Iron-blooded Sister-in-law

The flight deck of the light mother was directly pierced by the aerial bombs, and the configuration of the ship without special protection seemed so vulnerable in the face of a direct attack. In just three seconds, raging flames rose from her hangar Come up, overflow the great gap—

"Where did you blow up?" Zeppelin, who was cooperating with the Kremlin, looked back at the very calm man in a little surprise.

"Why did I see the aerial bomb you dropped fall into the water, but the Qinghang ship still caught fire?"

"I can see some things that you can't see. I'll talk about that later. Let's take care of her ship battle first—she won't even think about landing a plane in a short time."

Shift the perspective to the leader plane of the ship battle, let the ship explode and return home automatically, and the Kremlin concentrates on the enemy plane that is intersecting with the fighter jet——

But just as he was about to turn 180 degrees to kill the enemy plane, there was a moderate vibration on the deck of his hull.

The enemy planes passing over the battleship's head were covered in thick black clouds by the fire matrix arranged by Z-23 and Eugen, and then the shock wave of the air-burst bombs easily tore these solid planes apart like paper, turning them into Countless pieces of aluminum splashed in the air.

This wonderful scene is a kind of decompression enjoyment for all the warships who have been suffocating for a few days - except Zeppelin, she is very dissatisfied with Eugen and Z-23's head-grabbing behavior, but because the Kremlin is by her side It's not easy to say anything.

"Why did I see the sea firing out of thin air?? Where did those air-burst bombs fly from??"

Compared with the pale Qinghang who was shot down by all the planes, the Siren Battlecruiser was even more surprised. Even though they were attacked suddenly, the convoy was still heading south at full speed and did not find the target to avoid, which made them even more surprised. Quickly revealed the true face of the arcing sea——

It is getting closer and closer to its end.

The ferocious hull finally pierced through the "mirage" because it was too close to the enemy ship. The optical camouflage was no longer shaking, and the texture of steel replaced the arcing ripples. The battle cruiser with the turret forward—

"what!!!"

Before the exclamation broke through the throat, the destructive fireworks poured out along the dark muzzle facing him. The battle cruiser suddenly felt a heavy blow to the head, and the bridge facing the muzzle was instantly penetrated, and the thick armor of the command tower It couldn't stop the spinning sharp warhead, it bounced inside the conning tower like a small ammunition with outstanding effect, smashed the mechanical components inside, then turned straight into a vertical angle, and poured into the tank below. Inside the deck, there was an explosion in the center of her core compartment.

"Bang!!"

A cloud of purple "blood" burst out from the top of his head, Zhan Xun's body twitched violently, and with a face full of disbelief, he passed out.

Well, how did this monster touch us within 13 kilometers? ?

No matter the light mother or the battle patrol, there is only this kind of thought in their minds.

"...Aiming high..."

Kremlin scratched his head in embarrassment after completing the stealth-breaking attack—it was not his intention to fire at the command room, he just planned to bomb the bow and the No. [-] turret, but the dispersion of the shells in the end was a bit unsatisfactory.

However, in Zeppelin's view, this embarrassing performance is just pure show off.

Although her eyesight was not as good as that of a battleship, she still saw that the position where the shell flew into was not on the elite siren at all, just like Qigong, and like those believers who sprinkled holy water to bluff, they overturned the siren from the air.

Outrageous, really TM outrageous.

As the engine room and interrupted deck were blown to pieces, the battlecruiser lost power, and the humanoid body also fell on the ship without moving, the propellers stopped, and began to float aimlessly in the sea, and was thrown off by the light sailing up.

"..." Knowing that there was no possibility of survival, Qinghang clutched his bleeding chest, with a look of madness in his eyes, and launched a desperate charge towards the Kremlin——

"Oh, it's still a character."

Dake praised.

But in the end, it was just Qinghang's incompetent rage, and besides—judgment will never come only once.

