251. What does it feel like for me to pretend to be forced, you ask? That's naturally cool!

What color is death?

Such an unrealistic question, the people of the Blue Water Fleet had never thought about it before.

They are well-trained and well-founded, and it is difficult for them to be in danger of life when facing the deep sea. Even if there were, the subspace shield protected by the Big Break would be enough for them to escape the danger zone with ease. They are professional in the deep sea, but they are also inexperienced in the same kind of ship.

Even if they saw that a ghost had launched an attack on their ship, they still thought that it might be a mistake caused by poor communication. After all, compared with all-out war, this kind of accidental injury caused by poor communication is still more reasonable and legitimate. So when they saw a certain black ghost flash from the crowd, holding the gray bamboo pole with both hands, everyone realized something.

Death, I'm afraid, is gray.

In the face of the vibrating knife, the integrated subspace defense is as weak as butter in the face of a hot knife.

All the shipwives watched as the gray blade cut through all the defenses layer by layer, easily cut into two pieces, and slid towards the slender necks of the shipwives.

'I'm going to die. ’

Looking at the sword light that was as agile as a swimming fish, a flash of realization flashed in Veneto's heart.

I'm afraid, it's really going to die.

It can't be stopped, it can't be stopped, and any defense is nothingness in the face of such an attack. The so-called big breach protection is also meaningless in the face of such attacks. Because that's an attack that has been restrained to the limit. In that arc, no one could stop this sharp blow to the limit.

But to be able to die in such a theoretical attack can be regarded as a manifestation of glory, right? At least the Italians died in battle. Instead of being the laughing stock of everyone in tea drinking.

Just, I'm sorry, Admiral. I'm really not a good ship girl who can take charge on my own, I'm just a little ghost who will believe if someone tricks me into surrendering.

Looking at the old man with a frightened and desperate expression on the bridge, Veneto seemed to ignore the incoming sword light, and only smiled at the old man with tears in his eyes.

I'm sorry.

Then, goodbye.

Veneto slowly closed his eyes. Waiting for death to come.

“…… What boring people. ”

It's boring.

However, just as those ship girls had already realized death, the black-haired ghost sighed faintly.

The gray tip of the knife bloomed like petals in front of everyone. After dotting a red dot in the middle of everyone's neck, they quietly retreated.

Under the stunned expressions of many ship girls, the girl dressed in black shook the bamboo pole in her hand impatiently, and her black eyes stared at the helpless ship girls with dissatisfied eyes. There seems to be some blame in it.

"Really, can't you behave like a warrior? For example, when I attacked, he rushed over to stop me, and then shouted to shoot at me or something, or for example, when I surrendered, he broke me to make sure that my side of the surrender was safe or something. ”

"The most important thing to enjoy fighting is that kind of improvisation. You are all innocent, lovely, pure and flawless like a white lotus, how can I do it here? And I said goodbye to my own admiral or something, I'm not blind, of course I can see it. Whether I really want to kill you or not, I won't be able to eat in the future. ”

"Makes me look like a bully rather than a bad guy. This bothers me, and I honestly, it bothers me. I'm here to be the bad guy. I'm not here to be a bully, so be careful, I'm working my side. ”

Eh...... Aren't these two synonymous......

Looking at the black-clad ship woman standing on the sea level pointing at the cruiser and complaining about her own group of people, Veneto subconsciously bowed his head and apologized.

"Well, I'm sorry, I'm Italian. So ......"

"What's wrong with the Italians? Italian...... Ah, the Italians forget it. ”

It seems to recall what an honest Italian really looks like. The black-clothed ship lady suddenly got stuck and waved her hand dissatisfied.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you......"

Why do I apologize......

After subconsciously apologizing again, Veneto couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness for his body.

No way, she is used to apologizing for all kinds of things, even if she is justified this time, but her body involuntarily acts, making the girl's face flushed.

However, the black-clothed girl on the opposite side waved her hand again without appreciation.

"Tsk, italians anyway. Ahh......h It's better to trouble someone else. You just stay here honestly. ”

Anyway, with your little firepower, you can't even penetrate my subspace defenses, so don't really look for death.

Looking at the ship's mother and admiral, who didn't know how to react at all, the black-clothed girl with a single ponytail cut dissatisfiedly, carried the gray bamboo pole that was twice her length, and waved her hand behind their backs.

The thick sea fog slowly entangled her body, and in just a few seconds, there was only an endless thick fog left on the ocean, swallowing the girl's figure in the hazy mist. Even turning on the subspace radar could not find any figure.

Just like when she came, the girl in black left silently, leaving no trace of zài.

No, maybe there are still many traces.

Looking at the sea of mist, the old man breathed a sigh of relief and subconsciously glanced at the bow of his ship.

Fifteen pieces, more than a man's size and weighing two tons of steel, were embedded in the crumpled bow like a ship's bow statue.

If it weren't for the shells that are now full of nailed shells on the cruiser, and the group of terrified and gasping communication ship mothers, I'm afraid that almost everyone would have thought that qiē just now was just a bad nightmare, right?

"Admiral? What is your order ......? ”

"Come back."

Facing Atlanta, who stood up with his head covered and teary eyes, the old man slowly walked back to his place and sighed deeply.

"You didn't lose because of your strength, you lost only because the enemy was too cunning. This exercise is a very useful lesson, come back to it. ”

Looking at the frightened battleship group on the sea and the aircraft carrier group that had just returned from the sea with an anxious face, the admiral of the blue water buckled his hat and slowly savored this delicate bitter fruit.

The mighty fleet that crisscrossed the seas was defenseless in the decapitation of the enemy. The shipwives who are too proud and have no experience in dealing with emergencies are about to collapse in the fraudulent landing. The aircraft carrier was separated from the fleet due to the transfer, and could not respond in time.

These are the reasons for their own failures.

But this is not an excuse, failure is failure, and no one will deny that.

"It's a ...... that you lost"

However, is that ship's mother a fantasy?

One last glance at the chaotic ocean, the old man thought silently, a glimmer of interest flashed in his eyes. (To be continued) R580