Iron-blooded Sister-in-law

Iron Blood Pickup King Author: Herbivorous Dragon

【brief introduction】

"...Guten Tag (Hello), Your Excellency Commander. I'm Z23. Let's learn together and move towards the top together." Jumping out of the construction machine, Z-23 followed the ship's mother's instinct and moved towards the top. Loyalty to the man who called her to this world—

However, there was no response to the girl's appearance line that was planned for a long time at the construction stage, and was not only decent but also solemn. After a brief silence, the tall man in front of him replaced the greeting to the girl with a question. "Red or blue?"

"Wrong, wrong??" Looking at the strong man in the sea soul shirt and sailor's hat, whose body was almost obscured by the sun, the always calm Z-23 briefly shut down.

"Red, red?" Because Yuan was on the red center axis, she almost instinctively chose this color.

"Very well, you are a qualified comrade."

Hearing this, the strong man's face turned slightly wide, and he grabbed Z-23's hand, which she refused to shake.

"Let me introduce myself, from the great Soviet Union, No. 20 Four Plan - Kremlin class, Kremlin battleship, reporting to you."

Chapter 01 Ship Girl?Shipman!

"...Guten Tag (Hello), Your Excellency Commander. I am Z23, let us learn together and advance to the summit together."

Leaping out of the construction machine, the name Z-23 followed the ship's mother's instinct, and offered her loyalty to the man who summoned her to this world——

However, there was no response to the girl's decent and solemn debut lines, which had been planned for a long time during the construction stage. The tall man in front of him was silent for a moment, and replaced his greetings to the girl with questions.

"Red or blue?"

"Eh, eh??" Looking at the burly man in front of him wearing a sea soul shirt and a sailor cap, whose body almost covered the sun, Z-23, who had always been calm, had a brief brain failure.

"Red, red?" Because Yuan was on the red center axis, she almost instinctively chose this color.

"Very well, you are a qualified comrade."

Hearing this, the strong man's face turned slightly wide, and he grabbed Z-23's hand, which she refused to shake.

"Let me introduce myself, from the great Soviet Union, No. 20 Four Plan - Kremlin class, Kremlin battleship, reporting to you."

"...Eh?? Aren't you my commander???" The iron-blooded ship girl whose hands were pinched so painfully became more and more confused in the wind, because according to the ship girl's sense of intimacy, she was built by the strong man in front of her. That's right.

But why does the other party act like... he is the ship girl who was just built?

"Your Excellency, Commander, please don't be joking—" The meticulous girl hurriedly sorted out her rushing thoughts, and stared seriously at the man in front of her who looked very reliable on the outside, but was a bit "electric wave".

"Huh? Comrade Captain, didn't you recruit me?"

The strong man was also taken aback.

It's over, this commander is crazy, he seems to be delusional about being a battleship mother——

Z-23 feels that its future is doomed.

"...Strange, comrade, your accent smells like sausage beer—and which political commissar allowed a child of your age to go to war?"

Until the strong man's eyes fixed on the Iron Cross hair ornament on the right side of Z-23's hair...he suddenly realized...that something was wrong.

"Wait, your name is Z-23?"

"Yes, Commander." The little ship girl puffed her chest out, trying to make herself look more reliable.

"How did you become this virtuous?"

"what??"

"I mean how did you turn into a bitch—!"

Compared with the bewildered Z-23, the strong man's expression is even weirder.

"Battleships... aren't all ship girls female—" Z-23 felt inexplicably insulted: "Commander... are you okay?"

Maybe I have a commander who has no common sense?

She slandered.

"Comrade Captain, perhaps we can joke in private—"

The man named Kremlin let go of Z-23's hand, his tough and handsome face was slightly muscular: "But I have served in the army for eight years, and I have never heard of any country that allows women to be the core of warships."

"Battleship core? Wait! Commander, I'm the ship's mother, I'm a girl."

Z-23's lips trembled:

"I'm standing right in front of you—Z-23, the destroyer girl—"

"Are you sure you are Z-23? Narvik... I don't want to see him, but we have fought as opponents on the battlefield, so I remember it very well. The destroyer core of the 1936-A Type 1 ship I know , a very heavy brown-haired German."

Kremlin made a gesture: "Even if you don't unfold the hull, he can still treat you like his own girl...raise it with one hand. I can't imagine that you and him are actually the same type of destroyer."

"..."

Well, this man can't speak at all——

Z-23 had a headache, she couldn't simply let the commander accept the existence of the ship's mother through words, and she was at a loss for a while.

Is there anyone who doesn't know the ship girl these days?Did he run out from which corner of the mountain?

Or did he just build himself by accident?But what about those speeches that sound familiar to the Jagged Destroyer?Paranoia?

By the way, if he wears a ship suit, he will definitely believe what I say!

As soon as he made up his mind, Z-23 revealed the ship behind him—the red light flashed, and the gun barrel, which represented the art of iron-blooded warfare, bared its fangs ferociously.

"boom!!!"

But at the moment when she was about to prove to the commander that she was a qualified war machine, Kremlin moved. He suddenly punched Z-23 on the side of the cheek, and with a buzzing sound, the destroyer girl felt her left ear pop She was almost torn off, and her hair was thrown back under the violent fist wind, slapping on the back of her head.

