Iron-blooded Sister-in-law

"Someone has to be broken. As a leader and the most important spiritual symbol, Bismarck cannot be sunk."

Frederick showed a rationality different from when he kept claiming that Hudak was a child, and even made it impossible for the strong man to attribute her performances before and after to the same person.

"...Hoo." The Kremlin felt that the most optimistic assessment of Iron Blood and the Vichy Holy See would be based on the shelling of coastal factories and shipyards.

"Although what happened to Iron Blood makes me very sad, but Emperor Frederick... I need you to serve our fleet seriously. Now we are going to break through to the sphere of influence of the cherry blossoms, and from there to the Eurasian continent." If you talk about the truth Thoughts, Da Ke even gloated a little, but he couldn't show it due to the identity of the other party.

"Child... Commander, you come from the ancient Soviet Union - for you, I should not have existed, but since I already exist here, there must be some kind of rationality in it..."

Like Tirpitz, Frederick immediately recognized the meaning of the coat of arms of Duck.

She didn't solemnly swear an oath, nor did she accept the order with high spirits, but she just said softly like a loving mother caring for her children: "Whatever you want, I can help you get it."

"Huh? What a big tone."

Kremlin sneered, and didn't care about Frederick's look that was quite rude to him:

"I'm very greedy. What I want is also the most difficult thing in the world—"

Hearing this, the ship behind Frederick raised his head slightly, revealing the golden internals of the bow:

"Human desires are unlimited. That's right... just like this huge ship...the pursuit of a bigger shape, more powerful power...more turrets...and a greater glory——"

Frederick the Great didn't care about Dake's aggressive gaze, instead he raised his right hand amidst the latter's astonished expression, held it and stroked it: "But don't worry, I will bear your desire, This is a reward for your hard work."

……

"Comrade Captain."

"Speak, Comrade Commander."

"Among the iron-blooded heavy warships, is Tirpitz the one with the most serious character?"

Kremlin propped his cheek haggardly, his arms resting on the information desk, as if he was unlovable.

It was the first time that the destroyer saw Dake like this—did Frederick the Great do something to him?

"A heavy battleship..."

Of course, when thinking carefully about the core of the Kremlin question, Z-23 began to have a "how should I answer" expression on his face——

"Sister Bismarck and Sister Frederick are also very serious?"

"Really? I don't feel it."

"Eh??"

The strong man changed his arm for a pillow, thinking that Befa should have taken the emperor to turn around the hull by now - there was no fire in his cabin, nor was it pierced by shells - at least on the surface it seemed that the British The guy and the German got on pretty well.

Frederick's attitude towards Bepha and Tizi was relatively normal, why did he...

"Comrade Captain, does Frederick like to touch your head when you are working together?"

"Occasionally, I will touch it. Out of respect for the battleship, I will let her touch me, but I always have... Under the appearance of Sister Frederick's kindness to everyone, there is something deep hidden The illusion of..."

The destroyer shivered, then bit the bullet and looked at Dake cautiously—"Commander, you won't be..."

"...don't say it."

Da Ke made a silence gesture: "If Eugen finds out, we'll all be in trouble... She can at least laugh at me for a month because of this."

"……understood."

Z-23 does not have the excitement of knowing the big and small secrets, but a bit of sympathy.

In other words, she was even a little envious of Frederick, who was able to touch the commander's head as soon as they met.

"With the expansion of the fleet, I'm also mentally prepared for various embarrassing situations... Captain, is the application written?" Da Ke didn't intend to waste too much saliva on this encounter.

"It's finished." Z-23 immediately stood at attention again, as if some mysterious power was watching over her, making her serious involuntarily.

"I will help you polish and seal it, and then remember to lock it together with the design drawing, these must be brought back to the country—"

"clear."

The two were just about to get up to pack the papers, but they heard the sound of high-heeled shoes in the corridor in the distance.

It sounds like Befa took Frederick for a tour and returned to the second floor of the bridge.

It seems that there is one more person?

"Spee, Belfast, thank you for introducing me."

"You're welcome, Frederick. We've only just arrived here, and we need to get acquainted with each other." It sounded like Befa and Spey's voices.

Although Frederick is a high-profile battleship and looks older in appearance, her actual age is not as good as Spey and Befa, so she is treated as an equal to them.

The conversation between the two ship girls reminded Da Ke subtly of the time when he was launched into the water——compared with the 1939H plan, he seems...probably...really...younger.

"We can retain the level...it is indeed a greater help to the commander, but why did the construction machine cancel the mechanism of level clearing-do you think it has something to do with the Sirens' recent raids in the Atlantic Ocean?" Frederick said at the moment Compared with the soothing tone when talking with Dake, there is actually a bit of majesty overflowing.

"Unfortunately, the information I have is not enough to judge whether our special encounter is related to the Siren. Without knowing what system the construction machine is controlled by and whether it is under unified control, all doubts can be blamed on the Siren. This is a knot in the head." Beffa's confident voice sank slightly.

"...Is it a knot—Spee, you must have worked hard in the Battle of Sardinia, and you have become a legendary ship—" Frederick shifted his attention from the head maid to his colleagues who often stood side by side—

"Although the final outcome is nothing more than being sunk...But I believe it will be different this time. I can feel the difference between the commander and other humans...I will seize the opportunity and redouble my efforts."

It sounds just very "everyday", gradually turning to impassioned and self-encouraging words, in short, Spey today is still eager to fight.