The second group of ship explosions also roared down from the sky, and this time the Kremlin did not help Zeppelin to calibrate—the hard aerial bomb hit Qinghang’s figure directly on the forehead. He fell heavily, slipped between the white waves, and was swallowed by the smoky water.

"The God of War"

Renaissance

Chapter 32 Volga Trackers

When Qinghang and the battlecruiser that had completely turned into a ghost ship were slowly capsizing, the Kremlin jumped from the deck first, and controlled the escaped transport ship through the tow rope thrown by Z-23 and Prince Eugen.

This thing couldn't outrun Da Ke. After being captured, he immediately extinguished the boiler and stopped resisting.

Compared with the Siren battleship armed to the teeth, the transport ship has no defense system at all, and even the moment the strong man jumped on it, it trembled three times, as if it was very wronged.

"Now this ship of supplies belongs to the Soviet Union!"

Looking at the entire ship's supplies with satisfaction, those shiny golden discs and large barrels of oil seem to be praising Kremlin's decisiveness-making him understand that risks are rich in returns.

Compared to the Kremlin, Zeppelin, Eugen, and even Z-23, who were unable to calm down after attacking a transport convoy for the first time in their eight years of service, they were actually quite calm in their hearts, except for the aftermath of the battle—after all, they were nostalgic. Is it a traditional art skill of iron and blood, or in other words, a strategic feature?Nothing to get excited about.

"...Wait, why are the supplies they transport almost the same as those needed by the ship's mother?"

After going around and roughly counting the loot, the Kremlin first had some doubts, and then decided to tow the ship away directly—of course, make sure that it does not have a device for sending a distress signal before towing away—

"Commander! Throw all the valuable things over here!!"

Z-23 yelled anxiously over there: "The transport ship held by the Siren for a long time will sink itself!!!"

"What??" Will sink?

Damn it, how could the newly requisitioned cargo sink it all! !

Kremlin slammed on the food with a furry bear, rushed to the stacking position, tore up the tough straps, tore off the long crate, and threw it on his deck——

"Dang!!!!" The fierce collision between the metal box and the deck caused a lot of sparks, Z-23 and Prince Eugen hurriedly avoided seeing this, and looked at the strong man waving his arms up and down with rather complicated eyes.

This ship has quite a lot of stuff, and the Kremlin, like a loading inspector who is well versed in express delivery, quickly smashed large sections of containers onto his own hull:

"Don't be idle! Take out the contents and transport them to the cabin!"

"Understood!" Z-23 hurriedly reached out to grab the box, which was still a bit heavy for her.

The ladies are busy, but there is energy in their delicate and beautiful bodies that exceeds that of ordinary laborers.

Inexplicably feeling a little emotional about this, the Kremlin sang while doing it: "...Hey-yo-ho! Hey-yo-ho! Work together-pull the fiber!"

Hey yo ho! !

What is incomprehensible is that Z-23 and Prince Eugen, who were originally delicate, seemed to be in a much calmer mood when they heard the thick singing voice.

The Manjiu who were hiding in the conference room, after hearing the penetrating bass, shook their feathers and raised their instruments——

The same muffled music began to accompany the singing of the Kremlin.

For a moment, the water patterns on the banks of the Volga River seemed to overlap with the slight waves on the sea.

Even though they had never been to Stalingrad in person, they seemed to see the struggling figures of the trackers in front of their eyes. Those trackers in ragged clothes were exhausted, with sad faces, and their backs were bent by the burden of life.

But soon, they saw many people in brown and khaki clothes again. Although they were struggling and exhausted, their faces no longer had sad expressions—the burden of the cables weighed on their backs, but they could not. Bend their firm brows——

Even Zeppelin on the tower "seeed" the scene and heard the singing, shook his head in silence, and walked downstairs slowly to help Nimi drag the oil drum and join in the labor.

The thin dust and salt stains on the supplies stained her black gloves and the collar of the white velvet cape, but she was surprisingly not dirty——

There was an indescribable... strength in that song, and for a moment, she felt the dusty Kremlin on the other side of the boat... glowing.

