Even if we know the method, we must not change the past, we must not change the possibility of existence into an established reality, the future is unpredictable, it is impossible to repeat, it is precisely because of this that people can accept all kinds of pain, misfortune and flying disasters, and move forward......

But sometimes Tirbitz would have an idea in his mind, "If I can grow up as soon as possible, neither my sister nor my captain will become like that......"

"It's really ......" Tirbitz shook his head, looked at Cheng Hao, who hadn't noticed her arrival at all, sighed, and put a cup of steaming coffee on the table next to him.

"When did you start to be so sentimental...... Sure enough, peace is the best way to kill a warrior's morale...... But that doesn't seem like a good feeling? ”

Tirpitz couldn't help but think that even if countless thoughts came to her mind, she would always be plain in front of the captain, as if her sister's death had been gradually forgotten by her.

However, where is there a real forgetting in this world, every deliberate forgetting is just an unintentional memory, inadvertently remembering the memories of the past......

It seems that I can still hear my sister's reprimand for hating iron and steel, but now that I have grown to be as strong as my sister, the sister who used to be by my side is no longer there......

Looking at the surprised Cheng Hao, Tirpitz smiled slightly, expelled those unrealistic thoughts in his mind, and said in a soft voice, "Sir, what are you thinking?" ''

Looking at Cheng Hao's surprised gaze at the bouquet of flowers he was holding in his hand, Tirbitz smiled helplessly, "This bouquet of flowers...... Please don't take it personally. It's just a prop to wake up to yourself......"

"People change. Time, events, circumstances... There are countless conditions that can be changed. The reason for my change is only one of them......"

Hearing Tirpitz's answer, Cheng Hao only nodded blankly, not knowing how to answer.

Whether it is the photo album that appears here again or in front of him, it gives Cheng Hao a sense of unreality,

Looking at Tirpitz in front of him, Cheng Hao was a little confused for a while, if this is the real world, how to explain the photo album and the girl in front of him?

He was already very tired, from the beginning of the inexplicable crossing, the burden on his body made him have to wear a tight mask, after the Battle of Denmark, this feeling became even stronger, with his own power, can he really change history?

Could Bismarck's fate really be changed? Just like Gungnier, it is fate that a throw will hit the target......

In the Danish naval battle, Bismarck was hit in the fuel tank, which is also a doomed fate, of course, all this is now for Lütjans and others, but for Cheng Hao, these are all in the past......

He is a person who lives in the past, and every minute and second of those people is not the present for Cheng Hao, let alone the future, these are all in the past...... It's history that has already happened once...... It's fate......

A fate that cannot be changed......

The tense nerves that had been tense for a long time naturally relaxed when they saw the girl in front of them, and the deeper tiredness that followed was not so much physical as mental confusion......

"Can you really change history?"

"Tirpitz, you said if we could go back in time...... Can history be changed? ”

Tirpitz was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect Cheng Hao to ask this question, hesitated for a moment, Tirpitz replied firmly, "If I can go back to that time, no matter how many times I fail, I must change, if it doesn't work once, it will be a hundred times, if it doesn't work a hundred times, it will be a thousand times, if it doesn't work a thousand times, if it doesn't work a thousand times, it will be ten thousand times!" ”

Cheng Hao nodded, looking at Tirpitz in front of him who was telling him his firm belief in a flat voice, dressed in a black military uniform, the black mandala in his hand had been deeply pinched by his left hand unconsciously, and his blood-red pupils revealed a firm belief.