Iron-blooded Sister-in-law

She has already exerted [-]% of her combat effectiveness of this type of ship, but she was unable to wrestle with the hull of the Dake, so she abandoned the hull and planned to jump onto the bow of the Kremlin in a human form, and take that The damned humans are thrown into the sea!

But when she lost contact with the hull and felt a sense of relief in her lumbar spine, she saw the strong man standing on the bow of the opposite side just now... flying towards her.

Yes, it flew over.

The man raised his frightening right hand with his skin torn apart, blood vessels and muscle structures visible, and was still bleeding, and he clenched it into an iron fist, and hammered at her fiercely with a torrent of wind.

"boom!!!!"

No. 03, who didn't have much melee knowledge, instinctively raised his hand to block, but at the moment when he folded his hands to block the heavy punch, two forearm bones were broken at the same time.

Then the broken arm and hands hit the left cheek again, blasting her out, and shooting her head into the already shapeless bridge behind her——

Just fainted.

"..."

Kremlin, who had punched this punch, could not brake well. He followed No. 03, which flew upside down, and fell into the hollow of the bridge. Neymar rolled for several weeks before hitting his back against the bulkhead. Paste out a humanoid groove.

"……not dead?"

With a expressionless face and blood dripping from his forehead, he held the unconscious No. 03 up by the neck like a ghost—to confirm her condition.

"..."

"Boom!!!"

In order to confirm that the woman really passed out, the strong man pinched 03's neck and punched her in the stomach as insurance.

"Looks like I really passed out."

He didn't know whether he was relieved or put his hands on his hips in satisfaction, and dragged the poor guy with disheveled hair, jumped back to his own deck from the hull that was completely broken, and both sides were flooded and overturned at the same time.

Chapter 133 Clouds are the white threads of the blue sky

"...How do you feel that you are very skilled in doing this kind of thing..."

Facing Eugen's wandering eyes, the strong man dragged the tester's "corpse" and landed on the deck.

His current appearance looks like a ruthless perpetrator, no matter how evil he is, he is similar to the kind of butcher who came out of a horror movie. Coupled with the hideous wounds on his body, Eugen was in a delicate state of mind. At the same time, distressed and blamed.

"What do you mean?"

Dake raised his eyebrows hoarsely:

"It's also the first time I've succeeded in this kind of team-hopping battle. If it was on our side, I would be able to return to Hong Kong with honor as soon as I collided with a battleship of the same level."

Accompanied by the tired but slightly relaxed voice of the man, the Kremlin smashed away the stingray hulls that had turned into scrap iron on both sides, and moved a little towards the north.

"So you just punched this guy without ever practicing?"

Eugen was so angry that he swelled his flamboyant chest muscles.

He was almost scared to death by Dake just now.

"If you sink here, none of our ships will be able to catch you up—this kind of injury-changing tactic is likely to bury you in one go when you are far away from your homeland. Not every time Such good luck every time!"

She held her neck high, wishing she could squeeze Dake off the deck with her chest.

"...Of course I thought about it for you and decided to do this. It's not because I want to take risks, but because we don't have the means to quickly deal with the testers at a long distance."

Kremlin took a light breath—Eugen squeezed his chest and deformed it, probably caused by the self-defense awareness generated by the battle. Now she is hard all over, and she even feels a little panicked when hugged: "Otherwise We may have to go through two or three rounds of plasma weapon bombardment, and I can't survive it."

"You can use your words to make sense."

Eugen raised his voice a little.

"...how is the captain's situation?"

Dake could only quickly change the subject, and at the same time turn the right rudder of the ship, approaching their battlefield at half speed.

"23 She's doing fine, Bree has recovered half of her fighting ability - she's only injured in her leg, but unlike you, you can't find a piece of intact skin all over your body."

Eugen stepped forward to push the big gram——

I have to say that the Hindenburg-class turret armor is a little more solid - if he had seen Eugen deflect the shell with his chest muscles, his eyes would be even more strange now.

... Has this woman grown a little taller?Will changing the hull be accompanied by this change?

Da Ke, who only realized some differences, scratched his cheek in embarrassment, and dragged the unlucky ghost he was carrying forward a little, trying to knock Eugen away.

"Snapped--"

Seeing Da Ke's face indifferent, Eugen hugged his body and prevented him from moving forward.

Kremlin was taken aback... The woman's relatively solid "delicate body" was trembling.

She is afraid.

With joyful terror--

"I won't say meaningless words to you in battle anymore, but at least you don't force yourself to make such a dangerous decision every time..."

Eugen's eyes couldn't be seen from this angle, but the wet feeling on his shoulders didn't seem to come from his own spilled blood.

"Slap." The blood dripping from Dake's forehead hit Eugen's hair.

It was as if her tears fell on the shoulders of a strong man.

Tears are salty.

It just so happened that Dake’s shoulders were full of small blood holes, and that’s probably what it was like to sprinkle salt on the wound——

He moved slightly in pain, causing Eugen to lift his face.

