Iron-blooded Sister-in-law

Observer, like other regional flagships, is very loyal to her own desires. She believes that if she restrains everywhere, she seems to be a "villain", and she will lose a little bit of charm.

Of course, the observers don’t intend to get too close until they find a way to dispel the cognitive distortion force field that comes with the Da Ke’s hull.

Her gaze fell on the hideous naval gun of the Kremlin—the silver-gray barrel seemed to have some kind of extraordinary attraction, which made her feel a bit of the urge to hug it, and even the octopus in her arms couldn't hold it. Fragrant.

But the terrifying sense of tearing around the Kremlin that made her "revealed" seemed to remind her to be careful, if she got too close, her ship might be unfolded directly in the water, and she couldn't even retract it.

"Remember that Purification can only get close to him without being discovered after giving up the hull. That is to say, if I want to get close to Mr. Commander, I must also give up the greatest means of life-saving... It's really exciting."

Before her fingers gradually rubbed down, a burst of communication from the host made her blurred eyes clear quickly.

"...All the testers have already headed here. The group closest to the main engine... Oh, they are already in place on the North Pacific defense line. Are they planning to meet directly with the Kremlin for the third phase of the test?"

She estimated the combat power of the two sides, and felt that it was enough for these ship girls to drink a pot—without considering the combat power of Da Ke.

If the breakout to the north is not fast enough, half a month later, if the testers from the Atlantic Ocean also arrive here, they will really be attacked from three sides.

"I hope you can give me more surprises, Mr. Kremlin...hehe, if you can meet the standard, maybe I will give you some gifts that you can't refuse~"

Talking to herself like this, she turned over, raised her head towards the sea, and swam in backwards, like a dexterous fish——

The premise is to ignore the arms and legs under her that have become very inactive because of being neglected.

"Wonder Witch's World Tour"

Chapter 104 Gravity is a trick of capitalism!

The Kremlin seemed to be used to traveling at night—after more than a dozen stars, suns and moons, he no longer needed radio silence, nor did he need to cover up the bright lights in the bridge.

This is the confidence in their own strength, and it is also because of the safety of the nearby sea area that they have a buffer zone for attacking.

"This trial operation will focus on attacking a small group of Siren troops. Please confirm that - don't pursue, don't go deep, leave as soon as you touch it, keep the range advantage, gain experience and deploy defense maps. The ultimate goal is not to annihilate The enemy, I hope everyone knows."

"learn."

"clear."

It's not a uniform answer, but it reflects the different temperaments of the ship girls... The desire to fight has not been reduced because of the differences between the ships, which is a good sign.

"Because of the special circumstances, we are holding a concert on the deck today—this is the first time Befa has participated in such an event. As a new comrade, I hope everyone will take good care of her."

"Yes--"

Except for Z-23 and Bree, the rest of the iron-blooded ship girls still seem to be not too interested in the secretary ship, but Befa's hard work has also caught their eyes. Therefore, the hostility may have been weakened, but everyone has not yet fully responded. Get used to her presence.

The Kremlin understands this, and he has a way of making old conflicts between the camps forget.

"Let's go comrades, tonight the full moon is waiting for us to sing—"

Just like a group of soldiers stationed in a relatively safe wilderness, wanting to enrich the nightlife, the ladies enthusiastically lit a "bonfire" near the bow of the Dake and sat down in a circle.

This thing is actually an optical illusion created by the holographic projector brought by Bree, but there is a stove for heating inside, and it feels warm with the sea breeze, as if it is really warm in front of the fire.

"Good evening, comrades—we come from all over the world, but we gather here for a common ideal."

Dake stood closest to the campfire and read the opening words.

"I hope that everyone will put aside the barriers and differences of nationalities for a while, and enjoy the happy time to the fullest."

Like an enthusiastic song host, Kremlin held up a long-handled brush that Befa did not know where to get as a loudspeaker, and stretched out his right hand, showing his broad arms to every ship girl present:

"Today's opening song is played by Comrade Eugen and Comrade Z-23 - German folk song, "Beautiful Western Forest" everyone welcome!"

chirp chirp——

Except for Beifa who was a little confused, all the ship girls present began to clap their hands.

"So it turns out that the commander didn't let Eugen learn more Soviet songs, but agreed to let her rehearse our folk songs?" Tirpitz had a deeper understanding of the "broadness" of the Kremlin.

The maid turned her head slightly, and asked the Queen of the North, who was also in the gentle hand, with some anxiety: "Miss Tirpitz, how many times have you done similar activities?"

"This is the third time since I arrived in the fleet. According to Zeppelin, there were three more times before, so what you saw should be the sixth party."

Tizi replied calmly:

"During this period of time, in order to count the supplies faster for the Northern Expedition, the commander has slightly neglected recreational activities, but the ability to create this kind of bonfire should have been planned when we didn't pay attention."

"... Ms. Eugen is holding an accordion? Accordion with German folk songs?"

Afterwards, what surprised Befa even more was the musical instrument used by Eugene.

As if ignoring Befa's skeptical gaze, Chong Xun, followed by a group of little yellow chickens, stood still on the "stage" and opened the bellows.

Befa said that she had been running around with Da Ke these days, but she didn't know that Eugen could play this thing, and it was probably taught to her by the commander in private.

"Oh, you—beautiful western woods?!"

With the accordion widened, Prince Eugen re-enacted the classic ballad adapted by the army at sea with a slightly cheerful singing voice that was not like her usual tone.

"Despite the wind blowing so cold—?"

"Hoo!" But Z-23 blew a very loud whistle in response to Eugene's singing—as if to embellish this cheerful theme, piercing the night sky sharply.

