Iron-blooded Sister-in-law

"...he's not picky about food." Grape replied stiffly again.

It's confirmed, the Queen of the North is indeed the Queen of the North. Although she gets along well with her master in some aspects, she doesn't pay attention to the details of life.

"It feels very weird..."

Z-23 cringed outside the kitchen staring at the situation.

She was so curious that she did not continue to read, but peeped at the invisible confrontation between the two ladies.

"You were called from around Northern Ireland, weren't you?"

"That's right, we were carrying out an investigation mission before, but because the sea area was clear, we were a little negligent and were attacked by two lurking testers." Belfast has already started processing the ingredients transformed by Zelo... the acquisition of materials The way is so convenient that she finds it a little boring, but I have to say that the appearance and maturity of the oxtail are the best, which saves you the trouble of visiting the market.

The Commander has such convenient technology...if he can be brought to the royal...

"How is the recent situation of the royal family?"

"Bland as always...but I'm sinking..."

The head maid's voice lowered a bit, and she didn't finish her sentence in the end:

"Where is Miss Tirpitz?"

"...Sister, she should still be holding on."

Compared with Befa who avoided the possibility of a royal earthquake after his sinking, Tirpitz directly expressed a little pity for his sister from his tone.

After all, fighting for the wrong goals often ends in vain.

Although he often despises the pedantry and dullness of the royal family, Tirpitz knows what kind of virtue Junker is.

They were probably praising Bismarck and her shipmates while planning in their hearts, imagining how to distribute the former British colonies.

This was the case a hundred years ago.

But Jagged has sunk so many ships... The Type 1936A leader ship is here, the only aircraft carrier is here, and Eugen is here, plus her—there are really not many people available under Bismarck.

"Is there any movement in France?" Belfast asked unconsciously.

"It is said that Barr has brought a large number of Vichy ships back to defend the mainland. It seems that their plan to open the door for Sardin has also failed." Grace kneaded the dough very well.

"Our breakthrough plan on the outskirts of Northern Ireland has also failed. It seems that everyone is having a hard time these days."

After communicating for a while, the two suddenly realized that something was wrong—then they both raised their heads to look at each other.

This kind of chat content using common topics, as if the matter has nothing to do with them, seems to have "set up" their mentality.

"Have you thought about it?"

Raisin's lips moved slightly.

"Think about what?"

Biffa flicked Silver Silk.

"Dedicate your complete loyalty to your new master."

"Naturally, I obey the master's orders."

The head maid turned her cheeks to the side, not wanting Tirpitz to see her expression: "But it is a lie to say that you are not worried about Your Majesty... Dido and Sirius lack experience, and the work pressure in Edinburgh and Newcastle is already very high. Our dispatching work is still almost separated from the government... Without the sincere help of humans and lack of intelligence sources, many defensive loopholes on the southern side of Britain will gradually reveal problems."

Her hands trembled a little, and she finally expressed her uneasiness in an unfamiliar environment: "Your Majesty may not be able to hold on under the pressure from inside and outside."

However, after half of the strong and unrestrained mask faded, she pushed it back——

"I'm sorry, I've said too much. It must be very disturbing for you to hear a maid talking nonsense here?"

"It seems that you have always been a royalist?"

Tirpitz's voice was a little higher, a little impersonal: "...Sorry, but that man would not want to hear similar words, such as Your Majesty... Your Excellency."

"...I'm not a royalist. To me, to all light cruisers with the qualifications and appearance of a maid...Elizabeth...is like the dearest sister, the best family, not the kind who really needs to use it all Nobles served by royal ceremonies."

Belfast slapped that poor oxtail with a generous dose of ground cumin.

"Our respect for her... should be interpreted as a formal respect... apt. In fact, in the royal family, everyone regards Elizabeth as a sister, as some kind of symbol that unites us, so she must enjoy the most Good treatment, looking at her smiling face, it's like we're all sharing the same happiness."

The head maid put sections of meat in the stew pot, sniffing the scent of high-grade spices—in London, she had not been able to buy such high-quality condiments for a long time.

The high-quality products on the market are disappearing at a speed like the extinction of precious animals, and the prices of wheat and meat are skyrocketing. Even if she doesn't deliberately understand this year's Engel coefficient, she can imagine how hard the life of the bottom humans is.

But this has nothing to do with His Majesty, their poor Queen Elizabeth is not even a mascot in the eyes of the cabinet, but a ship that inherits the Queen's name.

The greed of human beings for power can be seen, but this is all understandable. Sometimes Belfast is very dissatisfied with the various ways of the army in his heart, and will have a little urge to "educate" them, but soon those Similar evil thoughts were washed away by Jian Niang's natural affection and connivance towards human beings.

"Very unselfish," commented the Queen of the North.

But to no avail.

Tirpitz seemed to take a look at Belfargo, but she still couldn't agree with such "formalism".

After all, no matter how much you love the younger sister in the family, you can't solve the family's poverty problem if you spend all your resources on her—it can't be solved by hard work and love alone.