However, what Dake struggles with is that Spee's favorability is obviously very high, but when facing himself, compared with Befa and Frederick, his performance in all aspects is very flat-it stands to reason that since she came to the fleet, Judging from her performance in the past few days, she is not the type who is good at hiding her emotions.

I remember that Eugen, Zeppelin, and Z-23 had no resistance to skin intimacy when their favorability reached over 80, and they even took the initiative to post them to show their beauty.

This is not to say that Maozi is impatient to put a ring on Spee... He is just curious... When did the "lost" memory between him and Spee be established?

"Comrade Commander? What's the matter? Don't you want to meet Miss Frederick?" Z-23, on the other hand, misunderstood the reason for Da Ke's stagnation, and asked in a low voice.

"No, you think too much."

Dake squeezed his Jingming acupoint—the center of the eyebrows hurts and the eyes hurt, and he feels that there is something discordant in his body, saying that he is sick is not a disease, but a feeling of blocked thinking like a blood pressure rise. Or the feeling of a complication of a stomach flu—

But the core of the battleship will not be sick.

"I just realized that the conclusion I made about the girls at the beginning was a bit too taken for granted, and it was too general. Not all girls are easy to understand, and not all girls are the same."

This kind of "easy to understand" is relative to the more illogical human beings.

He picked up the walkie-talkie while slandering: "Comrade Bree—check me on the second floor of the bridge. After being hit by an energy weapon, there seems to be some hidden dangers—"

Although the three girls had just passed by on the second floor, my headache reaction... definitely had nothing to do with their casual walks.

……

"I'm going back to the dormitory to rest?"

"Thanks for your hard work, Ms. Spey." Beffa raised her skirt to the half-closed door of Miss Heavy Patrol—

After saying goodbye at the door of Spey's dormitory, Frederick walked about ten meters toward the stairs leading to the deck, then turned around and stared at the door of Spey's room, thoughtfully.

"What's the matter, Ms. Frederick? Is there anything worth paying attention to in the dormitory?"

Belfar thought it was because he didn't clean the corridor properly, but seeing that Frederick's expression didn't mean he disliked the environment, he lowered his voice slightly and asked.

"Spee has become a little too aggressive. She has always been a good child, but her previous desire for fighting should be more..."

The emperor didn't mind Befa's inquiry: "Be more reserved."

"reserved?"

"Forget it, I was worrying too much. She has experienced more tragic battles than us, and it may be a child... The commander's enthusiasm infected her. However, it is really beyond my imagination that she can get along with the royal ship's wife peacefully. Expected." Frederick said while propping up his turret, which was bigger than Befa.

"We have abandoned the previous estrangement... Ms. Frederick doesn't care about my former camp anymore?" Beffa gracefully stroked the sides of his pannier, looking calmly at the woman who had been honored by many royal families. The lady of ship fear.

"I'm the one who was being abrupt... the head maid of Belfast, but I still have a place I want to visit—" The Emperor chuckled.

"Where is it?"

"The commander's bedroom."

"...?"

"I, Start Picking Up Boxes From Mond City"

Chapter 120 The Other End of Power

"What is beyond the power?"

Spey nestled in his dormitory, muttering to himself.

The lounge she was assigned was not facing the window. Although it looked spacious, it was quite depressing after staying for a long time.

After the girl briefly repeated a famous quote from a shipgirl, she turned over on the bed, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

As the girl fell asleep, Dake also withdrew his surveillance of the surroundings of her dormitory. After all, some private space should be given.

Like Frederick, he felt that something was wrong with Spee—it was impossible to say exactly, but one thing Kremlin dared to confirm was that Spee was not optional on his "technology tree".

In other words, she has no room for improvement, or she is already in a perfect posture and cannot be raised to the level of a tenth-class ship——

Is it because of level 120?Or other reasons?

But even a logistics ship like Bree has the blueprints of its superior ships, which are displayed in a gray non-upgradable state on the technology tree.

It's just that there doesn't seem to be a clear number for the experience that Bree needs, but instead it is replaced by a bunch of garbled characters.

Dake searched for a while, and felt that this issue could be shelved for the time being——Spee chose a rather dangerous path in the evaluation of grapes as a reference. If she came with a conspiracy, then when the fleet went to Solomon, Everything will be revealed, so there is no need to guard against it.

Although it sounds a little passive, but now the strong man doesn't have so much energy to avoid risks, he can only use his strength to break it, and if he can't break it, he will start all over again-anyway, he will be killed by head-on.

Of course, he felt that it was still necessary to give Spee a certain amount of trust, just like a breaker—

He silently glanced at the level of each ship, and felt that it was time—a wave of hull strengthening must be carried out for all crew members before pulling out the anchor.

"Call Eugen, Biffa, and U81 over, Comrade Captain, I will transform and upgrade them."

"Is it finally going to be remodeled?" Z-23, who carefully put away the application form, lifted his spirits:

"Commander, what will our hull eventually look like?"

"At present, there is no way to install Soviet equipment, so I still use the later ship models of various countries in my memory as the blueprint... Comrade Captain, you may really have to experience the feeling of being a Z-46."

Kremlin said jokingly—then took Z-23's envelope and locked it tightly in the safe.

……

When Belfast's silver hair was scattered around by the strong wind, her blue eyes stopped flickering, and she raised her gauntlet in disbelief, and looked at the gorgeous patterns on it.