It is no exaggeration to say that if the punch just hit the bridge of her nose, she might not be able to do it, but if it was an ordinary girl who was torn by the wind of the fist, she might lose all her hair.

"Woo-oooh!!!"

With a strange scream, Z-23's legs went limp, and he fell to the ground directly. The muzzle of the ship behind him was also facing away, obviously frightened by the Kremlin.

"Please don't point the cannon at your own people, thank you."

Kremlin withdrew his tense arms. If he hadn't been vigilant against the destroyer's guns, the punch just now might have really killed the girl——

"Well, Comrade Captain...well, maybe you're not quite my comrade—now I believe you're a destroyer."

Looking at the girl who was about to cry while maintaining a duck sitting position on the ground, the man sighed helplessly, and his rigid face softened a little: "Individualized, miniaturized 150mm guns and 533mm torpedo tubes... interesting , this kind of technology is bound to be of great use in the army, but in the sea, is the power really guaranteed?"

"Commander—are you human??"

Without answering Kremlin's question, Z-23 murmured suspiciously for the first time.

"Me? Human, no doubt."

The Kremlin crossed his hands proudly and proudly: "The core of the battleship is also human beings. We should be regarded as the same kind of soldiers, right? So Captain, please don't ask questions that only racists would ask - otherwise I have reason to doubt your The ingredients are not pure."

"I, I, I'm sorry——" Z-23 felt unprecedented pressure from the strong man in front of him, as if the other party obviously didn't have a ship suit, and he could easily strangle her to death with only his body.

In the shared memory of all ships of the same type, she had never seen such a strange commander.

"This is not an example. If you think you are a qualified fighter, please cheer yourself up."

Kremlin raised his eyebrows: "Now I'm sure, you are indeed a German ship, but your Russian language is not correct, but your words and tone are very standard. Have you learned it?"

"No, the ship girl is by default able to communicate with the commander. Language is not a problem... Ah, when it comes to Germany, there is no Germany anymore. We just use camps to divide the forces that the ship girl belongs to. The original German ship girls are formed. The 'Iron Blood' faction—"

Z-23 got up from the ground with a swing, barely maintaining his dignity as the lead ship of Type 1936A—of course, the muzzle must no longer be pointed at the man opposite—

"Iron Blood... Heh, it's a name only given by those war lunatics. However, the battle is so fierce that the Dehai camp has to be reorganized?"

Holding his chin in exclamation, Kremlin began to observe the surrounding environment: "Although you haven't fought side by side with the Germans much-you even have to recruit Soviet ships. It must be that the battle situation in the nearby waters is already very unfavorable, right?"

"Nearby waters? Commander, I don't know what's going on in the nearby waters. I was just built!" Z-23 was anxious.

"I was also just recruited—"

A man and a woman realized something was wrong at the same time, and began to scan this lonely island, which seemed to have only a land-based fortress as a marker——

Then they spoke at the same time:

"Aren't you the commander, why don't you know what's going on around you?"

"Aren't you the captain, you don't even know what sea area you are in?"

Okay.

This is probably the most malicious coincidence in the world.

After somewhat understanding his situation, Kremlin lowered his voice even though his thoughts were confused: "Captain, you didn't take the initiative to recruit me?"

"I also want to ask the commander why you don't know anything about the ship girl—"

Z-23 was full of anger, but considering that the gap in force between the opponent and himself seemed a bit large, he still didn't dare to show too much.

"It seems that we are not each other's conscripts, but we recognize each other as officers. There is no one else on the island, which is strange."

But no matter how you think about it, even if Germany intends to unite with other countries to compete for maritime resources, it will not consider joining forces with the Soviet Union—

Since entering the era of sea power, the Berlin-Moscow axis has only been successfully established once, and soon it tore its face and fought at sea.

After ruling out the possibility of the Germans asking for help, he continued to rub his chin: "Is it the conspiracy of the Imperial Navy or Sam? To transfer me away from Khabarovsk so that they can gather from the Sea of ​​Japan?"

That's not right, if they had such outrageous space transfer technology that could affect the shipyards of other countries, they would have thrown themselves and the Red Sea Navy to the back of the moon or outer space long ago, how could they still stay on the earth.

He was thrown out with full ammunition and fuel, and as long as he found any route, he could go home.

"However, this girl who claims to be Z-23 holds direct command over me...it cannot be faked..."

He sighed—everything is convenient for the core of the battleship, but every time he makes a long-distance transfer, he always needs to get in touch with the captain again, and even changed a little girl to be his boss this time.

"I'll try to contact the Soviet High Command—but don't get your hopes up."

He had prepared for the worst.

"Soviet Supreme Command? Is it the faction you belong to, Commander—wait a minute, you are from the Northern United?" Z-23 finally realized.

Only the ship girls of the Northern United like to call the commander comrade the most.

"What the hell is the Northern Union?"

The Kremlin frowned fiercely: "My great motherland has never had another name."

"Uh, uh." Z-23 was stunned, she suddenly wanted to find a place to be alone and feel sad for a while, why was she so unlucky to have a ferocious and not talkative commander?