Iron-blooded Sister-in-law

This is very fatal at sea. Although he is at the berth now, he doesn't need to think so much, and he can't help Eugen.

"Commander~ why don't you come with me~"

Well, it seems to be true, as Z-23 said, the wine is pretty bad.

Kremlin, who had allowed Prince Eugen to come over from the opposite seat holding a wine glass, was full of disgust in his eyes.

"If you don't drink any alcohol, it's too boring~"

Also persuaded to drink——

Did you know that if Lao Tzu also drank the fragments, we would most likely be sealed under the sea for a whole day?

"Even if you all drank to death, I can't drink a little."

He tried to push Eugen away, but without using the inhuman power of the battleship's core, Eugen's delicate body fit too tightly, as if it had become an external armor plate for him.

"Don't be shy—"

The heavy cruiser who seemed to be getting more and more active changed his posture and hung on Kremlin's chair, propped his shoulders, and exhaled a slightly alcoholic scent in his ear: "Commander——I like you. "

"..."

Kremlin's gaze at Eugen was subtle for a while, and then became calm.

Well, it's ready to drink.

There was even a moment when Kremlin saw Eugen's virtue and almost forgot the fact that he and others were still hiding in the dangerous area——

Sure enough, this dinner party was organized too hastily and hastily.

"Are you kidding~ Is your heart beating faster?" Thinking that Kremlin's silence was because he couldn't resist his own charm, Eugen took advantage of the situation.

"No, you may be a little too confident in yourself, Ms. Eugen." Kremlin moved to the left again, and the beef on the fork fell off.

"Hey, Commander, do you think I didn't notice the look in your eyes—"

Saying this, Eugen put the pad of his little finger on the side of his right chest—right on the mole that was so ecstatic: "Does it look good?"

"I'm sorry - I'm sending Sister Eugen to the dormitory!!!"

Really looking down on Eugen's embarrassing appearance, Z-23 quickly jumped up from his seat and pulled the limp heavy cruiser aside.

"She didn't eat a few mouthfuls, she just drank. Remember to prepare two slices of Leba for her at the bedside."

After instructing Z-23, the big-headed man can only let them solve the problem internally. Otherwise, if he really wants him to carry Eugene's astringent body back to the dormitory, Kremlin can't guarantee whether he will Do something bad:

"After packing up, remember to come back and finish eating the dirty ones, don't waste food."

"I see—Sister Eugene! Why don't you know how to control yourself—"

While complaining about the Z-23, he dragged the heavy cruiser and carried her up the aluminum ladder with difficulty.

However, while Kremlin shook his head and slurped up the red cabbage soup, Eugen, who turned up the stairs, slipped out of Z-23's arms, his blushing face quickly cooled down, and his silky eyes recovered a bit. He made a clear distinction, and patted Z-23's small shoulder, indicating that she was fine:

"Don't hold on anymore."

"? Sister Eugen, you—"

"It's just pretending, no matter how bad my wine quality is, I can't drink a barrel of dark beer."

Seeing Z-23 who hadn't figured out the situation yet and was trying to continue to support him, Eugen spoke softly.

"Why did you lie to the commander?" Z-23's big eyes showed little doubts.

She didn't understand the meaning of Eugen's tormenting herself and the commander.

"That man is very shrewd, he should know it well, but I didn't hesitate to approach him pretending to be drunk, so he was too embarrassed to say anything."

In order to prove that he was not corrupted by alcohol, Prince Eugen raised his fingers and walked forward slowly: "Congratulations to you 23, although the commander is relatively restrained, he is also a very healthy man. You have a good chance."

"Eh... eh?"

"Let's keep it as an optional condition—heh, even though it's a bit embarrassing to say so, he just has a physiological reaction, and he's still not tempted on the surface...Damn polar bear."

……

No, the Kremlin is already tempted.

During the time when Z-23 went upstairs to arrange Eugen, he touched the deck, lit an old cigarette, and began to puff——

That posture is the same as TM pumping dry ice.

"Phew—I can't bear it, this is only the first day, and the favorability of the 'friendly' level is nothing more..."

He didn't know what that woman would do next.

The Kremlin is still very clear about his determination—it is impossible for ordinary people not to be close to women for eight years. This is also related to his suppressed instinctive desires as the core of a battleship. This is a necessary sacrifice for combat performance. .

But in the face of Eugen and Z-23, he didn't know why, but felt that some of his suppressed desires were quickly ignited in one day. That kind of wonderful feeling... was when facing ordinary female soldiers and dancers of the song and dance troupe An impulse that never occurred to me—

"Because it's a boat, it must be with the boat—ahem—"

Choking on his bold idea, he coughed violently at the swimming fish outside the Zelo's compartment.

Chapter 11 The Initial Stage of Thought Remolding

At the time when Z-23 put Eugen to "sleep", he returned to the dining room after smoking a cigarette from the deck. After Kremlin calmed down, he continued to put the rest of the food into his mouth.

The so-called "beautiful food" is not just a joke. After all, the human brain has a priority when processing information. If the opposite sex is too "delicious", the deliciousness of the food will be covered.

"Sorry, Commander, for causing you trouble!"

The same came back in time, and came in through the door cautiously. Although Z-23 did not bow to the commander like her Sakura ally, her pleasing expression was still full of sincerity of apology.

