The Disqualified Commander of the Abandoned Shipgirl

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Lin Shen's voice was as steady as ever, as if it had the power to soothe people's hearts.

"I chose you to protect my safety because I trust you. Because I trust you, you must also trust yourself and not let me down. They are just a few enemies, nothing at all. Just run, I'll cover you..."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Shen lowered his head again as if he had fallen asleep.

In fact, he was constantly suppressing the dizziness that was coming from the soul level.

But to McCall, it made no difference that Lin Shen was unconscious.

“Commander? Commander——!!”

McCall's face was filled with panic as he began to try to dodge the shells from the pursuers behind him.

She never thought that she would still face this situation.

Obviously, this task should be given to Glasgow or Lafite.

But if that were the case, she would definitely be on the front line.

That doesn't seem good either.

However, she was still not fully prepared, but the huge burden fell upon her.

They were far away from Glasgow at the moment.

Even turning around to provide support would take some time.

And these times are quite fatal to Lin Shen and McCall.

If the latter made a mistake, the two of them would definitely never see the sun tomorrow.

McCall tilted his head again to take a look at Lin Shen's condition.

He is still in a coma...

What do you mean by a guarantee? Isn't this completely unavailable?

And he said he believed in something.

In fact, McCall himself didn't believe in himself at all.

It is still like this today.

She really didn't know why Lin Shen would just show such trust.

He directly tied his safety to her...

For Lin Shen, even if he threw her to the front line.

It's better than tying your own safety to hers.

But Lin Shen didn't do that.

He still put McCall at the back.

The position with the least combat.

However, his fleet had ceased to be stable since a while ago, so there was no theoretically stable rear at all.

The fleet is always facing the threat of battle and enemies——

McCall only realized this at this time.

...So, the weight of trust is really too heavy.

The distance between the two sides is still shrinking.

McCall moved Lin Shen, who was on his back, into his arms and held him.

Then he released all five senses and judged every shell flying from behind.

“Ahh… It’s so troublesome…”

McCall took out a popsicle from the ship's space and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

Although it was winter, the chill brought by the popsicle could still quickly calm her mind.

Next…

Just dodge the cannonballs from the vanguard fleet, the light-flight fighters, and the straddle-fire guns from the battleships...

Too much.

So complicated……

But it is not completely unavoidable.

You can still give it a try.

If it really doesn’t work… let’s talk about it later.

147. The retreat routes will gradually decrease

Shells kept whizzing past my ears.

Then a big crater was left on the ground.

McCall bit the popsicle tightly in his mouth and nimbly moved out from among the pile of shells.

With the blessing of the five senses brought by the soul network and his own abilities, McCall's reaction speed has actually been improved.

As for speed.

Although it is impossible to completely avoid the pursuit of the fleet behind.

But if you delay time as much as possible, don't fight, and focus on retreating and hiding.

It can still be dragged on.

At least, it shouldn't be a big problem for them to hold out until Glasgow and return to support.

Or at least, they could barely run to Glasgow, where they could reach it at the moment.

McCall had done his best anyway.

She felt that her lazy nerves had been stretched to the limit.

It's like a rubber band, constantly being stretched.

Although the rubber band can be stretched as far as possible.

But there are still limits.

McCall clearly felt that he was reaching that limit.

She rolled to the side while holding Lin Shen in her arms, and the impact of the shell hit her back directly.

Although there was no direct hit, the shock wave caused by the shells fired from the ship was quite painful.

And this thing is area damage.

As long as the spirit is squeezed to the point close to the limit, the reaction will be a little slower.

Or if your legs are a little slow.

It's easy to be affected.

"boom--"

Another shock.

McCall rushed out from under the flying dust in a panic.

What a terrible situation...

She thought with a frown.

And it really hurts...

I felt like my skin and flesh were about to be shaken apart.

If it weren't for the protection of the ship suit.

My small body would have been gone long ago.

And how long can the ship suit protect her...

Three times? Four times?

Not sure.

In short, not much.

And the distance...

There is one more paragraph.

Can I still get over it?

Glasgow seems to be getting closer.

I don’t know if it’s too late.

For McCall at this time, she seemed to be pushed into an event full of uncertainty.

If he wasn't careful, Lin Shen might be hanged on him.

What a terrible future.

McCall spat out the completely melted popsicle, then continued running with Lin Shen in his arms, still maintaining a high level of dodging and roundabout movements.

Until her spirit was stretched to the point where she was almost on the verge of collapse.

Finally, the rubber band representing attention broke.

McCall's movements suddenly stopped, and the shell behind her hit her directly on the back.

"Well--"

The pain from being hit directly is much more severe than the shock from the aftermath.

McCall tried his best to protect Lin Shen, and the two of them rolled several times towards the abandoned building next to them.

The violent shaking seemed to wake Lin Shen up.

"Commander, you finally woke up?"

McCall asked with a very pessimistic tone of voice and a slouch on his face.

"How was your rest?"

"It's very bad. I still feel like vomiting now."

"Then you're going to use soul power like that?"