"Does it hurt?"

Chong Xun's eyes were red, and he pursed his lips and gently blew Dake's wound.

"nonsense."

The strong man raised his eyebrows, as if he was too lazy to pretend, he hissed, and stretched out his other palm, which was slowly healing and left a thick blood scab, and stroked Eugen's hair.

"So...you still know it hurts?"

A streak of dyeing on Chong Xun's forehead stained Dake's shoulders and chest, making her hair seem to be soaked in a man's blood.

If Eugen was drenched in seawater and slightly stained with scarlet, he was a red tulip with dewdrops, then Da Ke is probably a piece of drowned beet now...

For this virtue, it is better not to hug the fragrant ship girl.

"Don't cry, it's too ugly."

Although it was a bit rude to the lady to speak like this, he was afraid that Eugen would be covered in blood.

However, women are unreasonable when they are in the top...

Eugen snatched the prisoner of war in Dake's hand, and a sternness flashed across his tender brows and eyes just now:

"This thing...it's useless anyway, I can sink her, right?"

She pulled the tester's hair, and her actions were rougher than Da Ke——

"It's useless? You still expect her to reveal the purpose of that fucking son of a bitch's experiment—don't deceive yourself...take it to the isolation cabin." The strong man wiped his palm, trying to take out a cigarette to calm his shock, but found The box had disappeared—it should have been thrown into the sea when he punched just now.

"Aren't you going to kill her?" The heavy patrol ignored the pity on Dake's face, and continued to ask without giving up: "The tester still has a lot of secrets, and the airtight cabin alone may not be able to restrain her... I thought you Will break her limbs and hang her from the mast."

"...What kind of image do I have in your eyes—suddenly curious." Kremlin heard this, and his arms trembled again——

"A straight steel man who doesn't care about his body and has a brain full of blood."

Eugen expressed his true thoughts with disgust.

"...Thank you for your honesty, Comrade Eugen. But I won't change it for a while, let me repair the hull quietly now-don't forget that we haven't won this battle yet." Kremlin put the red hat He took it off and handed it to Eugen: "...After locking up this woman...the hat will be sent to the laundry room by the way, thank you."

"...Whether it's fighting or life, rely on me a little more."

Sensing that Dake was comforting her, Eugen didn't want to go too far, she dragged No. 03 who was still bleeding golden blood towards the bridge, and said as she walked, "If you put yourself Seriously injured, no matter what your order is, I will go into the water to fight—”

"...Okay, I promise you."

Dake sighed, until the figure of the heavy cruiser disappeared on the deck, then turned his head to look at Tirpitz who seemed to be standing there in discomfort: "What's the matter, Comrade Tirpitz?"

"The situation of the friendly forces should not be very optimistic. I just came to remind you of this."

Raizi frowned, looking up and down Dake's injury, even though she was much calmer than Eugen, and her affection for Kremlin was not as good as that of Marriage, she still squeezed her forearm empathetically, and circled the same position , as if that would stop Da Ke's wound from bleeding:

"...Also, let Belfast bandage you."

"Wrapping up just makes me look better, as I said."

Dake shook his wrist, indicating that he was fine.

"Then please at least don't make yourself look too scary." Tizi asked Dake in a rare and powerful voice.

As if that was not a request but an order.

"……Ugh."

Kremlin scratched his sore neck with a flat mouth:

Women are such a hassle.

He just took a step forward to find another reason, and went back to the bridge to get a pack of cigarettes first, but he saw Befa and Spee rushing to him with medical kits in their hands.

"Master!! Lie down quickly—" Although the head maid's pretty face maintained a calm face, her tone was a little hurried, and she suddenly bent her knees and knelt in front of him—not caring at all about the muddy water on the deck. sandy water.

"???" Then his head was pressed by Spey's big mechanical hand on the head maid's thigh, which was slightly stretched because of kneeling.

For a moment, the strong man felt that it was a wrong decision for him to dismiss Eugen.

……

"..." Feeling the softness of Befa's thigh, Dake looked at the clear night sky and wanted to make a sound several times, but he didn't know what to say, and it still felt a little unreal.

The starry sky is so beautiful. After the wreckage of the tester’s hull sank completely into the deep sea, the shock wave bursting out from the water floated up with light particles like fireflies, dyeing the stars in the sky golden——

This is a spectacle that Da Ke cannot see normally.

Of course, the strangest thing... probably belonged to the fact that he was lying across the deck with his cheek against Bepha's knee.

The soft touch of white silk is not like industrial nylon products, but some kind of particularly expensive silk, coupled with the thin texture, it is as warm as a girl's skin, as long as you slide your cheeks a little, it seems that you can feel more How slender and silky as milk.

Is it so delicate?What exactly is it made of?

He didn't know whether his messy thoughts were looking for Befa's white silk... or the skin of her thighs...