Iron-blooded Sister-in-law

The port area was so quiet that the whistle of the Kremlin startled all the birds within a radius of 500 meters, which brought a little life to this devastated military port.

People hid in the air-raid shelters to rest, or discussed the incredible fleet with friends in front of the bonfire under the ruins of the dormitory, but within hundreds of meters along the coast, there was no sound of human beings.

"..."

The grand welcome party he had imagined did not happen—in other words, Da Ke never had any wishful thinking that he would be welcomed.

On the berth full of bomb craters and scorched soil, the girls who lined up and looked at his hull alone, with complicated and nostalgic eyes, made his nose sore again.

"...The situation here...is quite difficult, as you can see. The Sirens have never stopped bombing the ports. We have given up all the ports in Europe, and in order to preserve the possibility of exploring the Arctic Ocean again, we have done it to the greatest extent. mobilize ships to aid Vladi."

The Soviet Rosia, who took the lead, didn't show any surprised expression when he saw Dake jumping off the bow: "I hope you don't mind, the Soviet Union has to arrange for a defense change. It's not just the ship girl who needs to fight here, the man We have to be on the battlefield as well... We sometimes have to do things other than battleships."

She instinctively felt that this burly man dressed as if he jumped out of a Soviet sailor recruitment poster in the last century was trustworthy, and the spiritual energy fluctuations he had just swam over a dozen kilometers proved from the side that he was a man of both mind and body. A powerful human being, unlike the commander candidates I encountered before.

"Just kidding, it's at least four stories high—"

And as if evoking the phantom pain of Mercury Memorial, the old woman at the end of the line twisted her ankle, remembering the experience of jumping from a high place because of her unfavorable body and knocked her foot down, and at the same time threw a shot at Dake Animal eyes.

In fact, apart from Rosia, the other girls looked at Dake with almost astonishment apart from guilt and sadness.

"At least they are fighting, and the situation is a little bit better than I thought." Kremlin pulled the brim of his hat, and behind him, Z-23 didn't jump off wildly like him, but ran down obediently Ladder, patted his shorts behind him, holding a folder, looking ready to answer questions.

The big and small ship girls marched towards the port one after another along the road they had walked. Many girls in the original red central axis team who landed cast worried looks at Dake, but after confirming that he was emotionally stable, they all relaxed. With a sigh of relief, he hurried to the rest building informed by the Soviet Union, avoiding this moment that would easily touch his bad luck.

They are all afraid of stepping on thunder, and even Dafeng, who is the most "knowing what is good or bad", maintains a gentle and well-behaved appearance uncharacteristically, and has a "happy look" with her sisters, discussing where to transfer tomorrow, or resting in the port area a few days.

As the last of the mobile girls to disembark, Befa stared at Dake's back and found that although he was still standing upright, the aura that could elevate him by a small amount was no longer there, and he was still a little bit He walked over worriedly and asked, "Are we going to transfer Cheshire out?"

"It's better to move out and let Comrade Bree go ashore together. They are all comrades and can be trusted."

After getting the affirmative answer from Da Ke, after a while, Beffa, Bree and Ajax pushed Cheshire, who was sleeping soundly on the drip, across the ramp. At this time, Da Ke had put all the The landing list was handed over to Soviet Rosia, who, together with Tashkent, felt that so many ship girls would definitely help them tide over the difficulties, and their morale was boosted for a while:

"... Now I can be sure that you are not a 'retro' person...Comrade, not everyone dares to stand up to the charge of 'separation' against the North Alliance government...and you still have such a large group follower."

After putting down the list and looking at the star logo exclusive to the Red Navy on Dake's hat many times, Rosia couldn't help but sighed.

"At least you still dare to call me 'comrade', which means that they didn't push you too hard." Da Ke looked around the group of girls - he didn't know whether to mock or sigh together.

How should I put it, this group of girls seems to be pretty tight... Let's compare it to the ship outfit that is tropical all year round like Sakura. Although the main gun protection is still a little loose, it's barely there. Can be called conservative, allowing his eyes to rest in the correct place.

Of course, it also has something to do with his lack of mood to appreciate it.

"After all, no matter who is held up to the nose by a 406mm gun, they dare not say a word 'no'."

Rosia said sternly: "At least in this respect...they still can't be our masters."

Chapter 215 We Have Died Thousands of Times

"It looks like you haven't lost your faith."

"It has never been lost, but due to the current situation, even if we promote the greatness of red inside and out, the current government and people cannot try to change it with just a few words from us."

