Ji Qi pinched the wrinkled hilt of the knife and slashed at the blonde girl in front of him, the crisp light of the knife swung vigorously in the small space, and the wind-swept wind blew up the blonde hair of the girl in front of him with softness and sharpness, and the fluttering hair trembled in the air.

Wales looked at the serious teenager in front of him and smiled stunned. She had always thought that the prayer meeting was as weak as in the past, and that she could only fight for hope with her life in the face of danger. That's not something to be proud of, and it's not that the ship's strength is strong, it's just that it's weak in another sense, so weak that the ship's mother can't let her admiral live well.

So when Lexington approached herself after returning from the Gathering and asked Wales to agree to the decision to keep the Admiral in the town guard, she agreed without the slightest hesitation. Because she knew that she really didn't want to see the Admiral again, who had fought with his life for the hope of survival, and that hope had never illuminated himself.

And this time, the Admiral asked to fight together, as before, and she was afraid that she would get the same ending as before, and the weak and cold Admiral lying in her arms still remembered it vividly, as if she had never forgotten it.

She took a deep breath and clenched the command knife that belonged to her and Jiqi, her eyes like a torch.

The straight blade swung sharply upward, blocking the long knife in front of him with determination. Like the crispness of the quaint bell, the two knives collided in the air for the first time, each with their own insistence, and neither of them would back down. Jiqi wants to use his own strength to protect his ship, and Wales wants to protect his admiral, and there is nothing wrong with them, but when the results are contrary, they can only make decisions in this way.

Ji Qi let go suddenly, held the knife in his backhand, and squatted his body suddenly exerted force, using his own strength to press down the rising blade of the Welsh sword, forcing the opponent to retreat. He knew that the gap between the Admiral and the Ship's Lady was not only in terms of strength, but also in terms of intuition for battle. Every ship's mother has no fear of battle since the day she was born, and even some powerful shipwives will show extraordinary combat effectiveness in desperate situations.

And humanity was destined to be the weak side from the very beginning, although he can now reach the same strength as Wales with the blessing of talent, but he does not have her innate intuition, the intuition about timing in battle. So he must not delay, otherwise he will only lose himself.

Bismarck, who was sitting on the sidelines, showed a solemn and incredulous expression, she thought that Jiqi was just making excuses for her going to sea, but when he unfolded his talent as a commander, he realized that the other party was like a bird with a bang, spreading its wings to cover the sky and the sun. In the past, she always thought that her admiral was just a good old man with a gentle personality, and she would not be treated differently because of the strength or weakness of the ship's mother, and she would not be angry even if her ship's mother did something wrong. Now I know that he has two different personalities, treating the ship's mother gently and kindly, and treating the enemy as fiercely as a lone wolf.

And now what is revealed is another side of him, the appearance of fighting to achieve his goal.

Indeed, as Jiqi himself said, his presence in this battle will increase the odds of victory, and with such a powerful talent, Bismarck does not know who can withstand her wrath. But there are pros and cons, especially for the avant-garde, the Admiral has already died for them once, and for Wales, this is the second time, should the Admiral be put in danger for the third or fourth time?

It is clear that the Admiral himself is the one who should be protected the most, but every time he makes his own sacrifices. And this time, Wales will never let this fool step into danger again, no matter what he may assure.

The Welsh slid the knife upward, and the sound of stabbing and grinding echoed through the room. She knew that her Admiral had grown to the point where she had to take it seriously, and was almost the same as herself, except that she couldn't use a ship's suit.

The thin and straight blade slid upwards along the slightly curved arc of Jiqi's hand, and Wales instantly dodged the other party's homeopathic slash, and the strong wind blowing through his delicate face could be clearly felt, although it was slight but extremely sharp, like an arrow from a string.

Jiqi didn't seem to have the slightest surprise or surprise at Wales's choice, he turned around with an indifferent expression, the long knife in his hand revolved around him like a flying butterfly, and when the other party raised the knife and was about to slash, he pulled the knife out of its sheath violently, and the blade as thin as a cicada's wings instantly attached to the girl's fragile neck, followed by a cold touch.

Wales lost, and she slowly stopped what she was doing, looking at the blade against her neck, and felt a strong sense of frustration for the second time. The first time was when she faced Jiqi's death, and the second time was now, and the feeling of powerlessness once again filled her heart.

She smiled and sighed, the hand holding the knife slowly lowered, and looked at Jiqi in front of her with tears in her eyes.

"Admiral, you won, you won." She sighed, but there was no joy between her eyebrows, just a sadness like a fallen leaf.

Her loss meant that the fool would be in danger with him as before, that time he promised that he would come back but he didn't, the second time he said he would be fine, but Noah's Ark, who was staying in the town guard, was dying because of him.

He said that he would not lie to himself, but every time he was as stubborn as this, every time he left, it meant life and death, and she really didn't want to see that picture again, that picture she would never forget. The liar lay quietly on the blood-stained meadow, the scorching wind mixed with the smell of his blood, as if the whole world had been stained red. And he has nothing left, no breathing, no smile, no heartbeat, the only thing he can do is to stare blankly, nothing can be done.

Wales hung his head and sighed, inserted his command knife into its scabbard, and then silently turned away. She didn't want to say anything, because none of the people present could empathize with her, and none of them had ever seen such a desperate scene. She held her head high and closed the door behind her, desperately trying not to let the tears fall from her eyes.

Will this time be the same as before? She slowly squatted in the corner, clenching her fists tightly, her fingers whitening with force, helplessness and worry.

She knew that nothing she could say could stop what he had decided, and that he would take all the possibilities into account when it came to combat, except that he was not in danger. Because for that idiot, his life is something that can be given up at any time, and when there is no choice, he will still use the orders of the Admiral to make decisions for everyone as he did last time. And this time it's still the same, nothing has changed.

I just hope that everyone in this battle can return safely, and no one is exempt. She looked up at the glowing lights and whispered in her heart, her red eyes shining with hope.

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