Iron-blooded Sister-in-law

Elizabeth felt dry mouth: "Newcastle, is there any more black tea?"

"Please use, Your Majesty."

Because of the urgency of the war, the No. [-] ship of the Southampton class, which was forced to return to the front line, brought tea and cakes to Elizabeth.

"I feel that the taste of tea recently has become very rough..."

After taking a sip, Elizabeth frowned: "It's not about your technique, Newcastle, it's about the quality of the tea..."

"Sorry, Your Majesty, because of Belfast's departure, our newly replenished tea leaves are directly approved by the British Ministry of Defense."

Newcastle held the plate, and his face was also very embarrassed: "The budget of the Ministry of Defense is not rich."

"Even if we have worked very hard to secure the safety of the offshore routes for them?" Elizabeth raised her eyebrows unhappily.

"Even so. Your Majesty."

Newcastle knew that the purchase budget of the Ministry of Defense's embezzlement of the ship's supplies was actually diverted to the House of Commons.

Recently, the internal situation of human beings in Britain is not peaceful.

But on this occasion, it’s not easy for her to say it out—when Belfast was in the past, the head maid had always been the ship girl who organized the maid team, and spent her own military salary to buy high-grade tea for battleships such as Elizabeth and the Glory class. and desserts.

The head maid has been away for nearly a week, not to mention that the stock of tea has run out, and it seems that the matter of buying tea and food with everyone's military salary has also been revealed.

"Humph."

Elizabeth snorted softly, and put the cup and cake back on the disc: "You don't need to drink this afternoon tea."

"Hey—Your Majesty!"

"I'm not blaming you, Newcastle. I've gained a lot of weight recently. I must avoid desserts."

The queen glanced at the soft and delicious food reluctantly, but turned her head away, showing a look of disgust.

It was so pretentious that the surrounding maids showed unbearable expressions.

"……His Majesty……"

Newcastle clenched her fists slightly, and she decided - no matter what, she would go to discuss with the person in charge of the Ministry of Defense today.

The military expenditure of the Royal Navy is far more than this, but today when the army should not be needed, the Ministry of Defense still allocates a lot of funds and powers to the army, and it seems to be ignoring the supply of ships.

This is related to the rapid decline in domestic production and living standards, but can it really change just by relying on the army to suppress the people?

……

"I have spoken to Elizabeth, Miss York, Bumblebee, we need to prepare supplies as soon as possible, and lead the team to the Sea of ​​Japan."

In the command post at Pearl Harbor, corporations rose from their desks.

"But our troops at Pearl Harbor and Honolulu Harbor are not enough to break through the Siren's western defenses..." York City beside her worried.

"The sinking of the Siren flagship in the Fiji waters indicates that they have lost at least one joint fleet with about 7 to 9 main elite ships—"

His own black coat aboard the Enterprise, opening the windows to let in the fresh air—

"No matter who the warriors with such a record in the hinterland are—the Sirens will call back a lot of ships in order to fill the gap in the Fiji defense zone... Maybe we really have a chance to open up a route to the cherry blossoms."

Bumblebee leaning against the door pressed the brim of her hat: "Miss Enterprise...Baltimore said she would wait a little longer—"

"Waiting can always be passive. Some things must be fought for by oneself."

Enterprise shook his head: "Who else is the battleship currently docked for repairs besides North Carolina?"

"There's also Colorado." Bumblebee replied immediately, "The other battleships have returned to San Diego Port for repairs."

"But she..." Hearing that only Colorado was left in York City, he hesitated to speak.

"It doesn't matter if the speed is slow. We have to be steady this time. After knocking on the gate of the Siren West... just let the other sisters who have repaired and returned to keep up with a team of six ships."

Enterprise held the long white hair fluttering wantonly with a hat, and his eyes were firm: "...We used to have a gap, but if we want to understand each other, we really have to rely on things other than bombs and naval guns."

"It's a pity that Sakura's crazy woman may not accept your love." Bumblebee sneered: "If you want me to say, they have no pursuit, they just want to have a good fight—"

"That's not right, Bumblebee, although the heavy cherry blossoms are thrown at the Sirens, the ordinary Siren ships still can't miss them... This shows that the Sirens who traded with them may also be divided into several different camps... I think it's possible to win them back with a good talk—"

But York City seriously echoed the company's ideas.

"Well, even Miss York City, you say that..."

Bumblebee can only shut up first.

Considering that York City should hate Sakura more than any other ship, and for the sake of righteousness——

But after being quiet for less than a minute, Bumblebee couldn't help but start chatting again:

"Which faction do you think belongs to the fleet that can survive the encirclement of Fiji?"

