Iron-blooded Sister-in-law

It's not that the Kremlin doesn't want to spend more time on Ajax, but he needs to handle the docking work himself. The reconnaissance crews of the first and fifth aviation battles have already seen the outline of the land, but what makes Da Ke uneasy is that the huff and puff Vladivostok, which should have a large amount of light, did not light up many light sources, at least from the sky, it was dark and lifeless.

No moving vehicles, no moving cranes—nothing.

This gave the man a bad feeling.

As Befa led Ajax away, Dake's uneasiness became more and more obvious.

He walked quickly into the command room and found that Z-23 and Zeppelin were waiting for him in the room.

"Miss Cheshire's situation is not very good. Her rudder was blown off... Bree said that if she can't go to shore for repairs, it will take at least one day to barely restore her operational capability."

Z-23 submitted a damage assessment: "The disadvantage of non-comprehensive protection is that it is easy to be severely damaged in some strange places... Of course, it is more economical."

"This is not the time to discuss the pros and cons of the Brit style of shipbuilding."

Da Ke took the assessment, but just shook his head: "Vladi seems to be abandoned, what do you guys know about it?"

"Abandoned? Huh?"

Z-23 frowned: "As the most important seaport on the east side of the Northern Union, no matter how critical the situation is, it should not be abandoned..."

"Is it to prevent siren bombing, conduct a comprehensive blackout, and start radio silence?"

Kremlin scratched his broken hair with some melancholy——

The cropped hair, which was originally capable, has not been trimmed due to the long-term voyage, and now it has gradually plumped up, but the girls like his hair a little longer, so he didn't shorten it right away. When he looks sad, the hair will cast a little shadow , if you ignore his two slightly "somewhat" thick arms, he looks like a beautiful young man walking out of a cold-colored mural.

Of course, he didn't know it.

"...Maybe the North Alliance has moved the industries in the east to the inland, and there may not be a ship girl stationed here." Qi Bailin didn't care if his words would make the man more nervous. It is a responsible performance to explain all possibilities for Da Ke.

"It's hard to say, try using the public frequency communication to shout in the direction of Vladi, and listen to their reactions."

Just as Dake made such a decision, he heard a burst of noise in the fleet channel——

"The first group was shot down!! There is anti-aircraft fire in the port—three ships in the concave corner on the southwest side confirmed——"

"The fourth group is transmitting image signals! I can see their silhouettes, they should be battleships—two ships in total!"

"The seventh group is under attack. The opponent is a protective cruiser with weak anti-aircraft firepower. It has been marked."

Caught off guard by the sudden air defense force, even the nervous girls like Yihangzhan and Wuhangzhan lost half of their carrier-based aircraft in an instant.

For a moment, the whole city seemed to come alive. Searchlights lit up from all directions, and the air-explosive bombs that were launched densely like festival fireworks burst into countless red clouds in the dark night. The grids reflect the fuselages of the heavy cherry fighters transparently.

"Group [-], we've been hit!!"

"Cease fire—Northern United Fleet! You are fighting friendly forces! Repeat, you are fighting friendly forces!!"

Dake was made dizzy by the buzzing of various planes crashing, he hastily unfolded his spirit, his psychic power was full of helplessness and annoyance, and shouted at the Northern Fleet that had "successfully ambushed" on the shore .

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Chapter 214 The dawn here is quiet

"Shot down the heavy cherry fighters—it looks like there are at least five of them looking for our main position—"

Chapayev, who was in charge of air defense support, stared at the sparks blooming above the purple curtain, not daring to relax in the slightest, and quickly drove from the inner bay to the sea, moving in a Z shape to deceive the plane, but it seemed that those heavy cherry blossoms The bomber crew did not take off at the first time, but wandered near the coastline, which was full of air-burst bombs and damaged a large number of air forces.

"Watch the starboard direction, Chapayev!"