Rosia's eyes were filled with annoyance at the limitations of his abilities: "It's a pity that we are only soldiers with a limited structure, and we cannot give a feasible way to restore the true alliance...Compared with the Soviet Union, today's Northern Alliance is only subject to The oligarchy formed by the Siren, the number of joining countries is far less than that of the Soviet Union...Because the farms in Ukraine are not completely controlled by the Union, the food in the inland cannot be said to be abundant now. Of course, here we Still have enough to eat.”

"Needless to say, Comrade Rosia, you are already fighting against the mainstream of the world. This enthusiasm is invaluable."

The Kremlin also understands that the alienation of the ship girls involves the work related to the formulation of rules and has no intention of interfering in the internal affairs of human beings. However, sometimes, wars cannot be won by excellent soldiers alone. If there is no suitable and stable rear environment and lack of supplies Only hate the battlefield.

Abundant supplies depend on strong national power, and it is difficult to develop national power by exploitation alone.

The newly-born Heavy Cherry Alliance has a historically powerful fleet as its foundation, and their mistakes can be recovered from the sea. Today's Northern Alliance, although it still looks like an industrial country with a vast territory, its problems are actually more serious than the Heavy Sakura. .

In the final analysis, the state-owned sector has lost too much, and the government is severely divided. It is difficult to work together to afford a war. The ship girls do not receive top-down support, and enthusiasm alone cannot fight a war.

The maintenance of ships and the investment of defense personnel cost a lot of money.

Even the powerful and prosperous mainland countries are still looking for more outlets and overseas commercial ports with excellent conditions—it is because of the low cost and high carrying capacity of sea transportation that they can continuously turn over products and form a virtuous economic cycle. If the blockade becomes a completely landlocked country, a country trapped in the quagmire of oligarchs like the Northern Alliance will show all its problems.

Now it seems that although Vladi is a bit better than Yokosuka, it is mainly due to a set of special wartime control measures in some coastal areas. As for the inland, I don't know what it looks like.

Oil and gas cannot be sold, and if it is used for war consumption, the girls who have not undergone special processing will not be able to use it.

"Comrade, let me ask openly—is your Soviet Union the same as ours?" Gangut on the side always felt that Da Ke's way of speaking, thinking, and his clothes were full of strong Strong style of the 50s, seemingly careless, but actually more sensitive, she was a little uneasy and wanted Da Ke to give an explanation:

"The Soviet-class battleship that is scheduled to start construction in the records has only been carried out to the 23rd plan, but 24... sounds like it can only be realized in a dream. It feels like you have traveled from time and space in the early days of the Cold War."

"If you're talking about the Soviet Union as I remember it, no. But if you're asking about the one I'm discussing with you now, it's—and I'm standing in front of you, which is the best physical proof— I am from the Soviet Union in 1959, more than 100 years from your time."

Dake took out the terminal given to him by his supernatural powers: "At that time, it was impossible to condense the computer into such a small volume... But correspondingly, using Zello to develop the brain, we have the human brain. The technology that assists the mechanical computer in data analysis, in terms of the speed of battlefield analysis by the core of the battleship, such as the calculation rate of ballistics, geomagnetic field, etc., on the contrary, our technology is more advanced..."

Da Ke looked at Gangut's ship equipment: "But without considering the use of resources such as Zelo, your material science has indeed surpassed ours by more than a hundred years-I have reason to believe that the two Soviet Unions are completely in the same position. In different spaces, time does not match up, although there are similar places, but the decisive commonality is only ideology..."

"Is that so...I probably understand..." Gangut thought to herself—after experiencing the Ember Fleet incident, she seemed to have begun to accept the concepts of time travel and parallel worlds.

To try to understand it instead of covering it with agnosticism, this is how the North Union girl thinks:

"Can I ask, who was the supreme leader of the Soviet Union in 59?"

"Comrade Joseph Stalin."

"...Gah."

Gangut exchanged a look with Chapayev next to him, feeling more and more incredible.

"But '59 isn't already corn on the cob... well, it's a different timeline, a different world, let's say so."

Gangut pressed the center of his eyebrows, with a look of headache:

"...I can't discuss anything even if I stand here, let's go, open a bottle of wine inside to warm up."

"Still in the state of preparation for war, you can't drink."

Da Ke shook his head.

"Hey, so comrade, you are the very self-disciplined type...but for Jian Niang, if you don't really want to get drunk, it's basically impossible to drink too much."

As soon as he picked up the animal fur coat he was wearing, Gangut showed a somewhat pitiful expression: "I thought we could have a good drink through the welcome party... If you are afraid of affecting the battle..."

"Vladi is far from safe, Gangut, don't relax."

Rosia glared at her sternly again: "The observer may come back at any time, and this time she may not have a playful attitude."

