Iron-blooded Sister-in-law

After all, no matter how imaginative he is, he can only think of a black-haired, blue-eyed German guy who can run a horse and show off his muscles.

"If the blueprint belongs to Sister Frederick, Commander, you can look forward to Bree—she is also one of the best among scientific research ships—and she has a very kind personality!"

Seemingly recalling the experience of "working" in Sangvis, it was rare for Bree to say a few nice words to other ship girls.

"Oh, number one or two?"

However, Da Ke didn't care too much about Bree's evaluation of Frederick - he was more aware of the true strength of the Kaiser-class, not so much the strength of the ship, but the outstanding fighting will at the core of the battleship.

What's more interesting is that a few days ago, he was still searching in his heart. If the iron-blooded girls can provide the design drawings of the emperor or the prince, it will be helpful to him from the perspective of leaking secrets... I didn't expect the design drawings to be It's just so easy to get...

"I see, did you sacrifice the weight of the artillery to increase your survivability... But the waste of steel in this design is really too exaggerated."

Although Dake wanted to sneer a few more words to prove the superiority of his design, but considering that the core cabin had just been exploded by an electromagnetic gun, he restrained himself——

Facing the tester's weapon with a penetrating power far beyond imagination, no matter whether it is the dome armor structure or the multi-section compartment design, it is useless.Even, if there is an opportunity now, let him sacrifice the tonnage of the armor in exchange for more firepower-he will very actively try.

Of course, considering that "miscellaneous soldiers" like game breakers still account for the majority, perhaps there is no need to make yourself like a glass cannon in the short term.

Kremlin, whose mind gradually became confused, flipped through the blueprints, but heard a buzzing sound from the next door—the Zelo conversion machine, which had the same effect as the construction machine, suddenly started to operate.

"Comrade Bree—it looks like a certain faction's scientific research ship sank at just the right time—"

Kremlin sorted out the papers in his hands, and silently memorized them with the memory of the battleship core far beyond ordinary people, while curling his lips——

Although there is not much sarcasm in the tone, the words don't sound like human words.

"It's really Big Sister!"

Bree poked his head out, glanced back and forth at the humanoid body formed by the construction machine, and then said excitedly: "Look——Commander—the pair of turrets! I'm not exaggerating, Bree!"

"……Uh."

Dake originally wanted to jokingly say a few words, but among the colorful lines filtering back and forth, the characteristic part of the battleship was so eye-catching that he shut up for a while——

It must be two laps older than Tirpitz, who is also a Bismarck class——

So there is really a world of difference between 380mm and 406mm...

"Looks like I won't be able to sleep tonight...but it's a good thing."

Kremlin quietly looked away, and the chaotic thoughts in his head suddenly started to run wild - he had some ghostly imaginations that he must not let his own girls know.

such as--

"Laozi is equipped with a 457mm cannon. If there is a ship with the same name as mine, she will definitely have sagging breasts, right?"

……

At around seven o'clock in the morning, the colorful threads that make up the scientific research ship finally began to slow down the weaving speed.

Since this time was the time when the ship girls were handing over their shifts, and some of the ship girls had just finished their rest, there were no other girls who came to welcome this newcomer with Dake.

It wasn't until Kremlin yawned that he felt a strong aura leaping out of the construction machine, and then he raised his gaze back to the colorful silhouette in front of him.

Even if the opponent hasn't been fully built, it's a bit impolite to keep staring at the turret - anyway, Da Ke doesn't think it's appropriate.

The chaotic colored light turned into a slightly whitish pure color light, and the ship's mother finally landed on the ground. At the same time as the shaking turret reset, Dake also moved his eyes back to the opponent's face with difficulty.

"Welcome, my child, what do you want me to give you? Gold, glory, or youth?"

Black and beautiful, a pair of red, devil-like horns stand on top of the starry black waterfall-like long hair, which adds a bit of magic to the lady, and the hair that brushes the two horns complies with the call of gravity. Her shoulders and back hang down slightly, also covering her coquettish right half of the cheek, and her dark golden eyes are staring at Dake, filled with an emotion that surpasses "trust" and approaches "love".