"You are not responsible for the mistakes of others, Captain."

Kremlin waved his hands helplessly, signaling her to continue enjoying the food: "What's more, Prince Eugen did nothing wrong. It's because I don't understand her physical condition. If you want to blame, you can only blame me for being too ignorant..."

It seems that the ship girl is still very close to human beings in some aspects. In the future, we must pay attention to the supply of other addictive things besides alcohol...such as cigarettes and playing cards.

Sensitively smelling the smoke on the Commander, Z-23's gaze inexplicably became even more guilty. She seemed to think that Kremlin had to smoke to put out the fire because of Eugen's mentality, but she didn't know that Kremlin even had a relationship with Eugen just now. I could hear all the conversations clearly, and the fire that needed to be extinguished was not the "fire".

How should I put it, it smells like when the Soviets and the Germans carve up Poland.

"Captain, your ship girls need less sleep than ordinary humans, right—"

After wiping his mouth, Kremlin, who finished pressing the gun, put away the plate and asked casually.

"Well, but if we don't rest at all, it will also affect the combat, so it is best to maintain a sleep of 4 to 5 hours a day. Of course, we can last a long time without rest in a lengthy battle."

Z-23 sat upright.

"Then before you go to bed tonight... take a look at the books in the captain's room."

The Kremlin began to wash the dishes: "Learning from each other will definitely benefit our future combat cooperation."

"Do you have any books to read—"

Z-23 cheered up after hearing this. Unlike many iron-blooded ships, for her, learning was the top priority besides fighting.

"It's a pity that I don't have any iron and blood books on me to entertain you, Commander—"

"If there is a chance in the future... But now our main superior combat system is still built on my hull, so how to let you play the capabilities that a qualified captain should have should be the top priority."

The corner of Kremlin's mouth twitched where the girl couldn't see - he thought he had a thorough understanding of fascism, unless Z-23 could slap the original drawings of Frederick or the Elector on his face...

"You're right, do you have any basic books on your ship hull that you recommend to me?" Z-23 became more respectful, which was an expression of humbly asking for advice.

"Don't worry - if you want to communicate perfectly with the battleship core, you need to understand the source of the battleship core first - the content in those books can help you understand the Soviet political and military industry system more clearly. I suggest you read from the "Red Manifesto", Or Das Kapital is starting to look."

"? But shouldn't we learn the combat system first—" Z-23 tilted his head, always feeling something was wrong.

"For us now, although we can barely trust each other, if you want to go further, you need to understand me better, and vice versa. You can understand me better if you understand the political system I work for. , and I'll trust you more—"

The Kremlin has no self-awareness of instigating against Z-23, and speaks with confidence.

That's the reason, but I don't have any books in my hand now, how can I sell the iron-blooded set to you, Commander?Isn't this a unilateral output?

Z-23's violet eyes moved left and right, feeling that it was unfair.

Although she is a bit dull, she is not stupid.

"Okay, then I'll start with the "Red Declaration."

Just read it——she was suddenly a little unconvinced, just two books, can it still shake my determination to bring you back to Iron Blood, Commander?

……

So, the lights in the captain's cabin were on all night, until around 03:30, when the bewildered Z-23 came out to replace the Kremlin guarding the eve, Mr. Battleship realized that this girl had read "Red Declaration" for nearly six hours .

How can an ordinary little girl have such enthusiasm for reading?If the conditions were not allowed, the Kremlin would immediately develop her into a Young Pioneer——

"Captain, don't you really need to take a nap? Anyway, tomorrow we plan to act at night, you can rest first, I'll just take a light nap in the morning—"

"No need, Commander, I have already read the two books you recommended, and I also read "Quotations from Stalin"...but my mind is a bit messed up now, I have to relax for a while, or think about it...you can go to sleep , let me guard—"

The tired Z-23, whose small face was full of knowledge, couldn't even straighten his body. His round buttocks had to be raised slightly to maintain his balance, as if he would collapse on the deck in the next second. It was very tragic to watch. .

"...If you have any doubts, you can ask them now, and I will be happy to answer them for you." Compared with the embarrassment of the little ship's mother, Kremlin's kind eyes showed a bit of happiness.

The so-called strike while the iron is hot——

"I want to know how Mr. Stalin treated the Pope in the end..."

When she saw "The Pope? How many divisions does he have?", her heart trembled.

It was really hard for her to imagine that if the Vichy Holy See and the allies of Sakura who worshiped the Son of God heard such words, they must not explode on the spot?

"In fact, we incorporated the Orthodox Church and expelled other disobedient guys. Now the former Pope's palace is assigned to the patriarch we supported...is it a relatively famous tourist attraction?"

Kremlin sneered maliciously, showing no respect.

"You, you actually did this??"

Z-23's eyes widened.

"We never believe in God. If there is a God, will he allow human beings to stretch their hands to the sky and challenge their status?"

Kremlin took off his hat and rubbed the brim of his hat: "If he knew that human beings wanted to replace him in 'Heaven' but didn't respond, then he would be too generous, and a guy who is too generous will often die long."

"..."

Z-23 can only be selectively deaf.

It means that there are quite a few superstitious people in Jianniang, and she belongs to that kind of half-and-half—for the purpose of not offending Vichy's colleagues, it is also a channel for some secondary patients to vent.