"Oh, I see...Comrade, when the Bering Sea retreated, Aurora was seriously injured while covering us. Now the maintenance pressure is relatively high, and Akashi and Bree may be needed to help--I just heard you call Comrade Brie is here." Gangut scratched her hair helplessly, she looked familiar and informal, but she was actually more excited than the "young people" around her.

"If it can help." Da Ke followed the girls who were transferred to the harbor: "I also have a question, Comrade Gangut, why aren't you called 'October Revolution'?"

"...Oh, speaking of this, naturally, I don't want to touch the fragile hearts of those capitalists. The Soviet-class battleships are the batch of 'can't go back' anyway, but to them, it seems that I still There is value in wooing, hehe, what a bunch of idiots."

Put on a bit of irony: "Why don't you see them dare to talk nonsense in front of Aurora? After all, it's because I just jumped out of the construction machine not long ago, and I don't have any majesty."

Gangut glanced nonchalantly at Mercury Memorial, who was dripping cold sweat on his forehead. Since the arrival of Da Ke, the latter had maintained a nervous, hesitant appearance, and seemed to have something in his heart. There are many things that I want to discuss with Dake.

"However, whether it's Gangut or the October Revolution, it's just a title. As long as 'comrade' is added after it, I'm happy to accept it."

"It can be seen that it took you a lot of effort to perfunctory them. Don't worry, this kind of life won't last long."

Dake's face was gloomy for a moment, but soon stretched again in the rising sun.

"Z-23."

"What is it, Comrade Mercury Memorial?"

"...I thought you were just joking...unexpectedly...you really joined the cloth party..."

After communicating behind Dake and hearing the earnestness and seriousness contained in Z-23's address, Mercury Memorial twitched without a trace, and his gaze at Dake's back became more and more strange:

"You made a promise?"

"As you can see."

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not questioning your relationship~ I'm more curious, did you join the cloth party after you got married, or did you just—"

"Mercury remembers comrades, this is a personal matter."

Rosia on the side said sharply.

"Da... I won't ask any more..."

"...Before then, there was already intention."

Z-23 didn't spoil Mercury's commemoration, but shifted his eyes for a moment: "I don't want to be misunderstood as relying on the commander's relationship to become a party member, but now it seems... I really need to continue to work hard."

"..."

Why is this girl more serious than that guy from the Soviet Union!

In a sense, he was stunned. Under the hardcore gaze of Gangut and Rosia, Mercury shrank.

"...Comrade Kremlin, we are very grateful to you and your fleet for helping us fight the Sirens, but it is impossible for your fleet to take root in this land. They also have their own home and country... There will always be differences One day, at that time, what are your plans?" Rosia asked softly after staring Mercury Memorial too hard to speak.

She naturally hopes that these girls will stay longer, but Rosia has one advantage, that is, she never lies to herself and others. She knows that there is no love for no reason in this world. Those girls said that they are helping the Northern Union as allies. , but it is still necessary to use Da Ke as a bond to maintain this fragile trust.

Today's Beilian can't give Dake anything, but has to rely on him. This kind of attachment can easily corrupt a person, and soon the entire Far East will be in his hands——

"The heavy cherry girls will go back to the Republic of Japan to stand by, and the iron-blooded girls...we will find a way to help them go home."

When answering this question, Dake's momentum suddenly rose:

"But before we help them get home, we need to decorate our own home... Is the Trans-Siberian Railway still working?"

"Some areas are paralyzed, but at least the line from Vladimir to Moscow is still open to traffic."

"What about air transport?"

"We have 15 Il-76s and 3 An-225s, what do you need us to do?"

"As long as enough people can be transported at one time, we will need to use these means of transportation—who is Vladi's actual manager now?" Da Ke nodded with satisfaction.

"The Soviet Union and I will jointly manage it—those cowards in Moscow probably regard us as feudal officials and give us enough autonomy, but the military expenditure and food in Kazakhstan are also unambiguous, haha." Although he laughed out loud, Luo Sia didn't smile at all:

"As for our expedition, Andre will manage it on his behalf. He is our man and is reliable."

Rosia didn’t say a word after that—the entire Russian Federation, including the other member countries of the Northern Federation, except for Moscow and Volgograd, you can only find such a city that still retains the awe of the Soviets.

"Take me to meet him. Also, I want to find an opportunity to have a detailed chat with the Soviet Union, and call Andrei." Kremlin quickly entered the working state.

Stopping the boat and lamenting is not his style, it is a waste of time.

"Okay, after she finishes making arrangements, let's go to Tokanev Lighthouse."

"Why are you going there?"

"It's easy to talk...not all soldiers support our cause."

After replying pointedly, Rosia waved his hand and signaled Tashkent to drive over: