Iron-blooded Sister-in-law

"Uh, no—" the ship's wife shook her head resignedly.

"You must feel that this kind of behavior is meaningless, it's all written on your face."

Kremlin straightened his sailor cap and said sternly: "It's okay, Captain, this kind of behavior... There is no shortage of voices of opposition even among us, but you have to understand that as long as this island is turned into Soviet territory, we will have one more line." A reason to fight bravely."

"What reason?"

"Defend the motherland."

"...I can probably understand."

In fact, it is still difficult to understand the Kremlin's thinking, but Z-23 chooses to listen and accept rather than express opinions.

At this time, it's better not to refute him with such a disappointing reason that he is an iron-blooded ship——

"Of course, standing at the highest point, we can also observe the surrounding sea area more clearly. In any case, the view from the top of the mountain must be wider than that of the command tower."

His gaze seemed to span dozens of kilometers to look into the distance——

"I can't see any signs or artificial traces belonging to the Siren, and I don't know if there are any more hidden resource points besides the fortress when this island came with us... Captain, do you think the Siren will be here?" After ruling this sea area for a long time, have you also developed the awareness of building bases inside the island?"

"Will it?" Z-23 wondered.

"Consciousness is also supposed to move forward. Maybe it will go backwards in a certain period of time, but the whole will move forward - maybe the siren is also making progress."

Saying the words that made Z-23's head big, Kremlin clapped his hands: "Let's go down the mountain."

"Observation finished so quickly? I didn't see anything—"

Z-23 said that he was short-sighted compared to the Kremlin.

"I didn't get any key information either. The sea was so quiet that it seemed that the sirens were all dead."

Arranging an automatic revolving timed camera near the flagpole, he turned around and walked down the mountain without any hesitation.

"Since the Siren will not reform and occupy the island, we are safe for the time being, for the time being."

Before a new siren is spawned in the sea area here - they still have enough time to repair and formulate a new plan.

When going down the mountain, Z-23's eyes were drawn to the inner bay: "I wanted to ask just now, Commander, will your hull not rust if it is hidden in the sea?"

"Don't worry, when entering the sea to hide, the periphery of the hull will be protected by the barrier formed by Zelo. It is in a state between the state of matter and energy. The sea water can't help it, but because I am a battleship, I can You can't dive like a submarine."

Kremlin also turned his head slightly: "By the way, Captain, where are your torpedo tubes and turrets usually hidden?"

I always feel that the way the ship's mother reveals the ship's equipment should also be inseparable from the advanced space technology.

Hearing this, Jian Niang turned her head slightly and rested her chin.

"If it's a secret—" Seeing that Z-23 was hesitant, the brawny man decided to give up asking in order not to make the child feel more disgusted out of thin air——

"It doesn't matter, the commander should know about these designs... The body of the ship's mother is usually a carrier of ship equipment. For example, our eyes are equivalent to optical range finders, and some ship's girls are radars. The front curtain of my hair It's the bow cable, the bow cable, etc., and so on."

Z-23 pointed to his small head and replied earnestly: "Look at my hair accessories, it has my ship number on it, including the miniature left and right navigation lights and the Iron Cross logo. In addition to appearance, we rely on these ship decorations. The difference in details distinguishes each other."

"It's really similar to the core of our battleship."

Kremlin showed a subtle expression——

"Then your arm is a turret?"

"……Do not."

Z-23 paused slightly after hearing the words:

"The arms are the torpedo tubes...the turrets...the turrets are the chest..."

She whispered - because of the moonlight, the blush on her face didn't look very real.

"..."

Well, it seems like a very embarrassing question to ask.

So the barrel thickness is equal to SIZE?

But the 23 mm of the Z-150 is not too small, Eugen’s 203 is about to burst out, Bismarck... What kind of monster is Bismarck’s 380?Frederick the Great, the Great Elector, and Yamato... What is the level?

