Iron-blooded Sister-in-law

"Commander? I'm sorry... It's so rare. I thought that no human in this world has the qualifications to become a commander. These siren wreckages... are you responsible?" However, Tirpitz The woman still picked up her own words more politely.

"Yes. Welcome, Ms. Tirpitz."

Dake stretched out a hand dryly, signaling her to take it easy and not to be so alienated: "As you can see, we just finished a tough battle."

"...Soviet?" Tirpitz blinked his blue eyes—it seemed that the fluctuations in her heart were not as cold as she appeared.

"It makes me so happy that finally some Germans don't associate me with the Northern Union."

Kremlin raised his eyebrows, and then smiled sincerely.

"Seeing the red flag behind you makes me feel like I've traveled through time and space, and your military uniform..."

Tirpitz's tone was calm, as if he was feeling something, his face was young and delicate, and the words he said seemed to remember the old man in the past: "Are you a Soviet...vice admiral?"

"Correct me, I'm an honorary lieutenant general. I don't command the soldiers, I'm just an empty rank. The actual rank is probably a rear admiral." The Kremlin was very satisfied with Tirpitz's recognition.

"Ms. Tirpitz, I have also heard of your title 'Lonely Queen of the North'. It is indeed a good title, and it is also a recognition of your strength. In today's troubled times, the Red Navy needs more like-minded people' Friend', I wonder if you would like to join the great Soviet, we have a perfect—”

"If you think this is a nice nickname, then you may not have listened carefully... There is only nothingness in these words."

However, Ms. Battleship interrupted Kremlin's high-speed chant. She stared at Dak's frozen face, showing a difficult attitude different from that of Zeppelin and Eugen.

"...I don't quite understand the connotation of this nickname. I just think it matches your temperament. You are now a battleship under my command, and there is a new journey waiting for you—maybe it is a good idea to forget the unhappiness of the past. s Choice."

Kremlin frowned and said kindly.

"I was trapped in the north for a long time and was not allowed to return to my hometown. How dare you ask me to go with you now?!"

Tirpitz's eyes widened, as if he had heard some unimaginable request.

No, didn't I just let you go with me?

The fucking fuel is still from me - and you don't need to turn the propeller!

Kremlin also thought that Tirpitz was going to tear himself apart from him while slandering——

"—Okay, I'll go with you to see the world..."

However, her tone changed sharply, as if the staring posture just now was just to express her surprise.

The woman quickly returned to her tranquil appearance. She seemed to be a little uneasy and surprised by Dake's invitation. As a warship, she knew that she had nothing to do except voyages and follow-up to the Kremlin. no choice.

"..."

The way you promise seems a little strange, ma'am—

Da Ke glanced at Eugene and Zeppelin without any trace, the latter two did not show a normal look, probably because of the Queen of the North's change of tone before and after they also surprised them.

"... If you just want to be polite to me, Commander, please excuse me, I will seriously carry out every task you propose, don't worry—"

Tirpitz added indifferently - completely unaware that his aloof style had left her with the violent reaction just now.

Hearing what she said, Kremlin still couldn't hold back, let out a long breath, and lost the enthusiasm on the surface, and turned his head to introduce his fleet members——

Then he noticed the subtle eyes of the two little girls beside him——

The new guy is the second ship of the Bismarck class, so he should have a special status for the iron-blooded ship girl.

Z-23 and U81 are already "ready to try" with excitement. Probably after the Kremlin and Tirpitz confirm the ownership of the command, they will rush to catch up on the old days.

"Anyway, you are my comrade-in-arms once you get on the boat. The conditions are a bit difficult now, well, maybe it's not that difficult..."

General Kremlin's uniform was unbuttoned to dissipate heat a little bit - the opposite raisin kept fanning the wind, and he also became hot.

The Red Navy is indeed a little more resistant to heat than the internal army, but after all, the skin of the Slavs is not good at dissipating heat. Even if it is the core of a battleship, wearing this dense outfit may still hold up physically, but it will not be able to suffer psychologically. Stopped, he only hoped that the wind season in Fiji would come earlier——

"It's good that you are willing to obey the order. Now we are preparing to build a naval base in Fiji and head north after the fleet grows."

"Go back to the north? Your goal is to return to the Eurasian continent?" Tizi seemed to understand the Kremlin's strategic purpose in just a few words.

"Yes."

Tizi is much more intellectual than the other two big ship girls, and it's easy to talk to her.

This is also a rare point that Dake is satisfied with.

Difficult to get along with is difficult to get along with, as long as you are a normal person.

"Where is this place?"

"North Fiji Island Chain, ah, I'm too busy talking, we still have a lot of things to salvage."

Dake took two steps to the port side, revealing the scorched bridge and the pitted deck behind him: "Okay, comrade captain, U81, don't hold back, say hello to your old friends—"

The majestic hull full of gunpowder smoke came into Tirpitz's eyes and shocked her deeply.

"...It really feels like the time has gone out of order... Heh." She sighed softly.

"Miss Tirpitz!!" X2

Holding the two small ship girls into her arms, she maintained a cold expression, but still accepted the head hammers of the two with a little helplessness.

At the same time, in the distance—the Kremlin seemed to have seen something strange turning up the waves from the sea, but squinted for a long time and couldn't make it out, so he directed his own ship to go over to investigate.

However, after getting close, the radar and Eugen's hydrophone showed that there was nothing nearby——

In the end, he only thought it was an empty bag caused by the internal gas of the sunken ship floating up, so he didn't pay attention to it.

Under the water, the Siren aircraft carrier escaped with its life—the only chess player who gave up her ship and jumped into the water in the chaos. After both sides of the war forgot about her, she secretly watched the Kremlin going away, I breathed a sigh of relief.

With a full mind, she couldn't possibly have the guts to fight against Dake again, and she didn't want to be his prisoner, so she could only make such a bad move—it actually succeeded, which made her secretly happy for a long time.

However, the Siren aircraft carrier also knows that if she gives up her ship equipment, she will not be recognized by friendly forces in this sea, and no one will salvage her. She can only drift with the ocean currents, drifting to nowhere, or swimming in one direction by herself .

But after losing the ship suit, she found that the remaining energy of the human body might not be enough for her to squander... In the end, she could only give up thinking—turn off her mental unit, and wait for an opportunity to wake up.

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Chapter 87 Lubyanka is the seat of honor!

"Name?"

"Siren Game Breaker No. 255..."

"gender?"

"...probably...female."

"The fleet you belong to?"

"North Pacific Siren Temporary Combined Fleet..."

The Kremlin got a small notebook and a blue hat from nowhere, and wrote and drew in the compartment where the sirens were held. While interrogating, they observed the elite battleship that had been knocked out.

The siren covered with golden high-tech decoration is like a wilting chicken with bald hair, and only answers at the fastest speed every time Kremlin speaks—for fear that Dake will be dissatisfied and deal with her.

Next door to the interrogation room is the boiler room. When Da Ke introduced this place to Z-23, the siren thought the man in front of him was hinting at her——if you don’t f*cking recruit, I’ll just throw you into the boiler .

The thought of that cruel way of death gave her goosebumps all over her body.

The change in the siren's skin also made Da Ke realize that the skin texture of these semi-constructed guys is quite slender and humane, but unlike the ship girl, their core is completely mechanical, not flesh and blood.

Kremlin was not interested in dry iron, so he automatically ignored her charming face.

"Execute the name or number of the task?"

"#31287 Fiji waters reconnaissance operation... It was originally numbered after receiving a request for help from the task force belonging to No. 104 of the Breaker [-]... They said that the decisive battle plan ship Georgia appeared near Totoya Island."

"..."

Georgia is a double-mounted three-turret, right?

Labor and capital are nine cannons - don't use your eyes to suggest donating to those in need.

"Since when did you have feelings?"

"I don't know, our 'attunement' work is carried out by the dream builder, but the process of nurturing the 'soul' is very slow, and the progress is relatively..."

She swallowed, and carefully looked at the frowning Dake: "It's difficult to reflect through digital means..."

"... Comrade Captain, I have a question—" Kremlin tapped his pencil painfully, and then turned to Z-23 who was in charge of "guarding".

"Please speak, Comrade Commander." The destroyer stood up straight behind Siren, as if she was the NKVD officer who was ready to drag the prisoner out and shoot him at any time.

"You said that these high-level siren ships have no emotions... When did you draw the conclusion from observation?"

"I'm not very clear about the external situation. Although some of the memories before Zhan Shen came back a lot with the improvement of the level, the exact date...is still uncertain."

Z-23 pinched his forearm with some embarrassment and thought for a while: "At most half a year ago? During the battle in Norway——At that time, I was sure that the leader of the Sirens had no sense."

"From this point of view, they should undergo several internal changes to produce more complex thinking abilities."

Kremlin didn't know much, and guessing could only be used as an option, so he continued to interrogate the guy in front of him:

"Which one is the regional flagship at your head?"

"Divided according to the region, it is Mr. Purifier."

"..."

Oh, so it's that idiot's subordinate?

Kremlin pressed his Jingming acupuncture point—as if pushing on non-existent glasses.

Then you are not wronged at all.

To be honest, the Kremlin can also understand the helplessness of having a mentally handicapped boss, but because the Soviet Navy's combat intensity is very high, the incompetent guy will be replaced soon, and various rotation measures still save him from blood pressure explosion .

However, it is obviously impossible for the Sirens, a camp with serious class solidification, to have the kind of situation where the capable and talented come from behind, and it is really hard for them.

Thinking of this, Da Ke tapped his pencil again, and asked some questions about their fleet distribution, social structure and so on.

He reconfirmed that the information transmission of the Sirens was quite slow and lagging behind. If it weren't for this nonsense communication "system", what he might have faced was not a combined fleet, but the encirclement and suppression of the flagships in the three areas.

And these "bottom-level" elite sirens, although they can also be called flagships, they have no idea what the big shots above are planning. The computer logic makes no difference.

"Let's stop here today, thank you for your cooperation." About half an hour later, Kremlin felt that it was almost done, and closed the notebook.

"……Eh?"

The Siren was taken aback when he heard the words, and then trembled all over——

"Prepare her a better meal."