"It's tough!" Yamato whispered, she didn't expect that this Bismarck, who was much weaker than Yamato, would make her feel deeply powerless, obviously the other party's strength was below her, but this kind of life-fighting treatment actually forced her to restrain her hands and feet, and she didn't dare to really die.

If it weren't for the king's explanation, and for the fact that he still had a slight affection for the brave admiral, Bismarck would have dared to be arrogant in front of me. Yamato waved the knife in his hand to block another deadly attack from the other party, looking at Bismarck, who had fallen into a state of madness, and screamed indignantly in his heart.

"Fight back! You monster! The deep-sea monster that snatched my Admiral! Bismarck roared sharply, with real anger in his words. Obviously, the other party has a strength far beyond her, but she has been dodging and avoiding like this, and she has no intention of fighting herself head-on, which makes her feel very angry.

Am I, Bismarck, not worthy of your seriousness in your eyes? She asked aloud in her heart, but no one answered.

"Monsters?" Yamato trembled as he squeezed the long knife in his hand, the evil purple glowing with a gloom as thick as a dark cloud. "This is more than one time I've heard your ship's mother say such things to me, is this how we exist in your eyes?" She laughed as she spoke, and her voice was full of majestic questioning, like a king questioning a rebel.

"Isn't it?" Bismarck stood there and sneered contemptuously, his face, usually occupied by indifference, now with a deep mockery. She now knew that she had no chance of living, so she simply vented the dissatisfaction and anger in her heart completely. "Otherwise, how can no one love you. It's because you're a bunch of cold monsters with no emotions that you don't understand why we're fighting! She held her left hand alof, and the ring on her finger shimmered in the midday sun, like the brightest star in the night sky, still shining brightly in the sun.

This is the most fundamental reason why she works so hard, because of the love that this deep-sea monster in front of her doesn't understand.

"It's true that we don't quite understand the love that human beings want to die or live." Yamato replied with a sneer, each word with a deep mockery in it. "But if the love you speak of is so great, I don't think your Admiral will abandon you." With that, she looked back out the window, and the bright light outside sprinkled on the rippling sea like passing gravel, and the glow of the waves reflected the darkness of the depths of the sea. "But it's been so long, and your Admiral doesn't seem to have the slightest intention of coming back, so it seems that he is...... I have abandoned you all. What a pitiful bunch of shipwives who are still fighting for a commander who has completely abandoned you. ”

Although her voice is not loud, every word seems to have the ability to make people feel angry.

"I really don't know what kind of love you are talking about, but now it is ridiculous to hear you, an outcast, say such great words." She shook her head and smiled contemptuously, her purple eyes revealing utter pity, as if she was singing a mournful elegy for the shipwives who were about to step into the grave in front of her, each with pity and sadness.

"It's not up to you to make the final say, even if you die because of this, I won't regret it, because this is a power that you have never understood, and it is also the reason why we have persevered." Bismarck hung her head and whispered, she didn't use her strength to argue with the monster what they didn't understand, but as if she had joined countless pyres, the fire that burned in her heart grew more and more intense.

She once again clenched the ship knife in her hand, without any hesitation or hesitation, and rushed straight to the deep sea with a pitiful expression in front of her. The sharp blade slashed directly, just like the previous fight with his life, but there was a little more determination without any doubt.

The deep sea may not understand the weight of love, but he will use the knife in his hand to let them know how the things they laugh at are not to be blasphemed and slandered!

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"Commander Richelieu, how long are we left?" Prince Eugen lay feebly on the side of the ship, looking at the boring and repetitive sea in front of him, and staring into the distance in a daze, as if he wanted to see the town guard she had been waiting for for a long time. The front line they had left in the morning was now almost afternoon, and hours of sailing still didn't seem to have brought the two closer.

"Judging by the map markings, we should be able to reach the other party's town guard at night." Richelieu looked at the map in his hand and, based on his own radar feedback, came to this conclusion.

After all, the distance between the two is not as close as imagined, one is on the front line, and the other is near the governor's palace, although the governor's palace has recently moved to the vicinity of the admiral's town guard mansion because of the avant-garde secretary general, saying that it is convenient for the secretary general's office, but the real purpose is not to be closer to his own admiral.

"So we're going to continue to be in this place for hours except the sea?" Like a deflated ball, Prince Eugen lay helplessly on the deck of the ship, looking at the sky above him, moaning feebly.

"Now it seems that it is." Richelieu nodded, "Could it be that Prince Eugen would like to see that hateful admiral soon?" She couldn't understand Eugen's innocent moan, and though she didn't hate the Admiral very much, she felt a sense of indignation at the thought of his smiling face, as if she were being laughed at. Although I don't know why, I always have the urge to teach him a hard lesson with the fist in my hand.

"By the way, Commander, I went to the Admiral's Town Guard Mansion to see Instructor Bismarck, Commander, what are you going for?" Eugen sat up abruptly and asked curiously like a gossip reporter. She remembered that her commander never seemed to be interested in a particular admiral, but this time it seemed unusual. Although she said that she wanted to teach the noble boy a lesson, looking at her face full of expectation, it seemed that the real answer was not like this.

Could it be that he, a commander who has never had any extra feelings for the admiral, also has a day when spring comes? She looked at the sun hanging high overhead, felt the approaching spring breeze, and confirmed her guess in her heart. Sure enough, spring is coming, and the commander who doesn't usually communicate seems to have his favorite admiral. She snorted and laughed in her heart, her big eyes bent like a clear stream.

"I ...... Didn't I say that? It's to teach that hateful admiral a good lesson, and see if he dares to laugh at me. Richelieu snorted coldly, and gave his answer with a straight face, his tone full of disgust for Jiqi.