He couldn't say whether he felt weird or had some kind of indescribable expectation in his heart——

Looking forward to the moment when I meet other battleships of this world.

……

"So fast?"

Eugen, who was counting resources and goods in the cave, looked up at Kremlin and 23 who had returned from outside the cave——

"I didn't get any useful information. I suggest that we conduct a patrol around the island tonight, and then deploy mines to prevent the sirens—"

Z-23 opened the mouth one step ahead of Kremlin.

"There is no such need, 23. Commander, no matter if any siren fleet passes by here, if it really finds us, it will be a disaster for us. Unlike those patrol fleets, the main fleet in Fiji waters There must be at least two battleships or armored aircraft carriers above the [-]th class leading the team..."

Eugen went back to count the supplies again, as if he had accepted the arrangement of fate, but he calmed down completely: "What we need to do is absolutely not to be exposed, to secretly collect supplies and fuel to ensure our own supplies, and then use here Expansion of the fleet of construction machines...Although there will always be a day when we have to meet the main fleet of the opponent, but before that, it is a little bit to save a little."

Her serious work attitude made Kremlin and Z-23 feel very uncomfortable.

Is this how the sense of crisis changes people? Eugen should have been forced to activate the rational side of the ship.

"What do you know about the construction machine?" The strong man cleared his throat, and looked at the huge blue machine inside the mountain—it was suspended like a huge Rubik's cube, and it was the same as the production machine outside the fortress at the starting point. The machine for the Z-23 was no different.

It is not so much a machine, but more like some kind of "door".

"Even the smartest research-oriented ship girl can't fully understand the secrets of the construction machine. Instead of wasting time thinking about this kind of black box-like project, you should first focus on the configuration of the fleet." The champagne-colored eyes shifted slightly, The heavy cruiser lady said bluntly.

Although Kremlin said he was very pragmatic, Eugen observed for a long time and found that the man's curiosity was just suppressed by him.

Typical military style, nothing to say.

"Commander, the hidden resource points inside this island, including other possible resource points in Fiji waters, are theoretically enough to supply a powerful task force."

Z-23 took over the words, allowing Eugen to focus more on counting the cargo: "We now have a destroyer, a heavy cruiser, and a battleship. From the perspective of organization and combat effectiveness, we need a light or regular ship to fill the air. Weaknesses in investigative capabilities."

"Conscript another aircraft carrier?"

Kremlin raised his eyebrows: "Can we afford it?"

The brawny man knows how much money an aircraft carrier burns. Of course, it’s a little bit better than a big money eater like himself, but it’s impossible for him to dismantle his hull and raise one. The mother of the aircraft carrier.

"It's not a problem at all. The carrier-based aircraft of the aircraft carrier also only need fuel for conversion."

Without looking back, Eugen stuck the labels on the oil drums—these paper products were also unloaded from the Kremlin's conning tower.Although it was less than a day since we met, and he was once in a historically hostile camp, Eugen really didn't regard himself as an outsider.

"Okay, then I will give priority to recruiting aircraft carriers."

Despite some unexplained displeasure, the Kremlin passed the proposal with the bigger picture in mind.

He knows the importance of aircraft carriers to the fleet, but with the advent of the era of sea power and the core of battleships replacing conventional ships, the combat capability of carrier-based aircraft is not as outrageous as it was in the late World War II, and it is easy to be predicted and comprehensive in computing power The improved anti-aircraft guns are dry, so the definition and expectation of aircraft carriers in various countries have been changed to "suppression of non-swarm combat units" and "essential rapid reconnaissance force". .

The Kremlin has naturally become a "non-swarm combat unit" and is often bombed by aircraft carriers of various countries indiscriminately, so his feelings for aircraft carriers are very complicated.

"In addition to that, we should also consider building a submarine as a priority."

Z-23 stood straight behind the Kremlin, and added meticulously: "There is no reason to give up the automatic production line on the starting island. Considering that surface ships are easily captured by the Sirens' cruising fleet, we need a submarine to transport resources from underwater to Totoya Island, and build a hidden naval base here ... or home port."