But such a dignified, mature yet sexy appearance cannot conceal the fact that she is still young - Kremlin assured that, judging from the other party's appearance and physical expressiveness, her real age is not as old as him.But the kind of charming, but also maternally wonderful sight that rushed towards his face, was still like a slender touch, gliding across his chest and armpits, as if he was about to hold him in his arms—— It made him shudder.

"You...what did you call me just now?"

After being briefly captured by the charm of the other party, Dake shook his head quickly, and asked this "superficial mature woman" who "spoke wildly" when they first met with a toothache.

"My child—your expression is full of doubts and wariness about the world—but don't be wary, don't be afraid, I'm here—I'll tolerate everything about you."

Frederick the Great - let's call it that, this woman opened her arms wide to Kremlin, she was serious about holding Dak as a child, and didn't care that Kremlin looked slightly "older" than she A bit of a tough guy look.

"..."

The strong man looked at Bree, who had fallen asleep next to him, inexplicably——

Fortunately, this girl fell asleep, otherwise he would be called a child—where would his majesty as a commander be put?

"You are Frederick the Great, right?" Kremlin gritted his teeth.

"Exactly, the battleship Friedrich der Grosse of the Jagged Navy, one of the products of Project H. My child, if you suffer from insomnia, let me sing you a lullaby."

She stepped forward slowly - her hands seemed to wrap around Dake's back.

"No, I don't intend to fall asleep right away like Comrade Bree—Ms. Frederick the Great, I must correct you—I am 27 years old, and I am past the age of being treated as a child. Please use normal Call me by title, such as Commander, if it doesn’t work, you can call me Kremlin—”

Da Ke was already frightened by this woman's "spiritual level" and did not dare to call her a comrade from the beginning... This kind of woman cannot be immediately accepted as a comrade, and some mental stability assessments must be carried out.

Even when the emperor took a step forward, he immediately took a step back—for fear of being infected.

"Age is no barrier—are you resisting me, sweet child."

It seemed that he was hurt by Dake's evasive action. Although his face was still full of love, the emperor stood still a little, kept a relatively restrained distance from the strong man, and stroked his chest gently: "Sorry, I scared you, but Your cuteness makes me unable to contain my emotions."

Well said - it would be great if those sirens who were frightened into incontinence by me also have your level of aesthetics.

Kremlin thought that if he was 20 or [-] years younger, he might still be worthy of this adjective, but now he can’t be said to be full of flesh, and the society is very—— just a casual stare is enough to cry. A real child, cute or something , I really can't afford it.

"The basis of communication between people is mutual respect, so Ms. Frederick the Great, please call me Commander or Major General of the Kremlin—Of course, I don't mind if you call me Comrade Lavrinenko—"

He even revealed his surname to the emperor, just because he was afraid that she would make it even more embarrassing.

"If you can't accept it, I'll call you Commander... Sorry, is my love still too heavy?" The emperor gently lowered his arms, and his loving and pampering posture was the same as when facing a child who is struggling , but as long as the image of Da Ke is substituted into it, there will be endless feelings of disobedience.

"That's pretty heavy. You're much scarier than that Spike upstairs who had a crush on 89 when he first debuted."

While Dake slandered, he confirmed Frederick's favorability for him—but it was only 50, which seemed to be a normal number of favorability.

For a moment, he was a little uncertain, whether he had hallucinations due to the bad things he did with Zeppelin recently, or whether the world was just so crazy.

"...For me, this way of meeting is a bit too...excessive. Of course, aside from some overreaching titles, I believe you are a reliable battleship."

Even if he wanted to hug Dake, the ship suit behind the emperor had never been put away. The hideous living bow and the majestic turret were full of power at first glance-this is what Dake saw at the level of a ship girl. The most visually impactful equipment combination ever.

"Let me introduce myself, the No.20 [-]th plan, the Kremlin battleship, from the great Soviet Union... Ms. Great, can you stop looking at me like that? I always feel that you really misunderstand my age."

To be honest, if it weren't for the consistent "emotion" shown by Frederick the Great from jumping out of the construction machine to now, Da Ke couldn't help but want to use the Soviet correction punch on her.

"... Man Chiu, come to welcome... new friend..."

The wording of Dake calling out the band has become a lot more restrained, for fear that the emperor will take a hint and make progress.