Gangut tried her best to use her inefficient anti-aircraft gun to assist Chaba to shoot the barrage, but with little effect. She switched the anti-aircraft machine gun embarrassingly, mixed with various small-caliber anti-aircraft weapons controlled by humans, and could hardly recognize that it was The firepower fired by the ship's mother.

"Britt——it would be great if I could switch to a large-caliber anti-air weapon! I really want to fight with the assistance of an aircraft carrier—now the siren is gone and the heavy cherry is coming!! How did those beast mothers cross Japan? The sea came to attack us??"

"...Why didn't they drop the bomb? Strange, it stands to reason that the follow-up bomber crew should have arrived—"

It will never be impossible to locate because it is a night battle-Qiaba still has some points. With the veteran combat experience of the Sakura aircraft carrier, night air strikes are just a piece of cake for them.

Just when the girls of the Northern Union were wondering if the fighter jets were given too much for free, a wave of psionic energy full of indignation and helplessness flooded in and slapped them on the face ——

"Oh!!!"

Tashkent, who rushed to the front because he had the most experience in fighting against planes, was swept across his face by the wave of psionic energy, his body suddenly tilted, and the bear ear-shaped hair ornament on the top of his head almost fell off, and the word echoed in his head——

"Friendly Army—Friendly Army—Army—"

"Obviously it's Shige Sakura's plane, why do they call themselves allies? Wait, the other side speaks Russian very well."

She raised her arm wrapped in the sleeve of the sweater, raised her chin, and looked puzzled: "A new tactic to lure the enemy? Like this? Soviet Union, should we continue to fire?"

"...Temporarily cease fire. The flight trajectories of those planes are not recording our arrangement. It seems that they are reorganizing and preparing to return." A calm female voice in the communication said slowly.

"Wait, what's that—"

A green flare, like a rising star, ejected from Dak's hull and hung high in the night sky.

"Green flare? It's not an attack signal... Sigh!"

When they approached within 13 kilometers, all the navigation lights of the Dake Fleet were turned on at this time, and the sea was instantly bright as a Milky Way laying upside down, which made the heart of the sparsely populated Northern United Fleet thump.

But surrounded by the girls, the leading old-fashioned battleship showed its flag—the red flag was fierce, with a little gold in the glow of the signal flare, which made Tashkent, the leader in the row, take off his chin and let out a strange sound. Onomatopoeia.

"So, the Soviet Union..."

"What's the matter? Comrade Tashkent?"

"No, Tashkent is not calling you, Comrade Soviet, I mean, the flag of the Soviet Union is flying on the other side's flagship!"

The communication in the communication suddenly became chaotic, but as the bombing ships also aimed their optical sights at the huge hull of each other, all the girls exclaimed in unison.

"It's really... Am I dreaming?"

"A prank? Are all the Sakura girls this bad now?"

Gangut twitched her lips in displeasure, but she didn't even notice that the vigilant gun barrel had dropped and was no longer aimed at the old-fashioned battleship that was advancing right in the center.

The slowly advancing battleships carried an unparalleled sense of coercion, which made the hearts of Rosia and the Soviet Union speed up—they yearned for that powerful shape from the bottom of their hearts, and felt that if their hulls could be installed in history, they must use each other's as an example.

That seems to be the most outstanding work of art in the age of big ships and cannons.

"Light signal, request access to radio..."

After reading the other party’s optical message, Tashkent instinctively turned on the public channel without the Soviet Union’s consent—she was so curious why the other party hung the Soviet flag of the previous era, which gave her a sense of history for a while. The illusion of being upstream.

A trace of irrational hope arose in her heart. Although she also knew that hope was very unrealistic, she still involuntarily approached the ship.

"This is the flagship of the Pacific Fleet of the Red Navy, BB-24, the Kremlin-class Kremlin, please answer."

Access to the communication, a clear, powerful, sounding very exciting male voice, with the accent unique to the Stalingrad West Industrial Zone, seeks the reply of the Northern United.

"...The Red Navy belongs to?"

Tashkent's eyes lit up, but soon he became suspicious.

