Iron-blooded Sister-in-law

The Kremlin is actually ready to take Eugen down.

But the moment before the hungry bear rushed to eat, he suddenly felt that doing so would make him very passive.

How do I record it in my notes after sleeping with this woman?How to write a logbook?You can't fucking write something like "At 5:28 on May 23, the No. [-] turret of the Kremlin collided with the armor belt of the Prinz Eugen", right?

It is estimated that the high command can make him retire on the spot.

"Be patient, Kremlin, victory is at hand."

He is not obsessed with momentary happiness. If this woman's mind turns red besides her cheeks, it will give him a stronger sense of conquest.

In this regard, Da Ke said that he is better at playing than Eugen.

Moreover, after "transforming" Eugen, the probability of being blown into the pillow can also be reduced-he sincerely hopes that one day he can invite this ill-fated lady into his core cabin.

Thinking of this, Eugen, who was fiddling with his hair, stared at him with vaguely resentful eyes, and he didn't panic at all.

The two guys who wanted to "play" shifted their positions, ran from the cabin to the beach, and dragged Manjiu and Zhangangbuli who were on standby.

The little yellow chickens who were forced to open for business stood behind the burly man holding an accordion with a dazed expression, and accompanied him——

"A row of peddler's loads! Full of calicoes and brocades—"

Accompanied by the melody of the accordion and the beating of the drums, Da Ke began to sing the ballad——

He felt that rather than directly playing military songs to brainwash German ladies, choosing some folk songs first would be more favorable to Prince Eugen.

As for Bree?Look at her eyes full of wisdom, you can tell that she is just passing by--

"Don't let my shoulders get tired, if you want to buy cloth, come out and see!"

However, his voice is full of vigor and explosiveness, and his singing of folk songs is almost the same as that of military songs, so that although Eugen and Z-23 listened very engrossed, they felt that there was something wrong——

Why does this folk song smell like 152?It sounds like the peddlers in the Soviet Union were selling Bobosha and Molotov, right? ?

"Come on, girl, come to the wheat field, I'll wait for you till night!"

While singing, Kremlin squatted down suddenly, and his feet began to kick back and forth quickly——

The legs with black afterimages can not only jump at a very low angle, but also rotate in 360 degrees, then jump high, and swing from side to side, as if the boots that are flying up and down are the real body of the Kremlin.

Even in such a powerful dance, the accordion stretched without stopping, and also did not go out of tune.

Mixed with the dots of stars in the sky, with the sea as the stage and the crescent moon as the light, the Kremlin seemed to be "flying" squatting on the beach, which stunned the ladies.

"As soon as I see a girl with black eyes, I'll set up a salesman's stall!"

After the song was played, Kremlin snapped open his ligaments and made a chic, fast and clean split.

"Crack, blah, blah—"

Not only the yellow chickens who were desperately fighting for their livelihood, but even the Z-23 poking out of the deck and Eugen on the scene were once again shocked by the Kremlin. Who knew that the macho could be so good at singing and dancing?He simply broke the law, as if he was an all-around player.

"...Hey, this song is not dedicated to us~" Eugen clapped his hands in astonishment, but still picked out a little problem.

German girls rarely have pure black eyes——

"It's almost meaningless for me to change the lyrics, Ms. Eugen—let's learn how to play the violin first. In the Soviet Union, it's not enough for a girl to be beautiful, she also needs a little artistic attainment."

It's an oblique compliment about Oggen's beauty—to soften the latter's sour taste a bit.

"Woo-hum!"

But Eugen, who got the accordion, could only make a long sound like a blower.

"To cooperate with the button—"

The strong man stepped over her slender shoulders and pointed out for her.

"...Ugh-"

The timbre gradually began to have ups and downs, a rhythm, and a melody——

It is like a small breeze rushing towards the rock wall. At first, there is only a little floating, and after layers of superimposition, it gradually shows its momentum like rolling haze.

And Zeppelin, who still chose to spend the night on the tower, just snorted coldly, and his eyes didn't stay on the noisy three people for long.

Of course, a little "noisy" movement adds luster to her lonely "watching", which seems to be a good pastime.

She had never seen Eugen smile so "elegantly" before.

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Chapter 52 The Battle of Leningrad

Perhaps he really found a way to relieve boredom, and Prince Eugen didn't harass the Kremlin much in the next two days...in the sense of physical contact.

Of course, the language is still extremely provocative.

The accordion is not a difficult instrument to learn, but it is still not easy to master, which distracts her energy and makes Kremlin breathe.

As if he had found a child who likes toys, Eugen began to learn the magical skills of dancing and singing with Da Ke. At the same time, Z-23 chose the violin to practice, and Bree asked the little yellow chickens for a drum— — On the beach in Fiji, every night is as lively as a Cossack bonfire party.

Within the fleet, something is quietly changing. Even Zeppelin, who pretends to be lonely and out of the group every day, will be called back by the Kremlin often for a meal or something.

Of course, she still pooh-poohed Da-gram's "friend game".

Obviously living in such a harsh environment - is it a pleasure in suffering?Or a madman?It was difficult for Zeppelin to understand. She didn't know if Dake had let down his vigilance, but what was certain was that he seemed to be in a different mood after preparing for the battle.