When the hull of the transport ship could not even remove a mouse, it was completely emptied, and then it sank slowly, leaving only a slow and calm eddy current, as if it had never appeared in this world.

Kremlin jumped back to the deck, patted his dusty hands, and smiled contentedly.

It has been a long time since he has done any strenuous work. This feeling of fulfillment sometimes makes him understand the fact that "he is still alive" better than pure military and physical training——

In addition, another thing that makes him happy is that on his side, the high seas transport ships of various countries are not allowed to attack-that would violate the law of sea power, but thanks to the siren, he can enjoy a certain A simple joy never imagined.

But soon, he patted his cheek with a hand covered in black mud - brushing similar thoughts out of his mind.

Looting is a shameful act, and it is only necessary to use this method when dealing with real enemies.

"Commander...the lower compartment can no longer be filled..."

Z-23 handed him a towel, and asked dutifully, "Do you want to occupy the space in the dormitory and corridor?"

"For the sake of fire safety and easy evacuation, you must not pile up things in the aisles, and your dormitory is the same... If it doesn't work, just tie those non-flammable things to the deck. If everything goes well tonight, we can return to Fiji around [-]:[-] p.m. island, don’t worry about encountering obstacles.”

The Kremlin gave full play to the spirit of the Soviet "external" armor, binding all the containers of solid materials between the bottom of its command tower and the rotating shaft of the No. [-] turret.

Because there are not many remaining goods, it will not cause turret cervical spondylosis, it just looks funny.

"Thank you for your hard work today." Da Ke wiped off the salt stains on his face.

"I want to drink beer." Eugen's voice seemed to be calmer, and she seemed to be still immersed in the "illusion" just now, a little absent-minded.

"No, it's still in combat, we'll talk about it when we get back to the island."

"it is good."

Um?Does this woman make sense too?something is wrong-

Kremlin glanced at her, noticed that she was deep in thought, and gave up interrupting.

Proper rest must be ensured after combat. A few minutes of combat may exhaust one's mental and physical energy for a whole day... The pressure of being on the verge of life and death is not covered.

"Give it to me, Commander, I'll go wash it." Z-23 stretched out his little hand to take the blackened towel from the strong man.

"Captain, you can continue to observe the sea surface, and the little work of washing towels will not bother you."

Hanging the carbon-smeared cloth around his neck, Kremlin grinned at the destroyer, "Just now... I regained the feeling of helping my father carry boxes by the Volga River when I was a child—"

"Carry boxes?" Z-23 subconsciously thought of the word "child labor".

"Well, I was only twelve or thirteen years old at that time..."

But seeing Kremlin's nostalgic and peaceful look, she quickly dispelled her doubts.

"I'll tell you about my past later, don't worry, it's not a stomach-ache story."

"Two-dimensional heroines want to attack me!" "

In order to let everyone have a better reading experience, I will discuss with PY boss not to release the introduction in the future...

Chapter 33 The Light on the Sea is the Enemy

Although the moon casts a long and narrow white shadow on the sea, the observer still can't distinguish the dividing line between the sea and the sky.

Darkness is an enemy's surest ally -- and the Kremlin knows it all too well.

Every time near zero is actually the time when he is most prone to nervousness. When Eugen walked into the command room with two cups of coffee in his hands, the latter was startled by the sudden turn of his head.

Of course, Ms. Chong Xun would not act as fiercely as a little girl. She just narrowed her eyes slightly, pushed the coffee in front of Dake, and then raised her legs to enjoy her cup.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome~"

Dake thinks he is already familiar with Eugen, but after today's battle, the gap between him and Eugen seems to have become thinner again.

Of course, this is a good thing.

Except for the shading-treated command room, which was still lit, the rest of the ship merged with the ocean and became pitch black. The red flag fluttering in the wind still had some bright colors.