The Manjiu originally kept a carefree appearance and came out of the gap, but the moment they saw Frederick the Great, their small dark eyes suddenly widened and turned into huge white solid circles.

"Dududu-"

As if they were terrified by the woman in front of them, they began to play a piece of "Flute Concerto in C Major" with the most serious attitude since the Kremlin knew them.

Is it right?Wait - there's a problem -

Dake glared at those yellow chickens——felt something strange about their sudden sex change.

"These kids actually know my best tune—"

And hearing this piece of music, the invulnerable Jianniang clasped her hands and smiled alluringly.

Chapter 119 You are wrong

At first, Kremlin thought that the yellow rooster played seriously because he thought the emperor had high strength and was afraid of being crushed, but when the woman took out a baton from nowhere, the strong man immediately understood——

Co-authoring means that you don't dare to fool around when you meet a knowledgeable person, right?

"The air intake of the flute can be lighter, so that the tone can be longer-cute."

This woman who truly combines the devil's figure and the appearance of an angel seems to enjoy the performance of the yellow chickens very much.

Her commanding posture was so professional that even the conductor of Man Jiu stepped aside and let her wave the baton in her hand.

In this way, Dake stood behind Frederick with the appearance of "please start your performance", and clapped his hands after she fully enjoyed the pleasure of commanding - indicating that the yellow chickens can get off work .

"Thank you, my child, for preparing such a grand welcome ceremony for me." Frederick retracted the pole, and looked at Dake with eyes full of praise from the senior to the junior——

"..."

Do you want to fight or something, you can't change this name, can you?

Dake's complexion gradually became grim, but considering that the other party did not do anything excessive strictly speaking, he still forcibly held back the desire to do something:

"Please don't call me that in front of other ship girls, thank you."

"Brie... is it daylight?"

It may be that Da Ke's voice has raised a lot, and Bree was not awakened by the performance just now. After hearing Kremlin's protest, the little girl was shocked suddenly, straightened up, and wiped her saliva.

"It turns out that the child is by your side... Then everything makes sense." Frederick seemed to notice Bree, who had been sleeping soundly for a long time, turned around, finally stopped staring at Dake, and turned into a picture Look thoughtful.

"Let me tell you first, Comrade Bree's staying here is voluntary, and I didn't force her." Kremlin spread his hands, as if every new ship girl would have doubts about Bree staying in his fleet for so long.

"Of course, I can feel that it's your kindness, Commander, that has attracted Bree—" the emperor put one hand on his chest, and slowly approached the Kremlin. Even in the lower cabin with poor air flow, her hair and the black silk fabric covering her collarbone and north ball were still trembling slightly.

"..."

Dake scratched his face, feeling that even if this woman changed verbally, she might still see him as a young object in her heart, so she could only quickly distract himself by talking about other things, otherwise he would 457 The unicorn arm is almost uncontrollable:

"I heard that you are the battleship with the strongest iron and blood, what kind of dangerous battle will send a strong man like you to my side—?"

Although he was asking such an annoying question as "Why did you die", Da Ke first used modifiers to put it more tactfully.

"Bismarck lost."

"...?"

After Frederick said something endlessly, he sorted out his language, and then continued slowly: "In response to Jean Bart's request for help, we set off from the port of Kiel, gathered near Dunkirk, and headed southwest Heading out along the coast, they were ambushed by sirens on their way to support..."

"If you attack from Dunkirk to the southwestern coast, you will be ambushed? Could it be that the mainland of France..."

For a moment, the Kremlin couldn't imagine how tragic the shrinking of the front line would be.

He silently glanced at the level of Frederick the Great——level 116. Although it is lower than Belfast's level 1, considering the ship type and the difficulty of training, she must have experienced a level not inferior to that of the head maid. Fighting with intensity.

"The coast of southwestern France is under the control of the Sirens. It is because the self-esteem we have gained from guarding the coast has been trampled by the Sirens. That child will lose his judgment and be unable to arrange tactics with absolute rationality." Philip Terre's tone was calm, and he couldn't tell whether he had resentment towards Bismarck.

"So you paid for the price she should have paid, right?"

Kremlin snorted.