Shouldn't he always think about his motherland?Why does it seem to be quite spare?It seems that there is nothing wrong with you?

On the morning of the 31st, it seemed that he couldn't bear it anymore. Taking advantage of Dake's reclassification of goods in the ruins, Zeppelin threw a club behind him and stared at his thick buttocks with calm but cold eyes for a long time .

"...What do you want me to do? Zeppelin?"

Kremlin quickly noticed the lady's gaze, and he wiped a wisp of sweat from his brow—the sun shone through the tiny cracks in the wall, leaving golden spots on his face.

The gray-blue eyes, which were obtained from the mixed blood of the East Branch Ante people and the nomads, shone brightly in the sunlight, without any impurities.

Who would have thought that such a pair of pupils that are too pure and beautiful for a man would belong to a soldier who kills enemies like hemp?

Zeppelin's mood was a bit complicated for a while: "Don't you think that if this continues, their combat effectiveness will be reduced?"

"After tasting such beautiful things, how can they have the blood to face the sirens? This will only corrupt and degenerate."

She still maintains a condescending posture - she should obviously suppress the Kremlin in terms of demeanor, but the crouching strong man only needs to glance up, which makes her feel a little flustered, and the words she speaks become less meaningful. logic:

"Things that are lost and come back...that kind of thing is worse than not existing in the first place, isn't it?"

"what you mean?"

"Such a peaceful life."

She took two steps forward, her high heels rubbing dust on the concrete floor.

"In a few days, you will return to killing and destruction, and everything that is sweet now will disappear like a bubble - you, like me, are weapons born for destruction, there is no reason to pursue these empty emotions .”

"You mean that weapons are not qualified to pursue happiness?"

Kremlin stood up straight indifferently.

"Yeah, I don't think we should—" the Hater said confidently.

"You're sick. Zeppelin."

Zhuang Chinese characters cursed Zeppelin in a straight voice.

These words were not loud, but even very peaceful and gentle, but it was like a blow to the head, which made Zeppelin a little confused.

Dake resealed the wooden box with cloth strips and nails - this can prevent the invasion of the sea breeze and facilitate transportation. After all, although the metal box of the siren has enough "safety performance", once it is piled up, it is still too heavy. .

After finishing his work, he leaned his elbows on the box and looked at the hated monster with a compassionate look.

"In the Soviet Union, many of the tanks eliminated after the war were taken to plow the land. Although this usage is a bit wasteful, it cannot be denied that their role is not necessarily just killing-I just give an example."

Under the brilliance of the light spots, Dake's eyes are like gems:

"The hull is my weapon, but the hull needs to be maintained, the engine needs to be maintained, and the gun barrel needs to be cleaned, just like men like to shave their beards and perm their heads - for a battleship, this is the short-term happiness it can enjoy, and only Once these processes are in place, it will be ready to breathe fire."

The man turned his thumb back forcefully and pointed at himself: "As a soldier, I am a weapon of the motherland and the people, but I am also a human being. I have my own material pursuits and spiritual pursuits - different from you Well, shredding the enemy doesn't make me feel refreshed, and after fighting for a certain amount of time, it will also make me stressed. At this time, I need consumer goods and entertainment items to alleviate the side effects of profligate violence."

In the end, Kremlin let out a sigh of relief: "I'm not blaming you, you just haven't found a way of living that suits you - don't worry about Eugen and the others getting lost... just because life is good enough, when we realize the good Only when the days may be gone for ever will we rise up to rebel with greater courage."

Yes, it's like a child who is robbed of a toy will violently hurt others... let alone the ship girl who holds a powerful hand?

"...very convincing."

Zeppelin's red eyes and Kremlin's gray-blue eyes reflected in the sunlight and overlapped each other, and the color at the joint turned dark black—after a long silence, she sat on the box stacked by the strong man—seemingly accepted Dak's statement:

"But I can't find anything to linger on in this seemingly sweet game."

"If you can say the word 'sweet', you can also taste 'sweet'... that's enough. Remember it, don't let the taste get out of your mind, and if someone breaks it, let it Far from you, happiness will turn into uncontrollable rage—”

Da Ke's voice raised a lot: "At that time, you will find that your noble anger will be like waves rolling over, drowning your enemies—"

Zeppelin's eyes widened.

Then she pinched her white chin and thought about it, and the forearm wrapped around her almost pushed the hangar on her chest out of her clothes:

"I don't know why I feel like you're not motivating me, but scolding me—"

"That's your illusion."

The Kremlin will not say that there is part accusing fascism behind these big words-anyway, it intercepts beneficial information, and the Western media will play the rest.

But the ship girl... is really sharp.

He looked away with some shame.

"Then, please bring me 'sweet', Commander." Zeppelin raised his head seriously and looked at Dak, his scarlet eyes seemed to have a little more unexplainable emotion towards Dak.

"Huh?" Kremlin couldn't think of what kind of "sweetness" she wanted for a moment.

"What? You can't do it?" Zeppelin raised her eyebrows—she wasn't as eccentric as Eugen spoke, she was just stating her thoughts:

"Since you proposed a method to make me angry and improve my combat effectiveness, you should know the prerequisites, right?"

Chapter 53 Stedding Salvage Project

"...Are you not interested in team performance?"

Kremlin hesitated for a moment, but asked a more conventional question.