early morning

Leaning on his seat and closing his eyes, Jiqi opened his eyes suddenly, his pupils reflected the rising sun, and golden points of light illuminated the entire dilapidated wooden house. This is how he spent the night last night, sitting quietly on this wooden chair, and taking on the duty of keeping vigil.

He did not dare to let his guard down in the slightest, because the tragic lessons of the past had taught him that sometimes believing others was harming himself. So even though Richelieu told him that there was no need to stay for the vigil, he chose to stay, along with the former assistant of the avant-garde, Packa.

The two spent their first night on the front line in a wooden hut known as the command post, accompanied by the ship's wives outside the door. Originally, Lexington wanted to let his admiral go back to sleep in the cabin of the ship, but he had to give up because of the disagreement of the prayer.

Jiqi didn't want to make anything special, everyone else chose to stay and keep vigil, if he went back to the cabin to sleep alone, I'm afraid he would be blinded by the girl in the three-color dress. After all, in her eyes, she is a vase without the slightest ability, otherwise she would not have always firmly grasped the command in her hands, and she was unwilling to hand it over to herself.

Giving command of the front to an admiral who could not fight was probably Richelieu's biggest mistake.

Jiqi stood up, exhaled vigorously, and pushed open the wooden door in front of him.

Lexington was already flying the sea fangs on his ship's armor plates, conducting a pre-battle reconnaissance operation, his golden wings gliding high in the air, drawing graceful arcs against the morning light.

Bismarck, on the other hand, had already unfurled his ship, waiting for the order to fight.

"Admiral, Saratoga and I have scouted the surroundings carefully, and we have not found any traces of the deep sea in the surroundings." Lexington reported that in order to protect Jiqi's safety, she stayed up all night with her sister and took turns to scout with their respective carrier-based aircraft.

Although there is some fatigue now, it is necessary to do this in extraordinary times, and no one dares to guarantee that there will not be another incident of deep-sea raids, and the last defeat was caused by a mistake in the vigil.

"I see." Jiqi nodded slightly, looking at the calm sea in the distance, his expression was a little solemn.

The other party's posture shows that he is very confident in his own strength, otherwise he would not even be able to see the shadow of the deep sea around. Like a knight who has kept his promise, waiting for the master of the human fleet.

I just hope that this battle will really be won as I imagined. Ji Qi clenched his fists and said hard in his heart.

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Royal Naval College

Cecicar looked at the report in front of him in a daze, and the vicissitudes of life were filled with the sadness of falling leaves.

This battle led to the sacrifice of countless admirals and ship girls on the front line, but the 38th parallel, which symbolized the truce, was still continuously delayed by the deep sea, and the territorial waters that were originally under the control of humans also became all the land in the deep sea.

And what is written in the report is the pension waiting for approval. This is the academy and the governor's palace to the front-line admiral, the admiral who died in the battle and his family can receive a large amount of resources as compensation, but seeing the names on the report, the old man who is about to step into the grave still breathes cold.

It is said that one will succeed and ten thousand bones will wither, but who knows how much price it will take to achieve that success. He had paid such a heavy price at the beginning, he looked at the photo on the table and sighed softly.

The photo glowed golden in the morning light, and the girl with the paper umbrella seemed to have been looking at him in a daze, wanting a final answer.

He knew that he was still too immature at that time, and he couldn't even give the last comfort to the girl who was ruthlessly abandoned by him. Although he made the most correct choice at that time, sacrificing a shipwright to protect everyone else, and even winning the final victory in the battle, he forgot. Some things can never be measured in quantity, and even one who dies at his own hands will be constantly tormented by conscience.

And Yamato was a hurdle that he Cessikar could not overcome, like a tenacious stone, until he stepped into the grave.

He sighed slightly, picked up the hot tea prepared on the desk and took a sip, the crisp tea ran down his throat, and the tea leaves floating on it carried the nascent emerald green.

"Cecicar." There was a sudden knock on the door, and an old voice appeared throughout the room.

Cecicar jerked his head up, his withered face showing disbelief as he saw a face that shouldn't have been, and the other man chuckled at him with the warmth of an old friend.

"Cecicar, we're meeting again." Carmel wore a crisp suit, and the old man who was about to enter the abyss of death was getting younger and younger under the backdrop of this suit, like a radiant ancient tree, with full vitality.

"Carmel, this doesn't seem like the place you should be, you're a wanted man in the Doge's Palace." Cessica took a deep breath to calm himself down and sat down in a wooden chair with soft cushions, his trembling hands groping for something under his desk.

He knew that since the other party dared to appear, there must be a reason, and the biggest reason was probably to send his dean, who had the same name as him, to the grave.

Although he didn't know where the other party got the courage to dare to appear so swaggeringly, judging from the recent situation in the Governor's Palace, the behemoth that was once notorious in the hands of the avant-garde has become a mound tiger that everyone can come up and step on, even if it still has its own sharp teeth and claws, but it no longer has a strong backbone to support it.

Could it be that the current Governor's Mansion has been completely mastered by the madman in front of him? Secicar had the worst conjecture in his mind.

"Cessica, now that I am no longer a wanted man in the Doge's Palace, but one of the twelve councillors, I can now walk outside in a proper way." Macarren sat on the couch and poured herself a cup of hot tea, "You know what? Akagi is qualified as a ship's mother, but as the secretary general of the Governor's Palace, she is too weak. ”

"So you've bought everybody?" Cecikar clenched the pistol in his hand and asked angrily, he knew the methods of this madman in front of him, and in order to hide his plan, he did not hesitate to kill that excellent admiral Xu Kai, and even planned to use his own hands to gather prayers. Although he was unsuccessful in the end, his thunderous retreat evaded the pursuit of the avant-garde.

I thought that the two would never meet like this, but I didn't expect that the other party was a dormant poisonous snake, waiting for the opportunity to kill with one blow in the cold winter. And now the appearance of Mecarron indicates that he is fully prepared to destroy this world.

"No, it's not called buying, it's just a swap of interests." Mercaron shook her head with a sinister smile, her old pupils radiating the light of life. For the sake of this moment, he had given everything he had to the devil, drank the forbidden poison, and exchanged it for the vitality of his youth.

Governor's Palace, wait, and I will let you witness the end of the whole world. He said hard and hard in his heart.