Iron-blooded Sister-in-law

"It's a pity that we are only an auxiliary force and cannot be the main attacker. That man's self-esteem really makes me a little angry."

Dezhi on the side pouted her lips—although she did not dare to disobey Da Ke on the public face, she was still allowed to make a few complaints in private.

Zeppelin smiled when he heard the words: "...it doesn't matter, I will definitely respond to this...invitation. No matter what the end result is, at least we burned like a comet, and that's enough."

"It's better to live a few more years. If you die, you won't be able to do shameful things with the little bear. Although he can rebuild us, the ghost knows whether the previous memory will be preserved."

"...That's true." Eugen's abrupt sarcasm made Zeppelin put down his restlessness and calm down again.

"I quite like red, and it's much better than all black. Will we change the painting to red next?"

"No way! The all-red ship is too conspicuous on the sea—even the commander wouldn't paint it like that!"

"Well, it's not interesting."

Although U37 and U81 were overwhelmed by the spectacular scene, they still couldn't avoid the childlike nature and began to discuss irrelevant topics.

"The two of you will also have to help the front-line troops transport supplies in the future—don't think it's too easy." Thinking that they would continue to arrange commanders after chatting, Nuremberg could only bow his head and educate the submarine.

"I know, I know, I always feel that the commander has been treating us as heavy submarine missions... Obviously our record is much better, and we have more experience..." U37 turned his mouth to the other side.

"No way, submarines are really not good at frontal combat...and we can't even launch torpedoes on land..."

U81 sighed.

"Take out the torpedo and throw it over, isn't it over?"

"You will accidentally hurt yourself... how many meters can you throw it?"

"Yeah, let's throw it up to ten meters..."

At exactly 22:10 am on the 45nd, the arrow was on the string.

Kremlin was wearing a crisp white military uniform, which was exactly what he wore when he greeted Raisin—accompanied by the Soviet Union, he inspected the army for the last time.

"Alpha Squad Vladi and Khabarovsk Squad Accept Your Instructions!"

"The signal flag team accepts your instructions!"

"The 24th Armored Regiment of the 7th Division accepts your instructions!"

"Comrades—!"

Standing on the bow of the ship, Kremlin looked at the orderly team on the outside of the rare berth below. A little sea soul stripes revealed in his eyes ignited his sense of identity.

Yes, even if it is not the same world, these people standing here are still the ones he fights for and is responsible for!

"Glad to see you all there!!!"

He tore off his white military uniform with a click, and threw the lieutenant general's uniform full of medals to Minsk, who was stunned behind him——

This irritable and somewhat deviant behavior caused a brief exclamation from below, but after noticing that he was actually wearing a sea soul shirt under his clothes, no matter whether it was sea, land or air—the veterans looked at Dake. The son became very eager.

"Great prospects are already unfolding before our eyes - if only we cross Siberia!!"

His psychic voice was so loud that the whole port, including the people who saw off the soldiers in the Revolutionary Square, could be heard.

"They thought their tyrannical rule would bring us down—"

The anger accumulated by the strong man for a month due to what he saw and heard broke out at this moment: "They think that suppressing our thoughts and tampering with books will make us forget Lenin's teachings and past glory??"

Dake slammed down on the railing in front of him, and bent the protective pole of the bow. Above the abruptly silent port, there was a terrifying buzzing sound, but it made every soldier feel a powerful wave. Confidence—it's about strength, but more about will!

"But today, we want to show those exploiters, bourgeoisie!! The unstoppable posture of the Red Army!!! Their eternal nightmare!!"

On the watchtower, the Yellow Chicken Orchestra, under the command of Frederick, beat the drums.

The iron-blooded girls on both sides understood that this was supposed to be a struggle that belonged to the Soviets themselves, but when Da Ke's speech flashed through their hearts, they felt that this was their war too!

"Our fathers, our fathers' fathers - in 1917 it is what it is today! With united pride and concern for the people -!! Conquer the Winter Palace - enter the Red Square!"

The man saluted the army that could no longer be standard towards the army that surrounded him on three sides:

"Now, let's teach those bastards in the Kremlin what war is!!"

"Ula——!!!!!!"

The muzzle of the gun held high was like a dark cloud covering the sky. The birds and reptiles in the bay and in the ruins were all terrified by the power of the roar. They ran away in all directions, just like the white stork fleeing to the west.

"The combatants of the whole ship return to their positions! Start delivering—"

With Dake's order, the elite army and special forces of the whole ship quickly escaped into the cabin, took Dake's solid armor as a cover, and crouched on the aisles on both sides, ready to jump out at any time and bite the enemy.

"Comrade Aurora—you are the leader! Comrade Captain, Comrade Bree, prepare to start the hyperspace jump!" Dake stepped aside to give Aurora who had just finished raising the flag.

In the Red Navy, only she has this honor.

"Anchor Point Calibration...Calibrated successfully! It's time to do a big job!"

The blond-haired ship girl pushed the mechanical table with the red buttons in front of Aurora.

"All the readings are normal, the gun is on the port side, turned 85 degrees—" Z-23 reported excitedly as the only iron-blooded ship girl who could follow Dake to the Moscow battlefield.

"Then let me be the tip of the spear, Comrade Commander! We have victory ahead!!"

"Om-"

The moment the button was tapped, the girls on the deck felt their bodies were pushed back violently, but the substance under their feet seemed to turn into fluid, and the light in front of them, as well as Dake's back, were all dragging away. Long, oozes countless lines, and shrinks back into place in an instant.

It is impossible to see the changes in the outer space when jumping faster than the speed of light, but they are all in a state of rigidity, staring at the man standing at the bow and holding the flagpole. His powerful spiritual energy envelops the entire battleship and them behind him, dispelling all noises. and restless light are kept out of the barrier.

