Iron-blooded Sister-in-law

There is always a feeling of mutual appreciation between the ship girls-it's a pity that standing on the national level makes it difficult for the former hatred to be transferred by their personal will.

But in today's chaotic era, interests control human behavior... Even the ship girls who are "ideal" human beings are not exempt, but their exchange of interests is more intuitive and "fair".

Bismarck began to reflect—although she believed that she had carried out Iron Blood's will, something went wrong, which caused her companions to leave her side one by one.

Maybe this is the price of taking different paths... Red Axis chose a difficult path, and Azur Lane may not be right—it’s just that their speculative approach to life can adapt to this era more quickly.

"What I want is a completely secure, direct communication channel with no 'pass-through'."

Elizabeth cleared her throat: "You can quote first."

As long as you are willing to talk, you are fine.

"...I want you to rent the ship girl to me."

When Bismarck said this, Elizabeth felt that the whole sky fell a little bit lower.

"What... I didn't understand..."

"I will lease your fleet for a very cheap price. In return, I will allow your representatives to travel across Europe and escort them safely to the location of the Kremlin."

"Are you serious?" Elizabeth looked unhappy.

The pride of the royal family would not allow them to fight as mercenaries... or simply because they were not paid.

"Although the royal ships are mainly old-fashioned, you have a large number and are excellent mercenaries. If I plan to re-establish contact with the Sardinian coastline, I need to replenish the fleet immediately—" Bismarck put on a scrutiny look, and scanned King George V after Elizabeth's death.

After all, Level [-] Joe is cheap, has a large quantity, is fully managed, and the maintenance fee is not particularly high.

"If you return to Azur Lane, we can definitely help you in the name of assisting friendly forces in combat—"

Elizabeth's mind became active, and she was about to use her skills, but Bismarck immediately poured cold water on her:

"What I want is to take back Sardinia and the coast of France in the name of the Red Axis, Elizabeth, don't be sloppy. It must be the Red Axis that unifies these sea areas—not our allies."

"Does it make any difference?"

Elizabeth began to play dumb, and sometimes her superficial age could give her an advantage in negotiating to make the other side underestimate the enemy.

Unfortunately, Bismarck is impossible to be fooled.

This woman still maintains the iron-blooded "correctness" and old-fashioned——

"Because I will also represent the Red Axis to negotiate with the 'New Soviet Union' later, the Kremlin has pulled up its own team in the Far East, as far as I have seen so far, his victory is almost predictable - don't have illusions , Elizabeth, agree to my conditions, or take the fleet back to the country now, you should think about it carefully."

Bismarck said neither humble nor overbearing.

"But this king thinks..."

"—The Sakura Fleet has been completely reorganized by him."

Bismarck added a sentence, showing a bit of bleakness in the strength:

"We must be prepared to face possible changes. How to preserve the greatest interests depends on his strategy after breaking through Siberia."

"Then why not join Azur Lane to put pressure on him?"

Elizabeth raised her eyebrows, intending to persuade her a few words, but noticed Bismarck's eyes as if looking at a fool, and finally swallowed her words.

This woman has really changed a lot, she was almost arranged to death by the Junkers in their hometown... Just like myself in the parliament...

Ahhh, although there is a lot of empathy, it is really annoying!The seemingly rigid but cunning German guy!

Her Majesty the Queen knocked the scepter in her hand twice for the last time, turned her head to look tired of the war, and then looked back at Bismarck: "We... need to think about it."

"Time waits for no one. I only stay here until 21 o'clock. The sirens wandering around the port of Kiel still have friction with us." Bismarck closed his eyes.

Obviously, I can't even control the gate of the house, so why are you so arrogant here——

Elizabeth was thinking unhappily, and asked, "How many fleets do you want?"

"Three Glorious-class aircraft carriers are required, two Joe [-]s, five heavy or light cruisers, and at least sixteen destroyers."

Although Bismarck spoke loudly, she also knew that it was impossible to have so many helpers.

ga-

To be reasonable, this was still a conversation before the royal family and Iron Blood hadn't signed an armistice treaty... Everyone has already given up the faces that have no real value.

"Impossible! The sirens near Ireland haven't been cleared yet, we must call back as soon as possible—"

Bismarck is impatient, and Elizabeth is also impatient—everyone's door is not clean, and you even snatched the mop away, how shabby is not shabby! !

"Just this number, fight for a month. If it's less than this number, it's better to guard the port and wait for the commander to come to us on his own initiative—"

"You're ripping off!!" Elizabeth stomped on her little leather shoes, and the ruins of the port, which looked like a garbage dump, were shaken up by her two feet.

"It was you who came to negotiate with us first. And considering our previous relationship, this offer is already without personal grudges." Bismarck admired Her Majesty's way of jumping.

It seems that this is one of the few situations that can make her happy.

"You obviously have a personal grudge to increase the price! All three glorious sisters borrow from you, how can we do investigation!!"

"... Guanghui himself can be replaced by the Ark Royal."

"No!!! The Royal Ark is no good either, too many aircraft carriers have been borrowed—"

"Then how about lending us War Weariness? She can replace two Glorious-class ships." Bismarck teased.

Even if she was happy, she couldn't appear particularly happy. She just smiled faintly, putting pressure on Elizabeth.

"..." Elizabeth's small face suddenly became sad and joyless, as if Bismarck's request suddenly touched her bottom line.

