and murmured: "It shouldn't be uglier than before."

"Stupid guy, why are you always focusing on such strange things?"

"If you keep scolding me, I'll paint a clown pattern on your bridge."

Liu Cheng turned around and saw Jean Bart who had spoken standing behind him. He was not the ragged and miserable man he had seen before. His long flaxen hair was tied into a high ponytail behind his back. Under his long eyelashes were a pair of beautiful ruby ​​eyes. He was tall and slender in his black and red tights, with a pair of snow-white and slender bare legs that had an almost perfect curve.

"What a fool! What a fool! What a fool! What a foolish trust! What a foolish fate..."

As Jeanbart said this, he strode towards Liu Cheng with his arms open.

"Wait, I'm covered in sweat and paint..."

Before Liu Cheng could explain, Jeanbal came up and put his arms around his waist. His red eyes stared deeply at the man in front of him, as if he wanted to imprint his face deeply in the cube of his mind and never forget it forever.

"Hold me, don't you even have the courage to do this?"

"Yes, there are."

Liu Cheng hugged Jeanbart's slender and tight waist. The latter stood on tiptoe without any hesitation, and his small, bright red lips found Liu Cheng's slightly opened mouth directly.

The sky is spinning, the earth is spinning, the clearness is lingering.

When Liu Cheng opened his eyes, what he saw was not only the beautiful face that made Bal blush, but also the familiar boat and the splashes of water exploding around him. It seemed like a long time had passed, but in fact it was only a moment.

When his lips parted, some color returned to Bal's pale face.

"I think I have lived up to your trust." Liu Cheng asked, "How do you feel?"

"Some of them still need to be nursed back to health..." Jeanbal moved his wrist. The Mind Cube had regained its vitality and even become stronger. Compared to it, everything else was nothing. "But it's no problem to take care of the six bastards outside."

"It seems that you won't be needed."

Liu Cheng looked to the distance and saw a cannonball coming and accurately blew a Siren into pieces. The ship girls in iron-black uniforms came walking on the sea.

The purpose of the Iron Blood has always been to solve the current predicament with reasonable means, and they would never want to hurt their fellow shipgirls, so how could they just defend the Sea of ​​Gibraltar?

Gorge, instead of coming to rescue Jean Bart.

Liu Cheng thought of this, which is why he went against the goal of preventing the Siren from leaving the battlefield and accelerated in the opposite direction.

He said he would bring Baal back alive.

Chapter 56: The greater the responsibility, the greater the responsibility

Hu Teng looked at the boat with complicated eyes, especially Liu Cheng on the boat. The moment she noticed his presence, Hu Teng knew that this operation was likely to have been in vain. But for some reason, she did not feel any shame or annoyance for having done useless work. Instead, she looked at Liu Cheng's face with some emotion. Could it be that Tirpitz's ability to judge people was so accurate? Is this the poisonous power called trust?

The reason why it is highly poisonous is that once it touches the body, it will begin to seep into the internal organs and there is no way to reverse it.

Hu Teng stood on the sea outside the transport boat and glanced at Liu Cheng, then said to Jean Bart: "Why are you in such a mess? Where is your fleet? There is no way that Sirens of this magnitude can do anything to your fleet."

Jean Bart said lightly: "I asked them to retreat and seek help first. I should bear the responsibility for the decision I made."

Hu Teng shook his head and said meaningfully, "You are too willful."

"Maybe."

Ron, who had just dealt with a Siren mass-produced ship, also sailed near the small boat. She looked at the ragged Jean Bart with some hostility. This woman even shamelessly stuck to Liu Cheng. Seeing this scene, Ron felt that the pressure that he had just relieved was accumulating again.

"What happened? You're not hurt?"

"Fortunately, I was rescued by a human." Jeanbal said casually. Ron had a good relationship with her. After all, they were both straightforward warriors.

"I didn't ask you." Ron looked at their hands still clasped together and said to Liu Cheng, "Why didn't you tell me? Did you want to make me uneasy by doing such a dangerous thing?"

Liu Cheng had no choice but to say: "I'm fine, right?"

"My hair is wet."

"well enough."

Ron wanted to climb aboard to wipe Liu Cheng's hair and separate him from Jean Bart, as it was really inappropriate for them to stick together like this. But at this time, Hu Tengyuefeiqun⑥⑨④九三六一３５ called her to eliminate the remaining Sirens.

"These guys who bullied you are really - unforgivable!"

Ron muttered with dark eyes, then smiled gently and said to Liu Cheng, "No one can bully you. I will come to you after I deal with these guys."

"Well, be careful."

"Oh, they are the ones who need to be careful."

Ron pressed his knuckles. Since he had some jealous resentment in his heart, he could only vent it on these monsters.

Jeanbal looked at Ron's back, then turned to Liu Cheng and asked, "Aren't you a soldier from Sardinia?"

"Yes." Liu Cheng said.

"You know Ron too?"

"She and I...are close friends. I've also seen her mind cube."

Jeanbal blinked and looked at Liu Cheng with a complicated expression: "You are unexpectedly busy."

Liu Cheng laughed and said, "The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, so the responsibility becomes greater and greater."

On the other side, Hutten stretched out a huge ship suit that looked like a black dragon and a spider. The cannon fire from the dragon's mouth ruthlessly crushed a Siren mass-produced ship that barely had a human form. While stretching out her invincible figure on the battlefield, she contacted Prince Eugen: "Eugen, the situation has changed. The Sardinian ship girl appeared at the scene of the attack on Iris. Liu Cheng saved Jean Bart. The Glorious March may have failed."

"Repeat, situation..."

"No need to repeat, I heard it." Prince Eugen was on the iron-blooded Habsburg-class destroyer at this time, also heading towards the place where Iris was attacked. When she heard the news from Hutten, she couldn't help but look at her palm. It was this slender, white and powerful hand that once slapped Liu Cheng on the cheek, making her recall the feeling of indulgence and happiness.

"Hu Teng, you may not believe this, but I was not surprised at all after hearing your news. Maybe I subconsciously believed that Liu Cheng's existence would inevitably affect our plan."