The commander and the shipgirls—even the flagship herself—were utterly bewildered, questioning their lives.
Were we really playing a game?
To be fair.
Let's set the Eastern Dragon shipgirls aside for now.
The shipgirls from the other factions who had come to help were clearly all highly representative figures of their respective factions.
Since they could serve as the labels of their factions,
their strength was definitely not lacking.
Yet Miss Issen now felt as though everyone was pretty much the same~
After all, sometimes a few shots from the enemy were enough to take us out, and a few shots from us were enough to take them out.
It was just like taking an exam.
When the questions were easy, the good students naturally scored well, while the poor students simply couldn't answer them.
But when the questions were difficult—extremely difficult—even the good students failed, and so did the poor students.
Rounding it up...
Ehehe~
Weren't we all on the same level?
That was the feeling she had!
Although this thought was somewhat ridiculous,
when such a feeling suddenly surfaced in her mind at a time like this, it inevitably made her mood even more complicated.
Surrendering was impossible.
They still had to fight.
That was the girls' final bit of stubbornness and reserve.
Besides! They had Armor Break Protection.
So they let themselves go as well.
By the third day,
the Eastern Dragon faction had simply brought all the prisoners ashore into the Eastern Dragon's core territory.
Apart from arranging some personnel to urge the wounded to line up and enter the docks for repairs, they began splitting up their forces as planned.
As for the Eastern Dragon faction,
it wasn't as though they had no wounded.
However, the vast majority had only suffered minor injuries.
Some had been