Like the light of Genesis, brilliant and brilliant. This is the first time that the avant-garde has shot at the existence of himself who is also a ship girl, the slender and tough sword body directly cuts through the air flow, the sharp tip of the sword is like a falcon eagle falling from a high altitude, and the sharp eagle eyes are like clear water like sword light and sword shadow.

The golden blade of the sword approached in the blink of an eye like a rapidly disembarking cannonball. Bismarck shook her head helplessly, as a shipwreck who often fought on the front line, she never showed mercy to the deep sea, but always had the greatest kindness to her companions. However, now he had to point the knife in his hand at the madman in front of him, a desperate madman.

Drawing the sword hard, the silver blade overflowed with water patterns, and the blade, which was as light as a butterfly's wing, swung close to the tip of his sword, and went straight down the opponent's smooth blade, and the sharp blade slid to the sword. The avant-garde abruptly let go of his sword-gripping hand, tapping the hilt with his palm, allowing the opponent's slash to dissipate the momentum. Five fingers into a fist, hard at the cat-eared girl in front of her, she knew that she could not get cheap in the other party's perennial front-line battle on the ship's mother, and she had to go off the beaten path to have any hope of winning, so when her thin sword was sticky, she immediately decided without the slightest hesitation, because if she hesitated a little in such a battle, she might lose.

Bismarck raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he didn't expect the other party to be so decisive, but then shook his head and sneered. I do see your enlightenment, but the gap between you and me is still too huge. She parried with her cross-arm and her surprise blow was easily blocked, then elbowed her down the avant-garde's wrist to her cheek.

"You've lost." Her elbows rested only a fraction of a minute from the other's cheeks, the splash of air curling the strands of avant-garde hair hanging down her forehead, and the cold wind blew violently past her ears.

The avant-garde looked at the command sword stuck diagonally on the ground, and the opponent's elbow that stopped on the side of his face, gasped hard, and then gritted his teeth and raised his arm to break away from Bismarck's hand, and his right hand clenched his fist and struck directly with a fierce wind. "Bismarck, I said I wouldn't throw in the towel!" She knew that there was a gap between herself and the other party, but she didn't expect that the gap between them would be so big, and even the other party only needed one blow to take herself down.

"Maniac." Bismarck snorted coldly, raised his hand to squeeze the fist that the defender had hit, and slammed his right hand into the abdomen, making her bend weakly and lose the ability to struggle. "Can I calm you down now, avant-garde?" She lowered her head to look at this figure who wanted to continue, she didn't know what was going on, she could make the other party so desperate.

"Not enough, not enough!" The avant-garde screamed and swung his fists, with the last of his desperation, and his hoarse voice was heartbreaking. "It's not enough, I said ......"

Bismarck grabbed her swinging wrist and threw the avant-garde to the ground with a side throw. "Avant-garde sober, okay? I thought you were just here to see my friend who used to fight with you, but I didn't expect you to become like a madman. She shook her head condescendingly, her red pupils shining with sympathy.

"Crazy?" Hearing the words, the avant-garde lay on the ground limply and laughed as if he had heard some kind of joke. "If you're going through the same thing as me, you'll know why I'm like this, you'll never understand what it's like to be without an Admiral, and you'll never know what despair is when you're called one of the strongest." She stared at the sky with vacant eyes, her eyes filled with tears to the point of overflowing. She looked at the familiar face above her head, and cried: "Bismarck, I have never begged anyone and the ship's mother in my life, and this time I will beg you, okay?" Come back to my town guard mansion with me? ”

"Qianwei, you weren't like this before, when you thought of what you did when you first became a secretary ship, you were resolute, and you only had confidence in your eyes, and now you are powerless, it's like two people." Bismarck looked at her tearful maiden and didn't know what to say. "If that's what you look like after you sign a contract with your admiral, I don't think it's worth it for you."

"What the do you know!" Like an angry lion, the avant-garde got up and grabbed Bismarck's collar violently, and his sea-blue eyes looked at the girl in front of him fiercely, "You can say anything about me, if you dare to say a word about my admiral, I will drag you to be buried even if I die." She said it to the end, her voice low as if whispering, but no one doubted the determination in her tone. She unfurled her ship again, her silver-white four main guns pointed directly at Bismarck, their dark muzzles glowing with orange fire, as if they could be razed to the ground at any moment.

"Bismarck, remember, my admiral is not your turn to evaluate, if you dare to say a bad word about him, I will definitely say what I just said, do it." She stared at Bismarck viciously, her expression fierce. Like an outlaw, he may fight for his life at any time.

"Okay, okay," Bismarck shrugged as he looked at the girl in front of him and shrugged his head to show that he was relenting, "I don't know what's wrong with you, and I don't have any evaluation of your admiral, can we find a place to talk?" Just as your friend, I want to care for you. Is it avant-garde? She exhaled and looked at the avant-garde, waiting for her answer.

The avant-garde watched her be silent for a few seconds, and finally slowly let go of her hand and nodded weakly: "I know, let's talk." She slowly turned and picked up the two command knives on the ground, looking like a loser in frustration, like a dry well with no light in her eyes.

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College bar corner

The avant-garde took the wine glass in front of her and drank it down, the overflowing liquid running down her fair neck, and her reddish cheeks were particularly seductive in the dim light.

"Now can you tell me what's going on with you?" Bismarck took a sip of orange juice from the cup, looked at the girl in front of him who kept numbing himself with alcohol, and sighed helplessly.

"What's going on?" The drunken girl lowered her head and laughed, her voice undulating. "You know what? I lost, I lost completely, and I was never so embarrassed as an avant-garde, like a lost dog. ”

"Lost?" Bismarck raised her eyebrows, she didn't know what the other party meant by losing, she put down the glass and asked softly: "Did you fail to go to sea?" ”

"Failure? Not only failure, but it was simply the greatest shame of my life! With that, she slammed the goblet in her hand into the table, indignant and powerless, like a child who had lost everything. Do you know? We went out to sea and met the deep sea perch, the one who easily destroyed countless towns. ”

"Deep Sea Habitat?" Bismarck was stunned, she had heard of such a being, and had heard more than once of her strength and cruelty. "You lost, didn't you?" She knew that there might be no other way but to run away.

"Lost?" The avant-garde looked up at her with a bitter smile. "Of course I lost, I lost completely, and I lost all our admirals, do you think I'm useless, obviously ...... The shipwreck who protected the Admiral ended up asking him to exchange his life for our livelihood, and the entire town guard was saved under his protection, and he ...... But he disappeared forever into the depths of the sea. Speaking of this, the avant-garde lay on the table weakly and wept bitterly, and his red and swollen eyes were occupied by tears. Bismarck, tell me, am I useless, even ...... Even his own admiral can't protect him, even he ...... It can't be protected. ”

Bismarck looked at the weeping girl, and finally knew why she was as fierce as a fried-haired lion when she mentioned her admiral, because her current life was given by the man in her mouth, the fool who could give his life for his own ship.

She took a deep breath in a daze and was silent for a long time. Looking up at the dim light overhead, it was as if I saw the brave appearance of the man. She twitched her nose, her red eyes slightly moistened, and there seemed to be emotion flowing inside.