"Miss Z-23, what does that mean? Some kind of applause?"

Biffa blinked, always feeling that the serious destroyer would not make similar "naughty" moves.

"Imitating the whistle of the army when marching is a tradition to increase the expressiveness of marching music...the Soviets also like it."

Tizi explained in a low voice.

She is also very helpless, some details that only they know and appreciate...and they have to explain it to the British guy in front of them.

"But the little sun,"

Although Eugen's movements are not proficient enough, it can be seen that she has put in a lot of hard work. Whether it is the demeanor when singing or the way she uses force, they are slightly different from the military songs that rely on the team chorus.

Heavy patrol's gaze has been focused on Kremlin's cheek, like a young girl who is eager to express herself and wants to be encouraged by her lover.

"It still shines into the depths of my heart—?"

"Clap clap-"

Along with Eugen's chorus, both the Kremlin, Beffa, who knows how to appreciate a little bit, and Tirpitz, who has a subtle gaze, all applauded again.

What makes Grape feel a little bit wrong is that the lyrics and military whistle are correct, but the rich layering of the accordion makes the arrangement a bit more Da Lieba and salty lard.

I don't know if Eugen did it on purpose. In fact, most of Manjiu's scores don't have the space for accordion expression.

"It sounds good."

The head maid was not as sharp as Tizi, and she sincerely praised her.

Although the Royal Palace occasionally holds some very elegant symphony concerts, they are two completely different musical pleasures.

As if walking in the shade, Eugen's singing gave Befa a wonderful experience of empathy.

"Doesn't the master care that Miss Eugen chooses the military song?"

"The meaning of this folk song is very simple, even soldiers from other countries can use it, so it doesn't matter."

Tirpitz added calmly and in a low voice: "And this song is sung a lot in our place... when the army went to the Ardennes Forest and... France. The commander may not be very clear about it, and there is no bad feeling."

"Thanks Comrade Eugen and Comrade Z-23 for the hot spot—"

Kremlin helped Eugen take off the accordion, jumped onto the stage with the metal pole in hand, and said loudly with his back to the flames: "Where there is song, there is poetry——Next, we will invite Comrade Zeppelin to bring you a poem recitation, "Northern North "Red Star in the Pacific"—"

"Poetry reading? Zeppelin?"

Don't talk about Beifa this time, even the grapes were stunned.

I have never seen Zeppelin participate in it before. She used to keep her non-human appearance and clapped her hands and sighed like watching a monkey, thinking it was wonderful.

But at this time, she maintained a serious face, and the high-heeled shoes made a crisp sound of rubbing against the deck, and she stepped onto the stage under the call of Da Ke——

"At the beginning of Toto Island, cut off Fiji obliquely, from south to north, comrades hold high the flag—"

That posture reminded Beffa of the famous British movie "The King's Speech".

You can't say she's not emotional, but the vodka-flavored words coming out of the German's mouth are still...

The head maid's long-standing knowledge of the iron-blooded ship collapsed tonight, and the impact was no less than when Tizi came to persuade her.

"...I don't remember Miss Zeppelin being like this before." She moved back uncomfortably.

"Don't remember, even yesterday, she didn't write a poem by herself as seriously as she is now."

Beifa only felt his mouth was dry, as if his brain had taken all the water out of his body to keep it running. He unconsciously picked up the tea he had prepared and sipped it, hoping to dilute his mental stimulation a little.

"To bring down injustice and oppression, our Soviets will punish the world, from the Baltic to the Pacific—"

Zeppelin slammed the manuscript of the poem on the table.

"Well……??"

And Bepha, who wanted to take a sip of water to calm the shock, almost spit it out, and the shaking turret armor brought a gust of wind, causing the holographic image in front to shake.

Coughing for a long time, causing everyone to look at her, Befa could only hurriedly hug her turret obediently, trying to make her presence a little weaker, and then used the finger with the iron glove in an unladylike manner. Jie squeezed out a stack of handkerchiefs and wiped the water stains from the corners of his mouth.

"Ahem...she...does she know what she just said?"

After Zeppelin stepped off the stage amidst applause, Beffa walked over to the grapes in embarrassment.

It was unbelievable—Tirpitz, who had shown the worst hostility towards her in the past few days, was now the one she felt most "right" among the ship girls present.

"I think she knows it very well. You have to know that Zeppelin is the one among us who has the least sense of belonging to Iron Blood. I think it's quite reasonable after it has developed to this day." On the other hand, Grace seemed to have nothing to shock her. She took a sip of tea calmly and praised Befa:

"The tea is well brewed."

"Thank you for the compliment……"

Belfa really hoped that Tizi, like her, couldn't even maintain the calmness of drinking water, but unfortunately - she was obviously the one with the worst ability to accept in the fleet.

"Enter the free dance session - comrades, please move your legs and arms, and burn like fire!!"

Kremlin came to the holographic bonfire, popped out his left leg, and made an inviting gesture towards Z-23.

At the same time, the music played by Manjiu became more and more cheerful, full of Slavic style.

"Hey-ha-ha!" Kremlin shouted at the ladies.

After Z-23 came to his senses, he accepted the dance invitation with a chuckle, and the two of them made a gesture of salutation by leaning forward in front of the fire at the same time.

In the reflection of Befana's pupils that made the flames turn red, the little destroyer girl and Kremlin held hands and began to spin on the left side of the flames. Their steps were fast and fierce, like four drumsticks beating. Hit the surface of the deck and let it vibrate to the beat of the music.

The restlessness of the boiler was also mixed in, spreading in all directions through the soles of the pair's boots.