……

Section of the Moscow River, near the Kremlin.

Rosia's "birthday celebration" is underway.

It was the first time that the Kremlin and Ostankino media officials received a proposal to celebrate the ship's mother's birthday. The above people regarded this proposal as a test for the ship's mother to send a friendly signal to the government, so they took it very seriously.

At exactly 11 o'clock, the flower boat representing Rosia will pass by the Kremlin, the political center of the entire federation, to greet the whole country and express the eternal friendship between the ship's mother and mankind.

I just don’t know why Ms. Mercury Memorial requested that the flower boat must be unmanned. She said that she wanted to use the opportunity of performances and parades to experiment with a new type of unmanned control technology. Alekperov, who was greedy for this technology, also agreed. Now, under the "co-encouragement" of several other oligarchs, this special drone technology will soon become a boost for them to return to the "peak", and boast the Mercury Memorial as a living angel.

On both sides of the narrow road along the Moskva River, people watched the slowly moving flower boats—the small sculpture of Rosia on the boat was made into a gesture of holding a sword with one hand, as mighty as Peter the Great, but the exquisite and beautiful face A little bit of alienation was washed away.

However, for the civilians living in the capital circle, whose life is still getting worse and worse, the war of the warship girls seems to be far away from them, so far away that even if they know that the war fails, the country will be over, but they don't want to know more to the extent that coastal sacrifices are reduced to mind-numbing figures, pared down and published in the newspapers...at least for families who don't enlist...

It seems that the warm-toned flowers on the flower boats can’t fill their empty and dazed hearts. They can only cheer from the heart when the statue of the ship’s mother passes by, or entertain themselves, or are threatened by the guards next to them. .

In the midst of such chaos, a few people with straight eyes finally raised their hands to look at their watches and mobile phones.

"Time is up."

When the second hand coincided with the initial scale, the space above the float suddenly twisted.

In the huge amount of blue and white glare, the fine lines that cannot be discerned by the human naked eye reconstructed the shape of the metal behemoth. After it lost the support of the anti-gravity field naturally generated by the hyperspace jump, it buzzed, and the crowd fell down. Under Nightmare's gaze, it landed on Huachuan's head!

The whole wooden structure for decoration, the luxurious flowers, and the gold-plated bracket representing the value and friendship of the oligarchs to the wives on the ship were all crushed by the heavy bottom of the Kremlin! !

Chapter 240 Bombarding the Ke Palace

The Chevres are queuing up for sausages.

as always.

The daily supply of meat in each shop is limited, but it is often sold out within 15 minutes of opening the shop. If you come late, let alone scrape some meat scraps, you can’t even squeeze in the queue.

To celebrate Ms. Rosia’s birthday, today’s butcher’s shop brought in five more truckloads of goods. Many street young people came here after smelling the smell, but they were all beaten aside by soldiers with live ammunition and thrown into the hospital convulsively. alley.

This is Moscow! !Need soldiers to rhyme with food? ?

Chevre felt a little ridiculous. Of course, the desire for meat made him temporarily forget the bloody incident that just happened before him.

Although life is so unsatisfactory, what makes him gratified is that he saw his boss at the end of the line... that guy also brought his family to line up. Gasser in front of yourself, or drag yourself out of the team.

Those soldiers didn't look easy to mess with, and he had no reason to threaten himself at this time.

"Thank you Ms Rosia...for thinking of us poor people on her birthday..."

The old lady in front is praying. Although her prayer sounds like it has nothing to do with any god, she is at least right. Without Rosia's birthday, they can't even eat meat.

This is one of the few people in the capital who is grateful to the ship's mother.

"Dad, Dad, can I have sausage today?"

"Today, for sure, son."

Rubbing the head of his dear Quisia, Mr. Cheffrey looked at the supply trucks moving in the commercial street, and had some new expectations for life.

For the sake of his daughter and wife, he must live a good life... Even if there are many difficulties in working in the company, at least he is better than those poor people who can't make ends meet...

Just when I was rejoicing in my heart, there was a sudden commotion in the section of the flower boat parade in the direction of the Moskva River——

Then they felt as if they had been hit by a heavy hammer, and they fell crookedly to the ground. They didn't know why, and their faces were full of fear.

"earthquake???"

The water in the river section overflowed to both sides, but because An Gao maintained a safety line for a long time, he did not roll the audience back into the river, but just patted them wet.

"Good girl—it's all right."

Chefrey hurriedly protected his daughter in his arms, while his wife behind him hugged his back, and the three of them stacked on top of each other, for fear of accidents.

"boom!!!"

Not far away, the soldiers with unsteady legs were suddenly attacked. They opened fire hastily, but took advantage of the swarming civilians and homeless people and knocked them to the ground. Except for a few who rushed to the front, they were already hungry The unlucky ones who saw the eyes were knocked down, and the rest of the people threw insults at these flamboyant guys one after another. Some guys greeted them head-on, and those who didn't have to go up and step on their feet. Although they were all skinny because of poverty, they unexpectedly returned With some strength, the soldiers struggled twice after suffering head injuries, and could not move.

"dad--"

"I can't eat meat today, I'm sorry, I broke my promise... Good girl, let's go."

Pulling his daughter and his wife to escape the chaotic neighborhood from the east alley, he was suddenly stunned by the huge shock coming from the direction of the Kremlin.

"Honey……"

Mrs. Cheffrey looked palely at the billowing black smoke.

"Ke Palace..."

"Oh my god--"

……

The guards on both sides of the Moskva River were still in a daze. When the muzzle of the huge battleship turned left and aimed at the Kremlin, they realized something bad happened.

"What the hell is that?? A special show??"