"...This is the...Northern United...Tashkent destroyer. This...comrade, do you know who you are talking to?"

"...Of course, Comrade Tashkent."

The man's voice lowered slightly.

"Then please explain to Tashkent, where is the Soviet Union you are talking about?" When Tashkent said this, her small body twitched, showing a somewhat sad expression, but then she stood upright, trying to keep steady on the turbulent sea , I don't want to show timidity.

"It's right behind you, comrade." Dake heard that soft voice with a nasal tone, and he couldn't even flick his tongue clearly. He knew that she must be emotionally unstable, but at this time he couldn't let her The red around the nose and eye sockets spread to the cheeks, so I had no choice but to take off the hat and stroke my hair on the forehead to spread the sadness:

"...Our ship and the joint fleet request to stop at Vladivostok."

At this moment, Z-23 grabbed his other big hand and stood firmly by his side.

Seemingly feeling the heat transmitted from Comrade Captain's body, Dake's mentality became much more stable.

Tashkent's eyes were red, and he handed over the decision-making power to the Soviet Union, who listened to the whole process of the communication. The latter was silent for a moment, and exchanged a look with Rosia next to him, with a sharp voice:

"This is the Soviet Union, the flagship of the Northern Alliance. Please identify the other ships. I found that there are heavy cherry and iron-blooded ships accompanying the army—"

Except for the old-fashioned battleships, all the ship girls floating on the sea were from the red central axis, but because of that red flag, the Soviet Union was willing to give Dake a little more chance to explain.

Even if it was a conspiracy, she would have to swallow it hard.

"The iron-blooded ships belong to the Iron-Blooded Pacific Fleet, and the heavy cherry ships belong to the new heavy cherry alliance. They are our allies."

"……us……"

Hearing Da Ke's explanation, the Soviet Union murmured, but this soliloquy was not recorded in the communication:

"Comrade, I want to speak to your superior."

"I am the chief flagship, the commander of the fleet, the chief admiral, and the commander. Please speak up if you have anything to say."

"Sorry, although I don't know where you came back from...but...the Soviet Union is no longer here."

Pausing for a while, to give the other party some time to sort out their thoughts, the Soviet battleship curled her long silver eyelashes, as if fresh snow had fallen on her eyelids:

"Now... the fleet is owned by the Northern Union, including this port."

When she raised her head again, she seemed to have been stabbed in the pupil by the red flag, but she still stared straight at it, not wanting to move an inch:

"... Anyway... welcome home, comrade."

"...Thank you." Da Ke hung up the communication and accepted Tashkent's guidance.

No one knew what was going on in his heart, but Z-23 shared his grief with Zeppelin.

The Soviet Union here is like a projection of another world. Even though he knows that his hometown is still strong, but here, the traces of the red star have been sealed in history, which inevitably makes him sigh.

The Russians who had just assisted in the defense on the shore heard the conversation on the public frequency - they all stopped silently, those who were still operating weapons, those who carried ammunition, and the soldiers who assisted the wounded in the last siren raid were all stunned. In a daze, he looked at the approaching fleet across the sea.

Under the deliberate lighting of the shipwives, Dake's hull was surrounded by dozens of beams of light, and the red flag on his mainmast was also so conspicuous, far more eye-catching than the Sakura flag and the Iron Cross flag below.

Looking at the golden light reflected by the sickle and hammer, some soldiers showed expressions of disbelief, some panicked, some nostalgic, some doubted, and some secretly rejoiced.

But what is certain is that they were not as insensitive as the Japanese had been when they first learned of the Bolshevik presence in the Reichstag.

Familiar stories echoed in their minds.

Or I heard it from my grandfather, or I may know it from my father who went out to pawn with the grandfather's medal.

Of course, more of it comes from the gossip of the girls of the Northern Union Fleet, as well as their various monologues when they are occasionally slightly drunk.

An era belonging to the proletarians, a country belonging to the proletarians—now it "lively" reappears before people's eyes, albeit in a slightly lonely way.

……

at dawn.