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Slowly opening your eyes, the first thing that caught your eye was the unrecognized ceiling.

"Nothing is impossible..."

Looking at the familiar black mold spots on the ceiling, I moved my body, which was a little moldy in the worn bedding, and my spirit gradually recovered, recalling why I was on this bed.

"The gambling on Yamato failed." His voice was hoarse as if he was torn open by something, and he could fully feel the hollow noise contained inside.

Regret, pain, despair, the sound of these emotions combined is naturally hoarse and unpleasant.

Why, why can’t you bet on Yamato?

Countless negative emotions followed one after another, making him subconsciously clench his fists.

Can people with dark faces only accept their fate? Can I just look up to those rich and admirals and silently swallow my bitter fruits?

Do we mean that weak people must watch others show off? What’s wrong with trying every means to change their destiny? Even if it’s just an unrealistic dream, but if only this method is left, we have to do it!

But, but why, it is obviously not the first time, but I still feel so sad?

"Do you have to make them hungry again..."

Looking at the series of commemorative photos hanging on the wall, he murmured subconsciously.

The heart was like being grabbed by something invisible, and even breathing became a little difficult. The gaze in my eyes gradually began to blur, and I couldn't see clearly the breakthrough commemorative photo hanging on the wall.

"A general is incompetent and exhausts the three armies. That's what he said."

He lifted the patched quilt, got out of the bed, and slowly looked at the memorial wall.

It was said that it was breaking through the walls of the commemorative photos. Compared with the commemorative photos full of walls that other admirals who were familiar with and the countless fresh, bright and smiling ship girls on it, he became much shabby.

Not only are there no laces for commemoratives, but even those who bind the photos are simply nailed with rust iron nails, which has a dilapidated and helpless steel atmosphere. A few photos release a gloomy and dark aura. Rather than a breakthrough, it is more like delaying one step in your own death.

There are no colorful light technology PS technology for repair, but it is just a simple way to remember the victory. So it is natural that the scenery is so sad. Because no victory is within reach.

"It's been half a year..."

Touching the photos that were wrinkled due to poor maintenance, looking at the yellowed code below, the admiral couldn't help but sigh.

The mark below the first photo is ‘Northern Deep Sea Fleet Fleet 1-1 Breakthrough-942.3.16’.

There is only the dirt-faced enterprise number in that photo, and the admiral himself.

Standing calmly on the deep sea, facing the gray-black sea water, his eyes drooping. The surroundings were the dark deep seas that were gradually sinking, and all the equipment on his body looked broken. Even the admiral's military uniform had been torn apart, and a few wisps of burning blue smoke were emitting.

At that time, there was only one fantasy fleet. Therefore, breaking through 1-1 was also the one that Enterprise broke through by itself. There was no teammate or support, but it broke through.

So take a photo to commemorate it.

"There were times like this before."

Looking at the Enterprise Number on the photo with a gloomy look on it, the Admiral smiled and his fingers slid towards the next photo.

‘The Northern Deep Sea Fleet Strengthens Fleet 1-2 Breakthrough—942.5.10’

The photo is no longer alone.

Battleship No. 110, Central Plan Ship No. 2, Enterprise, a total of three ship girls. They are still dusty and ragged all over their bodies. They can even see bruises and scratches on their bodies, and they show a shy smile at the wrinkled photos.

In the background, the huge deep sea that once made him feel desperate gradually tilted down and finally slowly sank into the deep sea. When he was about to take a photo, the sunken unknown deep sea warship spit out the Montana from the core area, leaned on No. 110's shoulder without a blood-face, and joined the photo together.

"Speaking of this, it seems that the Montana is the first ship to be fished out, right?"

When he thought of the fact that after he finally caught the boat, several people looked at him at a loss and were helpless and pushed each other, he had the urge to laugh.

"Then, it's the last one."

Looking at the last photo, his face was filled with a doting smile.

‘The core fleet of the North Deep Sea Fleet 1-3 breakthrough-942.7.14’

In the photo, five girls who looked gray-looking hugged each other's shoulders together, stepped on a black monster with a smile, and set off the red and black ocean around them, and gestured a victory gesture to the camera.

It was already in the evening, and the golden light and the Enterprise plane drew a platinum of victory behind them.

The platinum trajectory merged with the sunlight outside the window and condensed into hope.

It’s not that the ship is sunk, nor is it that I’m giving the order to die by myself. So what’s the use of being so sad? If you have a normal mind, you can just bet on luck, and there’s nothing to be discouraged. Haven’t you been doing anything before that, although you invested resources and materials, you can’t get out of the ship?

By the way, it seems that there is a model that has been exposed? It is called DS-1? It is still stuck in the boat seat and is it because it is not easy to care about other things.

It's just that it doesn't have good combat power, it's better than nothing.

"No matter what the gambling ship is, there are already six people. You can say a final farewell to the primary sea area around the garrison. It's not that the firepower is insufficient but that the ship is insufficient. This ironic thing can end here. The Imaginary Fleet is now a reorganized fleet."

Touching the photo taken three months ago, the admiral smiled as if he was ridiculed, picked up the navy cap on the bedside table and put it on his head. He sorted out the patched clothes in front of the mirror, and then walked out of the room.

"There is nothing to do except to sweep the surrounding seas and make plans. Who made me a bad admiral who could not bet on anything?"
Chapter completed!