Yes, after that there was a serious accident.

According to later investigations, it was said that there was a problem with the excitation device of the artillery.

It was supposed to be a device to disarm the electronic fuse of the training projectile, but due to excessive wear and tear, a current that exceeded the rated range was released at that time, and the electronic fuse on the warhead was directly activated.

At that time, in the chamber of the gun, it happened to be an OF-412 high-explosive shell, which exploded in the chamber in an instant.

Even after the charge was cut, the power of the explosion still stuck with me.

The loader and I were fine, except for Viktoria, who was sitting next to the gun, who was seriously wounded and carried away on a stretcher.

Damn, if only I hadn't been so anxious to start the chariot.

The responsibility for the accident is not counted on me, and it is all blamed on the quality of the equipment, but the real cause is clear to everyone.

Viktoria was taken to a distant hospital, where, according to doctors, she suffered a serious injury to her right eye, from which she may never recover.

That is, it is almost impossible for her to participate in the battle lane again.

I didn't go to see her, because she wouldn't blame me, she would just blame herself for all the faults.

I was afraid of being hurt by her tenderness, so I didn't dare to face her.

Although I was able to resume training at school shortly after, I didn't want to practice at all.

What's the point of not having her lane! I don't want to see the battle lane anymore!

I can't go back to Russia like this, and my family will probably be disappointed in me. So I chose to escape, dropped out of the truth, and came to a school where there was no battle lane.

This is the Oarai Women's College, which has its own academy ship, but it has no battle lane, so it can be said that it is the best place to escape.

I gave up my original identity, my original name, and came here.

Angelina has disappeared, and now I am Shoko Yamaguchi.

Yamaguchi is my mother's last name, and Shoko is the nickname she usually calls me.

With my Asian appearance, I didn't attract anyone's attention and blended into Oarai very plainly.

I don't know at some point, but I started to become withdrawn and didn't want to talk to people at all.

Because of my loneliness, no one in the school was willing to talk to me. But that's fine, just let me rot like this alone.

I went to school mechanically every day as if I had been forgotten, went home, and went back to school.

Just when I thought I was going to be like this, staying here until I graduated, the school suddenly decided to return to the playing lane, and was about to play a practice match against St. Gloriana.

I still haven't been able to get away with it completely, but it doesn't matter anymore, the battle lane or something.

……

I don't know why, but on the day of the game, I still went to watch it, maybe I still longed for the battle lane in my heart.

Forget it, just take a look.

The live broadcast of the game soon began, and to my surprise, I saw a familiar figure.

She had long silver hair, emerald green eyes, and a petite figure, but I knew she wasn't Victoria.

According to the introduction on the screen, I know that her name is Su Baiyu.

Even though I know she's not Victoria, she's so similar to Victoria that I can't help but pay attention to her.

The game started soon, and the lineup on Oarai's side was really miserable, and the chariots were all made in all countries. And it should be that all the chariots that can be found are used, even such things as eight (harmony) and nine styles.

Oarai wouldn't want to use this kind of chariot to participate in the competition, would he want to fight those four schools with this kind of combat power?

The tactics on both sides were very confused, and in short, in the end, only Su Baiyu's T-34/85 and Captain Saint Gloriana's Churchill VII remained.

Su Baiyu showed amazing artillery skills, and even when she was traveling at high speed, she could easily hit her opponent. And her chariot is always able to dodge enemy attacks at critical moments.

With her superb skills, she easily took out the captain of St. Gloriana, which made me even more interested in her.

Later, I researched her profile. Although she doesn't look like it at all, she is a real Chinese. According to her, she is of ethnic Chinese Russia with Slavic origin.

She's a wealthy lady who, like me, has been practicing the battle lane since she was a child, but she's more of a gunner.

Like Victoria, they are all gunners.

Later, I learned that she was recruiting a commander, and that she didn't require any experience at all, as long as she could observe her surroundings.

I've already decided not to participate in the battle lane, so why am I so excited?

I hesitated for a long time, but finally decided to go and have a look.

It was the first time I met her in person, when she was chatting with her crew in front of the tank.

When I asked to join her crew, she quickly agreed.

She was a child as kind as Victoria, and even though I couldn't be more suspicious, she never doubted me.

Even if she pretends to be mature, she often shows her childlike side, which is very similar to Victoria.

She also cares about other people, and is a fool who will rush out in the pouring rain to find someone, even if she is put in an ambulance the next day, she has not complained in the slightest.

I saw in her the same persistence as Victoria. She will not give up at any time, and she will win one game after another with a team like Dawashi.

During the competition, I gradually regained the feeling I had at the beginning.

I feel happy with her, even if I don't say anything, just like when I was with Viktoria.

After all, she's the same kind of person as Victoria.

Later in the match against Sandas, she made the decision to ram the Sandas flag cart with her own vehicle.

It's very dangerous, and I can't help but think of the accident in the first place. I tried to stop her, but looking at her determined eyes, I couldn't speak.

The moment the chariot rushed down the hill, my instincts told me that she must be hurt.

This time I didn't hesitate and went up and hugged her.

It hurts, it hurts, my arm is probably broken, but it's nothing compared to what Viktoria endured back then.

Looking at her surprised look, I suddenly felt that everything I had done was worth it.

This time, I did.

Already, there is nothing to be afraid of! (To be continued.) )