Iron-blooded Sister-in-law

In fact, they all want to follow their instincts to protect each other, but now that the Kremlin occupies an absolutely strong position, Z-23 cannot fully exert its instinct to protect the commander.

"If you are worried about me, you can go down with me, but you must stand on the lifeboat." The strong man saw the loss of the girl, thought for a while, and then said softly.

He is obviously a Soviet man, but like Grandet, he cares about consumption. This appearance makes his image more concrete in Z-23's eyes.

"I won't run around."

After making a serious commitment to keep up with the Kremlin, resisting the subtle desire to complain in his heart, Z-23 jumped into the lifeboat, and the two theoretical boats dangled side by side in the lifeboat and sailed towards the weakening eddy sea.

"Om-"

However, after driving about 23 meters away from the ship, from the direction of the back of her head, Z-[-] heard the sound of the turret turning that made her hair stand on end.

"Commander!" After turning her head slightly, she found that the Kremlin's cannon was pointing in the direction of the flashing light——she couldn't help but clenched her fists and leaned forward——

"The newly born ship girls are our potential comrades in arms!! You can't point your cannon at them!"

"Just in case, set the salvo angle, set the salvo angle."

With a cough, the strong man ignored the dissatisfied eyes of the destroyer.He must be responsible for his own hull and captain, even if it is annoying.

"Don't worry, it's loaded with armor-piercing shells, and there won't be any shock waves affecting us—"

"The problem is not there!"

While Z-23 was puffing up and reasoning with the Kremlin, the golden light in front of them began to shrink, and quickly solidified, turning into a human form.

The engine of the lifeboat was stopped, and the strong man immediately went to the alert state, blocking the Z-23 behind.

"..." Seeing the commander's actions, the girl could only protest with her eyes. At the same time, she also wanted to know how the commander's luck in fishing the ship was. If Jin Guang said it, it must be a very famous warship in history, at least it was a good start. .

The solid human figure floated in front of the lifeboat, and the golden ship suit and skin gradually faded away, revealing its original color.

The silvery white ponytails fluttered on both sides of the newborn ship girl's suit, fluttering with the sea breeze, and her opened champagne-colored eyes fixedly stared at Kremlin, as if trying to see through him——

She slowly "floated" in front of the Kremlin——

"Hmm... are you the commander? How much can you make me happy? I'm looking forward to it."

The woman bit her left index finger, and found that Kremlin's expression was a bit dull, and then realized that as a newborn ship girl, she didn't seem to have left a good impression on the commander, so she put her hand down and added: "I am a miracle of the Iron-Blooded Third Reich, Admiral Hipper's third ship, the Prinz Eugen, can survive no matter what kind of battle it is..."

"..." The strong man narrowed his eyes slightly.

No matter what kind of battle you can survive, then how did I salvage you?Or does it mean that "salvage" does not require the "sinking" of the warship as a prerequisite?

Not impressed by her self-introduction, Kremlin looked up and down at the strange flower in front of him full of doubts.

Is this woman really the battleship incarnation?

Dressed up, he doesn't look like a soldier at all.

The tights that exposed the side breasts, the suspenders can't cover the smooth thighs, the slender black and red gloves, and the feet are arched, floating in the air, for fear that others will not see her looming...

Jagged Third Reich?female?San Dezi's men are all dead?

Unlike the Soviet Union, the Kremlin's impression of Germany has almost no record of female sailors serving.

He took a subtle look at Z-23 behind him. The latter looked excited. Although it was also a German stick boat, it was obvious that Z-23's beret, tights and shorts were better than Eugen's. So serious.

"Frightened? That's right, after all, I'm a relatively famous ship—" Eugen gave Kremlin a light chuckle without a smile on his face.

"No, this...famous lady, I'm just thinking...why do you use the same hull number as a guy I know—have you guys built two Prinz Eugen?" Kremlin insisted Resisting the corners of his mouth from twitching.

"……What is the problem?"

Eugen raised her eyebrows strangely. She felt that there was something wrong with this strong man who had just become her commander, but she couldn't tell exactly what was wrong:

"There is only one Prinz Eugen in the world."

"Then I probably understand the situation. Tsk."

Maozi pressed his sailor cap helplessly—the core of the battleship Prinz Eugen he knew was a blond, blue-eyed German. The structure of the dome armor, and the relatively excellent mobility, it is always difficult for the Kremlin to fork him out quickly, so the memory is quite deep.

Of course, Prince Eugen was unable to cause any substantial damage to the Kremlin—to him, he was nothing more than a tough iron lump.

"Miss Eugene!"

Z-23 suppressed her ecstasy, and poked her head out from behind the Kremlin. In order not to interrupt the initial communication between the commander and Eugen, she kept her mouth shut until now.

"... Oh? 23, you are also under this man's hands, hehe, then I look forward to the future even more."

Although the commander was not very enthusiastic, Eugen was also not the kind of ship girl who was very conscious of her subordinates. She looked around the surrounding environment, and then asked——

"It seems that I have been sunk once... 23, which sea area are we in now? Are there any other ship girls serving in this man's fleet?"

Although he said that no matter what kind of battle he can survive, Eugen doesn't seem to intend to correct his previous introduction that was somewhat embarrassing——

As soon as she finished speaking, she noticed the magnificent battleship behind the two of them, and she paused for a moment.

Although she didn't show it, she was taken aback by the Kremlin's hull and the hideous muzzle.