Under the eyes of the Sirens and in their central hinterland to build a home port, I didn't even dare to think about how much resources and courage I gave Z-23 before, but it's still the same sentence, people are forced to come out.

"How much cargo can the submarine ship carry?" The strong man was taken aback. He knew that the IJN next door had a history of helping the soldiers who landed on the island deliver supplies with submarines, but the efficiency was quite low.

"With a five-day cycle, the oil and materials produced by the automatic production line can be delivered here in batches. Of course, the estimated time is based on the premise that the patrol fleet needs to be bypassed."

Z-23 raised his clean armpit, pointed to the lower part of his left chest, and signaled Kremlin to imagine that there was a satchel there: "They all have space in the ship, and they can carry more cargo. Of course, the consumption on the road is also minimal... "

"Okay, this plan will also be put on the agenda."

Kremlin sighed inwardly.

It costs money to fight a war, whether it’s rubles, marks, or doubloons, it’s all money—fortunately, the automatic production line here keeps spit out Zeluo dust for some reason, otherwise he would have to do this because of insufficient supplies. The group of girls lay down one step at a time.

If conditions permit, these machines must be disassembled to study the mysteries inside.

"How many units of doubloons—I mean, supplies—do we have right now?" He flipped through Eugen's log book next to the oil barrel.

"A total of 1700 units of supplies, the fuel has not been counted yet."

The heavy cruiser still didn't look back: "The resources are enough to build a special-type ship, but I only found a mental Rubik's cube. The automatic production line is very slow to produce the Rubik's cube. It may take a week for the next one."

"Do we have to defend this island within a week?" Kremlin lowered his eyes slightly.

"If the commander has the confidence to go out and not hit the Siren's main fleet—I have no problem." Eugen, who was on his back, chuckled.

The strong man glanced at her, mixed with the moonlight coming in from outside, only to realize that the woman's bare back was quite large——

Once again, the Kremlin is full of contempt for such low-level protective measures as Sangvis.

However, it may be more conducive to the heat dissipation of the hull in the South Pacific region?Who knows?

"...My suggestion is to be cautious. After we have an aircraft carrier, we can use carrier-based aircraft to conduct reconnaissance, and we can avoid the enemy and explore other large islands safely. It doesn't matter if the aircraft is lost. Our hull can be maximized without damage. Saving supplies...the Siren is also unlikely to trace the source of the carrier-based aircraft."

Ignoring Miss Eugen's slightly irritating reply to the commander, Z-23 gave a fairly standard suggestion.

"Then do it."

Kremlin didn't intend to have a dispute with Eugen about her attitude. Although the method was a little casual, she was thinking about everyone's survival anyway.

As for the brawny man, he was already secretly planning - when this German girl is subdued, she must change her disrespectful attitude towards the officer.

Judging from the current situation, the future is long.

"The counting is complete, plus the fuel we brought, a total of 3450 units." After a few minutes, Eugen finally stopped, straightened his waist and turned around slightly.

Looking at it from this angle, Kremlin discovered that there was actually a mole on the woman's right breast.

It was nothing special at first, but because the front corset of her "military uniform" was too tight, it set off the large expanse of fair skin quite eye-catching.

"Only so much?"

Kremlin took a breath, lowered his head and closed the record book: "Did someone take some of the inventory?"

"The oil that each production line can produce independently has a top value. If the inventory is full, it will not start again... This is a normal full inventory."

With bright eyes squinting at the Kremlin, Prince Eugen casually sat on the oil drum, raised his legs, and didn't care that his black clothes were seen by him again: "Commander, are you worried that there are other fleets nearby? Parked?"

Is the working state very different from the normal state?Forget it, let her go, it's not suitable to ask her according to the rules of Soviet soldiers.

The Kremlin slandered, and said sternly at the same time:

"That possibility is not ruled out, after all we can get here - theoretically someone else can too."