Iron-blooded Sister-in-law

"I'm not venting, I'm just insecure."

The only battleship in the White Eagle Fleet said softly: "That man looks like he has been battle-tested—I can't imagine that in the era when siren attacks are so frequent, there are still ordinary male soldiers fighting at sea."

"No, he doesn't look 'ordinary', does he?" Bumblebee wiped the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead:

"Miss Enterprise, if he is really the only commander so far, should we talk to him..."

"Talk about what?"

"Guan, it's about asking him to command us."

Bumblebee was a little twitchy in a rare way, in sharp contrast to her usually sassy and cheerful.

"We have all confirmed that he has strong spiritual power as a backing, and there are so many ship girls following him—"

"...No." The company shook his head and rejected the proposal.

"Eh?? Why??"

"Mr. Kremlin's final destination is not Sakura, he is a Soviet, and he will definitely find ways to return to the sphere of influence of the Northern Alliance."

Enterprise stroked the Grim Reaper standing on his forearm twice: "It is impossible for us to leave with him."

"Why can't - uh..."

Halfway through the talk, Bumblebee misfired herself because she saw York City's eyes full of "caring".

"Even if you don't consider the attrition of the fleet, the defense of the Hawaiian base, and the subsequent security issues on the west coast, the flag flying on his mast, you don't understand what that means, do you?"

The company was not angry, but just looked at the withered bumblebee calmly: "The sickle and hammer will never be accepted by our Congress and the Old Navy, not only them, but of all the forces in the current Azur Lane, perhaps only the North Alliance Girls can follow that flag with no mental burden—”

"But I see those iron-blooded old enemies and Belfast also get along very well with him?" Bumblebee wanted to defend.

"It's different, Bumblebee, they are already Kremlin's wives, his private army."

The words spoken by the company are so true that every pore of the bumblebee is uncomfortable——

"When the ship girls sink in battle, they will gather around the commander who built and salvaged them, and then they will let go of the barriers, put aside the differences in camps, and only serve that person desperately - it is the commander who gave them a new life and a new meaning of existence, So ... there is no pressure on them to fight for the goals of the Kremlin."

The gray ghost sighed under the increasingly complicated gazes of the white eagle girls: "But we are different, we can't let go of everything we have experienced, and we can't let go of our responsibilities to the United States... Even if we instinctively want to follow him, we can't give up. It can be done. Just because he's a Russian and because we're White Eagles."

"...Does the Soviet Union really still exist in this world?" Bumblebee was silent for a while and muttered.

"Yes, it probably lives in some people's hearts." York City closed his eyes, as if he was feeling the burnt smell on the red flag with a slightly missing corner:

"Bumblebee, if we really follow him, do you know what will happen to the other companions of the Home Fleet..."

Suspicion, suppression...

Sisters stationed on the east and west coasts are likely to become homeless all at once.

Even though human beings are very weak when facing the ship girls, the white eagle ship girls can't use their strength to fight for a higher status in human society-they are not heavy cherry ship girls, and they are decisive in some aspects. difference.

If they really do that, White Eagle will exist in name only. After all, their sense of identity with this force also comes from the cohesion of "ideology" and some kind of ideological persistence.

So they are destined not to follow the Kremlin so chicly.

"That's the only commander right now."

Bumblebee muttered again: "Just let him go...how about we tie him back?"

… Whether you tie it up or not is up to you to talk about, but that woman Frederick will probably knock you out and drag you away before you can do anything—

Enterprise actually chuckled, his serious face was amused by his sister's unrestrained association ability.

In addition, the man's special features... It is obviously linked to the battleship under his feet... He does not necessarily represent the group of ordinary humans. In addition to the flag he holds high, his identity is also a factor that will cause turbulence.

Hope he can handle it-

Of course, Enterprise is not a woman who is completely ignorant of flexibility. In the process of arguing with politicians from time to time, she has also learned some less "ship girl" skills.

One of them is a skill... called "Investment".

It seems to correspond to her ship name, she doesn't plan to bet all her chips on those guys in her hometown who can't do anything but fight internally, for this she must win more favor from Da Ke, in case After that, the world really changed drastically because of him, and this "favor" will be repaid a hundred times.

"When St. Louis is fixed, let's talk to her about her opinion of the commander."

"Miss Enterprise?" Bumblebee suddenly felt that today's enterprise was a bit wrong.

I can't tell what it feels like, but it seems to be different from the upright image she showed in Bumblebee's heart...

"Wars don't end on their own, but if we want to fight for the day when wars do end, we have to make changes."

The enterprise let the god of death fly back to its shoulders, and looked at Haman who was slowly returning to meet in the distance——

Behind the little ship's mother is a... U-boat?Um, so the submarine was used to pick up the goods?

Submarines, battleships, aircraft carriers...Light and heavy cruisers and destroyers are all in place...Huh?

The enterprise suddenly froze.

"What's wrong?" York City noticed the change in the flagship's expression.

"...No, nothing..."

If Bree was in his fleet...

She considered it for a moment, but still didn't say it.

……

"The break has been connected to Bree, and she can barely sail at about [-] knots... She needs at least eight hours to recover. Commander, do you want to take advantage of this time to prepare your boiler first?"