"We are in the South Pacific, but because we haven't been able to find the landmarks, we can't determine the names of the nearby islands..."

Z-23 leaned out fully.

"Huh? Didn't you come here to carry out sea area clearing operations?"

Eugene felt more and more uncomfortable.

"No, our current goal is to find a safe passage to the northern mainland." The destroyer shook his head: "Also, the commander's current fleet only has two of our ships. We are newly assembled, and we have not even confirmed our home port."

"...I see, a completely new fleet... This is not very good."

Eugen still couldn't see the meaning of great sadness and joy on his face. She quickly figured it out, because Z-23's level was 1 just like hers:

"It's not easy to test the weak point of the Siren garrison in the South Pacific, maybe we will all die - before discussing the detailed tactics... Could you please explain, Commander? The mighty retro ship behind you What is a battleship...?"

"That's my hull."

This woman doesn't seem to be as unreliable as she looks, at least she understands the charm of Soviet battleships - hearing the prince's unflattering words, Kremlin's expression softened a little.

Sure enough, even a German guy with the same head as a solid heart can understand his might.

"Soviet battleship Kremlin, it's a pleasure to meet you in another way—Prince Eugen." He held out his hand.

Since the Russian word "way" emphasizes the nasal sound, Eugen thought that the strong man had a problem with her indifference.

So she teased a little bit in her heart, stretched out her silver hand and held it with Kremlin.

The slender knuckles slid gently in the palm of his hand——

"..."

Feeling the slightly sticky touch of his palm, Kremlin froze again.

Should this disrespectful behavior be understood as molesting?Or simply test his tolerance for his subordinates?

It's just an eighth-rank German iron bastard——

So he secretly increased the strength of the handshake, controlling it to the extent that it could hurt her but not break the bones of her hand.

The ship's daughter has a very strong endurance. After being dismounted by the Kremlin, Eugen's body trembled slightly, and his eyes became subtle.

Unlike 23, she has a lot of experience and can analyze more things in a short time:

"I see, heh, I always thought that a male ship would not be born—"

Withdrawing his hand calmly, Eugen's knuckles under the glove were already pinched red.

"We are not a system, Ms. Prince Eugen, please don't use your common sense to understand my situation—"

After shaking hands, Kremlin felt the subtle connection between Prince Eugen and himself. Although he was indifferent, the woman in front of him still had a vague sense of dependence on him, very similar to Z-23.

This is really weird - the natural affection for the recruiter, the astringent attire, the weird personality, what does the guy who made these women think war is?Love game?

Otherwise...their original purpose of creating the ship girls was not simply to send them to the battlefield to fight.

The Kremlin has also seen many girls who can beat men better than men, but all of them are female heroes from the sniper academy, or pilots of the night bombing regiment. Tender skin - only seen in the Red Flag Song and Dance Troupe.

And another German—he sighed inwardly.

Maybe they were not in the South Pacific, but near Wilhelmshaven, otherwise how could they encounter two German ships in a row.

While Kremlin was melancholy, Prince Eugen showed great interest in the man in front of him——

"Commander, your clothes... oh, the Red Sea Navy, I miss you so much, but we haven't met each other on the battlefield, have we?"

"The Prince Eugen in my impression is already an old ship before the war—" He choked on Eugen, and Kremlin jokingly took off his sailor cap and shook it: "Oh, yes, what I know The history probably differs greatly from the history you are familiar with, I hope you don't mind."

"Of course I don't mind... Why, as a warship of the Jagged Empire, was salvaged by you from the Red Empire, I guess it was a little joke made by God~" Eugen took a step forward and stepped into the lifeboat In Z-23's inexplicably pleading eyes, she raised the corner of her mouth, indicating that Z-23 would not play too much.

"Your God must be a very nasty bastard, and my homeland is not an empire."

Kremlin puts on his hat: "There's no turning back once you're on board, ma'am."

Although it may seem like a product of mythology, the Kremlin never believed in gods.

"Looks like I'll be 'on' you for a lot of time—won't you introduce your hull, Commander?"

Eugen looked at the man's whole body playfully, asking about the hull, but her eyes were not on the actual battleship.

"The battleship Kremlin, 'Kremlin' can be understood as both 'inner city' and 'fortress'. It was launched in 1950. The building with the same name is one of the eight wonders of the world, and it is now the core of the Soviet regime."

The strong man pointed his head up at the hull, as if Prince Eugen was not looking at his own flesh and bones:

"Carrying the weight that the name deserves, the waterline length is 270mm, the average width is 40mm, the full load draft is 11.5mm, and it weighs 81000 tons. It is the largest sea monster among the battleships of the same period."

"Sounds a lot heavier than that woman—"

Eugen subconsciously began to diverge her thoughts. After all, this tonnage is too big. If the Kremlin hadn't really floated in front of her eyes, she would even think that there is no ship of this level in the world.

"Commander, are you so heavy?"

Z-23 raised her pretty head.

More than [-] tons, equivalent to two Bismarck sisters tied together.

"Heavy or not is not the point, the point is combat and protection efficiency."

The Kremlin wasn't annoyed, after all, the larger the ship's tonnage, the stronger the firepower it could carry—for him, this was rather a compliment.

"Don't worry, as long as you stay in the core cabin, no matter how fierce the bombing is, I have the confidence to protect you."

Then he quietly added in his heart:

Except for the case of jet carrier-based aircraft carrying armor-piercing aerial bombs.

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