"It may be a new force composed of many iron-blooded ships." The enterprise calmly said.

"Iron blood? Didn't half of them sink? Oh, I see."

Bumblebee pinched her chin—thinking about these questions killed her brain cells, and her golden hair followed the same dancing rhythm of Enterprise's hair, posing non-stop: "Sister Enterprise means that there is a ship girl in the circle Did you use the iron-blooded ships that returned to the construction pool after the battle to reorganize a fleet?"

It is indeed an enterprise-level understanding.

She then scratched the root of her ear:

"But I'm sorry, the newly born ship girls don't have levels and advanced equipment. If a level 1 naked ship goes to fight the combined fleet of the regional flagship, it can only be wiped out..."

"Maybe there are other ways to level up... Fiji is still an area that we have never explored. There may be special bonuses in it, or human legacy technology helped them."

The company explains it this way——

It occurred to her that it was most likely this unidentified fleet that had detained Bree.

Then the westward movement became more and more necessary.

"Who will be the flagship of that fleet? Tirpitz who sank three weeks ago? Only she can deserve this title?"

"No matter who it is, I have a hunch that soon we will see the real body of that mysterious fleet."

The enterprise took a deep breath and walked out: "I hope the other party is a talkative ship."

From the beginning to the end, they never considered the possibility of humans leading the ship girls—this is a kind of inertial thinking.

Chapter 95 The joys and sorrows of human beings are not connected

"The whereabouts of all the materials and the specific time of dispatch are recorded here."

"Thank you for your cooperation, sir."

After Belfast took the encryption disk, he handed it to Dido behind him, then raised his skirt and gave a decent but distant salute to the person in charge in front of him.

"You're welcome, I hope it can help you."

Even in the face of such a beautiful lady, Mr. Turner still maintained a social distance of more than three figures - more restrained than the ship girls.

It's not so much a social distance, it's better to say a safe distance...

Since the "Scarborough Fair Incident", human beings' perception of the ship girl has become very subtle.

I want to be close, I want to trust, but the emotions of fear and disgust-still burst out after that day.

To be precise, it's not just the people who are afraid of the ship's wife, but also the nobles and parliamentarians.

Jazz is naturally one of them, but compared with those who are really in charge of the cabinet and the Privy Council, he is already the group of people who want to get close to the ship's wife.

The reason is that he was also a front-line officer, and he knows the changes that the ship's mother brought to Britain.

Even if the guys on the top made some small moves, he still sincerely wanted to cooperate with the ladies in front of him to investigate.

"Miss Belfast, we have a well-known Irish chef at reception—"

Maybe there is some kind of expectation hidden in his heart that he can't explain clearly, but unfortunately, the ship girl cannot combine with human beings.

According to the official statement, many soldiers who tried to have physical contact with the ship's mother were secretly dealt with——

official.

This word seems to have become more and more distant from him.

"No, Sir Turner, we are short of time."

Beffa squeezed the iron ring on his neck, and began to look away.

Has Your Majesty had a good meal?Did Sirius take good care of her?Will the Newcastle ladies be unhappy about being back on the front line - will Edinburgh's workload be too much?Has London's attitude changed again?

She has too many things to think about, and she has no interest in the favors of the humans in front of her.

The most important thing is that even if this jazz has a good intention, the guy who has too much contact with the ship's wife will always be dismissed or transferred away soon.

Heh, it's as if the nobles think that the ship's mother is the demagogic siren—the souls of the sailors are taken away.

However, the royal ladies have never shown much interest in these mentally weak officers from the beginning to the end, and the situation where the grassroots monopolizes the command of the ship has never appeared.

"It's all useless work...with the spy funds to guard against us, it's better to add some new tricks to the coastal defense weapons."

She was about to turn around, but saw a bright light shining in the southwest direction of the port with her same name.

The mouth of the Lagan River, which has just entered the night, is reflected transparently, and the gorgeous and solemn outline of the city is reflected on the dark water waves——

Thanks to the desperate protection of the ship girls, the British mainland has not been bombed by any sirens, but now... humans are destroying it from the inside.

"what is that?"

"Is it a factory accident?"

The guards behind Jazz picked up the walkie-talkie to confirm the situation——

"Looks like the workers at the loading yard rioted—"

"What are the police doing?"

"It's not an ordinary riot, they have a lot of weapons! The police can't stand it!"

"Army, have you notified the Army?"

"Already on the way!"

Sir Turner looked away from his subordinates with some embarrassment, and looked at Befar - the glow on their sides was shining, but it was not charming at all:

"Sorry ma'am, it doesn't look like a good night for a drink."

"It's ok."