After the line was touched, Elizabeth didn't mind acting like a real, cold queen—

"It's okay, Your Majesty, I'm willing to fight in place of Miss Guanghui." Seeing that the conversation was about to collapse, Zhanxi poked the ground with his big sword at the side.

"..." Seeing that the knight took the initiative to participate in the negotiation, Elizabeth hesitated.

Aiqing asked for a fight, how could she refuse her outright - but she was also afraid that the war would never return like Befa.

"Let the aircraft carrier complete the cleaning task, and leave the task to me."

The little knight showed a provocative smile to Bismarck: "The iron-blooded Z-driver is famous all over the world. I don't think there is any need for any light ships to do it. How about reducing the number of these sixteen destroyers by half?"

"...you can consider it." Bismarck squeezed his chin, thought for a moment, and gave an affirmative answer.

Jean Bart, on the other side, didn't understand why Bismarck's ears were suddenly so soft—it didn't look like her at all!Was it possessed by something dirty? ?

"We'll talk about some things later, Miss Jean Barr."

Bismarck noticed the strange gaze of the former, and just told her to be calm.

Chapter 238 His boots are square! !

"This is the guy we caught."

On July 7st, a rainy day-the Kremlin was making final commissioning preparations, that is, preparing its own hull, but received a communication from Germany when it was almost completed, and the latter said she had caught A guy who is not quite right, looks like a spy.

In his busy schedule, Da Ke managed to find some time to go to the temporary interrogation room to meet that guy——

"He used a miniature camera to take various sneak shots of you and the office - the photos are all here, Akashi also deconstructed and found a small signaling device, which should be converted into secret messages and sent to the organization that sent him .”

Gangut, who didn't know how he got mixed up with Germany, picked up the developed miniature photos: "Fortunately, it's not any confidential information."

"Being watched by so many ship girls, he can still get in. He is a master. What identity did he hide before?"

Through the one-way glass, Da Ke unhurriedly asked Deutsch and Gangut.

"The lieutenant under Fedisov has the authority to move around Sedanka, and he has been clamoring to see you. I said, are the guys in charge of security eating dry food? Their work attitude is almost the same as that of the French—" —”

Dezhi complained angrily while making an analogy to the fish-fishing monster he was familiar with.

"Don't forget that we were able to catch him all because of luck...Miss Deutschland." Gangut said delicately.

Half an hour earlier, they were still arguing about whether it was vodka or Burgundy wine, and this guy had just taken a small step into the restricted area, and he was caught by the mentally sensitive Deutschland—strangely , when he was caught by Germany, he kept calling himself his own people in German-making Gangut on the side baffled.

"It's tied really well."

Da Ke did not respond to the words of the two, but looked at the spies tied behind the glass like dumplings.

I always feel that Germany has accumulated a lot of weird sadism, because he can't lose his temper with his own people, so he uses outsiders to fight the fire.

"I can't feel the fluctuation of his hostility, otherwise I wouldn't be so polite."

Dezhi also snorted: "I've been calling Lord Dezhi there—and trying to get close to me."

"...I need to talk to him."

Dake's spirit can recognize the fluctuations in this guy's mind, and he really can't be regarded as an enemy.

And it was not sent by Moscow, otherwise, if he was smart enough, he should have committed suicide on the spot.

Although it is a bit subjective to say so, and some trust his "intuition" too much, but the first thing Dake does after he enters the room is to untie the other party.

"I can really see you..." The spy was still stunned, and after confirming Dake's ice-blue eyes, he became nervous again—but he didn't have the consciousness of being held hostage, obviously Something to rely on.

"You said you wanted to see me, and now we've met—tell me, who do you work for?" Da Ke sat at the opposite table and asked in as calm a tone as possible:

"At this critical point, spying on intelligence is not allowed—even if I am tolerant."

The man looked up at the monitor, and Dake agreed, and waved his hand to Dezhi and the others, and immediately the circuit in the interrogation room was turned off——

Feeling that he was already relatively safe, this guy who looked hard to tell whether he was a German or a Slav said softly: "I work for Iron Blood."

"...Oh, what information does your boss want about me?"

"I was just confirming your working status and a safe place to meet, so as to ensure that the Northern Alliance government will not make trouble. Afterwards, special diplomatic personnel will come to contact you."

"Iron Blood wants to establish diplomatic relations with us?"

"That's right, Ms. Bismarck has been paying attention to you and the situation of your iron-blooded ship girl. She thinks it is necessary to establish a cooperative relationship with you, leaving aside the Northern Union alone—"

Listening, Da Ke's eyes seemed to be able to see through the other party - he was already using his psychic powers to discern the truthfulness of every word spoken by the agent, but both the lie detector and his psychic powers were telling him that what the guy in front of him said, Every sentence is true.

"...but compared to scouting my range of activities - I think the photos you took... are more like the killer's detailed record of the target's appearance before the assassination, which is convenient for locking the target. Can you explain why?"

Dake couldn't feel any killing intent from the man in front of him, and even the brainwaves he sent to him were relatively friendly, so the strong man didn't use inhuman pressure methods, just sat here and chatted with him.

"This is also a request from Iron Blood. Those ladies explicitly asked me to shoot you from multiple angles, and I don't know the reason."

The agent paused, and used his sense of humor, which was different from ordinary Germans:

"...Maybe you want to make sure that your appearance meets their expectations?"

This kind of speculation sounds extremely outrageous, but it can be said to be very close to the actual situation.