"If the commander is willing to help you get rid of those guys who will only slow you down, will the situation of your royal family be improved?"

Tirpitz stuffed the dough into the oven while testing.

Beffa's hand holding the knife accidentally slipped to the side, making an ear-piercing rubbing sound on the chopping board.

But her face is as usual:

"Ah, did I scare you? I'm sorry... I seem to have heard something just now..."

"Don't be stupid, since you know that man is from the Soviet Union, you should also know what he will try to bring to your country."

Tirpitz said slowly: "The horrible memories from the previous era are still vivid in my mind, Belfast, you are British, you may not understand the horror of those people on the battlefield, but you must know the British Why on earth can civilians have weekends, why can they have high benefits—”

"..."

Belfast's lips were pursed.

She seemed to have sprinkled too much salt just now—this was a big mistake.

"Those rules have long been shattered with the arrival of the Sirens."

Buffalo whispered.

"But it shouldn't be a waste of a lot of resources and time to suppress civilians... You need to redistribute."

The huge amount of knowledge Tirpitz acquired while living in the port... made her words even more powerful.

"He is back, no, they are back, if this man can pull out a fleet loyal to him, then he can change the pattern of the world in the face of all enemies... After going to the Northern Union, he can What is foreseen is that he will gain the support of more shipwives, and those women will be fanatical about his identity beyond imagination-you and I both know something about the situation in the North League... Auror and the others' attitudes will directly affect the North League With the direction of the ship, at least most of Russia's coastal cities will support him under the lead of the ship's mother."

In short, the Kremlin has a strong claim to the Northern Union and a higher position than all current officials.

He will be the leader.

"But that may kill a lot of people." Belfast's kind disposition made her dare not imagine—if the cabinet, the army and the workers supported by the Kremlin fell out, what a tragedy Britain would be. The fishy smell still seemed to linger at the tip of her nose.

"We are at war now. Belfast, do you want human beings to fully support us against the Sirens, or to be gradually divided and eliminated by the Sirens during internal friction?"

Tirpitz was a terrified bystander of World War II until the end of her life as a ship.

But after personally witnessing the changes in Nimi, she believes that the system and methods brought by the Kremlin can be put to good use.

On this land of Germany and Britain—

"I will talk to the master personally, Miss Tirpitz, please skip this topic for now?" Beffa gave Tirpitz a tired look.

She finally fully expressed her true emotions, as if she had been punctured by someone and turned into anger.

"……as you wish."

Anyway, I've overfulfilled the task.

Tirpitz thought.

She couldn't believe that those words just came out of her mouth, as if standing on the commanding heights to accuse and persuade others, it gave her a rare pleasure.

There was a long silence between the two.

Z-23, who was peeping all the time, also walked out from the door silently——

She suddenly felt that maybe Miss Tizi was more suitable for the job of political commissar.

……

7 p.m.

"Although it is a bit salty, it is impeccable both in terms of taste and aroma."

Kremlin sucked the boneless oxtail into his mouth, chewed it carefully and praised.

"I'm very sorry... I'm new here and I'm not used to fleet affairs, so I can't provide you with 100% service... Please look forward to my next performance."

Belfa stood by the side of the table, holding a plate, with an apologetic expression on his face.

Da Ke looked at the head maid with a very sincere expression, and felt that his definition of salty was a little too much - but after sweating all over, he still felt salty after eating, so it really was too salty, right?

"I didn't mean to be harsh on you, the taste is already very good."

Dake put down the knife and fork helplessly. He didn't monitor the conversation between Tirpitz and Beffa the whole time, so he didn't know anything about the "strong medicine" that was added later, and he thought he was behaving badly when the other party first arrived. It was too fierce and left a psychological shadow on the other party.

It is understandable that the British ship, it used to be the same, but the British didn't deal with him-whether it was the Conqueror or the Gloria, in his opinion, they were quite cunning guys, and they lacked a bit of vigor like the Germans. brave.

"..."

On the other side, Tirpitz, who had hidden his achievements and fame, took a sip of beer calmly.

With an extra ration of 30 yuan, although there is nothing particularly needed, these things with the aroma of wheat can remind her of the warm sunshine of Narvik.

It's kind of romantic to think about your hometown while walking forward with your back straight.

As for Belfast, she seemed to really want to have a good talk with Da Ke in private.

"Everyone is here today except U81. Let me talk about the preliminary battle plan I discussed with the captain."

Seeing that everyone was almost full, Da Ke cleared his throat and entered the theme of tonight——

"Although the Siren has no troops to trouble us in the short term, considering that we will eventually break through, we must conduct a tentative attack on the northern defense line in the near future."

He looked around at the ship girls—confirmed that everyone had no objection and was listening carefully, and then continued:

"We have the ability to repel a combined fleet of more than a hundred ships. There is no reason why bulk cargo can't be dealt with. When we get the supplies from Totoya Island, we will immediately pull out the anchor and scrape the skin of the Siren's northern defense line."

Chapter 101 Existence of the Army Doctrine