"Just do as you say, Comrade Bree."

After Dake sent Bree away, he and Befa took care of St. Louis who was still in a coma.

Although St. Louis can be completely repaired, Bree's workload is already heavy, and the Kremlin is not a philanthropist, so it must prioritize ensuring the combat effectiveness of its own people.

This woman's hair was a pretty bright blue, the hair color of an unnatural human being, and more like a fantasy creature born from the sea than the white-haired Beffa, Raisin, and Zeppelin.

Her soft facial features are very similar to those of Helena and Honolulu, but she is not as pure as her sisters, her cheeks and lips have a wonderful sense of plumpness, just looking at them is quite charming and inspiring The appetite kind.

"The St. Louis." Staring at her face, Duck muttered silently.

He has heard about the Brooklyn class. By the time he entered service, this type of light cruiser had almost withdrawn from the main battlefield, and only appeared in local conflicts, mostly in situations where firepower and ship technology were limited— — Seems like she ended up being sent to Brazil by the Yankees.

It's a pity that it's not the most cutting-edge ship, otherwise Comrade Brie would have just reverse-engineered her design.

Dake's slightly nasty thoughts reflect from the side that some of the company's worries are indeed well-founded——

"...Why is it so big...does it have something to do with the number of cannons?"

He moved his eyes down for a moment, but in order not to look at Lu Chou from behind the head maid, he just took a look and then turned back again.

Beifa is one of his own people, so it doesn't matter if you pay more attention or receive some benefits, but the ship girls of other forces still have to give enough respect.

"Cleveland class—I remember it was an improved version of Brooklyn, why does she look so flat?"

Belfa thought that Da Ke's arm was to create a sense of majesty for St. Louis who might wake up at any time, but she would never have thought that he was madly persecuting a certain sea knight in his mind.

"—Speaking of which, the Cleveland I know looks more like a technical soldier than any of those guys who are all big, and it does have a little less muscle on the chest."

In the middle of his thoughts running wild, St. Louis on the bed groaned, his body swelled up slightly, his toes curled up slightly in the white rubber stockings, and then stretched out again, and then slowly opened his eyes.

The purple pupils with a little pink light fixed on Kremlin's face and slowly focused.

"...Ah, you are?"

She squirmed her cherry lips: "That red light?"

"...Are you awake? The operation was a success."

Da Ke didn't know what the light mentioned by St. Louis meant, so he could only put down his folded arms in a businesslike manner, and waved them outward, signaling her to relax.

"……Eh?"

In the end, I don’t know whether he was frightened or really too relaxed. St. Louis stroked his two thighs, his right leg was slightly bent upwards, and his toes unconsciously grabbed the bed sheet and pulled it a little——

"..."

red, red? ?

The undefended and fascinating triangle made Dake's eyes widen instantly, but soon, noticing that St. Louis was still staring at his nose with a puzzled face, he coughed lightly, indicating that he didn't mean it.

It can only be blamed that the clothes designed by you White Eagle are more excessive than the iron-blooded ones - those diamond-shaped hole-like decorations show the large skin from her waist down to Dake's eyes one by one.

But speaking of it, it is also a White Eagle ship, so why does the Cleveland class and that famous company look serious?Surely there are individual differences.

"...Mr. Kremlin, right? The one behind... is Miss Belfast?" The plump light patrol slightly raised his body, not caring that Dake could almost see his whole body.

"Your Ann, Ms. St. Louis."

Befa raised her skirt and said, "It's my honor to work with you again."

"Long time no see... My keel was actually connected... You must have spent a lot of money, right?" St. Louis thanked Da Ke in a low voice.

"For moral assistance, it is not considered a cost."

Dake forcibly lifted his gaze up, and stayed longer on the other's weakly smiling lips.

Not only are the breasts big, but the hips are also not small... Oh, speaking of which, the square buttocks of American warships are really handsome. It seems to be reflected in the ship girls, that is, their buttocks are obviously rounder than those of the ship girls of other forces.

Of course, Da Ke, who had never seen the heavy cherry ship girl, could only compare the iron-blooded ship with the royal ship.

Chapter 137 Entrepreneurial Spirit

Considering that the current posture of St. Louis is not suitable for him to "observe" condescendingly, Dake turned his body slightly and raised his chin towards Befa: "You guys catch up on the past... When she can move around, take her out."

"Yes, Master."

"Wait a moment, Mr. Kremlin..."

Seeing that Da Ke actually planned to slip away like this—he thought that the other party would gather some information from him, and St. Louis, with an inexplicable sense of expectation, wanted to keep him anxiously for a while.

"What's the matter, ma'am?"

Hearing the weak and hoarse voice that had just recovered a little, the strong man stopped in his tracks.

"Since Belfa calls you master...you are the commander of this fleet, right?"

"Exactly."

"...I want to know what you think of White Eagle and us..."

Naturally, St. Louis noticed Dake's erratic eyes. After feeling a little "superiority" and joy, he adjusted his sitting posture a little, trying to make his thighs fit on the bed so that he didn't look so flirtatious. people.