Iron-blooded Sister-in-law

"I think Z-23 gets along well with her?" Kremlin squinted his eyes, feeling that the undulating waves on the sea seemed to cover some phantoms.

"No, it's just that when anyone gets along with 23, they will 'behave' very harmoniously, express, do you understand, Commander."

Eugen also took out a piece of chewing gum and stuffed it into his mouth - lying on the ground and chewing gum like a sniper, it was quite new to the ship girl: "23 always speaks directly to the target, and never wastes everyone's time, So even Zeppelin wouldn't do anything to her."

It sounds like you guys have all sorts of... unspeakable secrets.

Kremlin silently spit out the tasteless chewing gum, and took a sip of the coffee that even Eugene detested.

In an instant, his complexion was as wonderful as drinking a glass of mud.

Mouth full of the earthy smell of rainwater.

Next time, it’s better to bring the canned ones out, so I don’t want to save the lost Zelo.

But don't say... it's refreshing to drink so badly, it is recommended to promote it in the whole army.

……

When it was almost noon, the sky was still as gloomy as night, and the dark clouds tightly blocked the sunlight, creating a graveyard-like atmosphere.

In articles and poems, rainy days, dark clouds, thunder and lightning, and such a large formation often symbolize that bad things are about to happen.

Gorky’s Petrel, for example, and Hemingway’s The Old Man and the Sea—the Kremlin recently read that work and marveled that the gifted writer was a KGB spy—

Now, just like the description of the changeable and tyrannical sea in it, the turbulent water vapor is mixed with the thunder, and the dividing line between the sky and the ocean can't even be recognized clearly, until a little bit of starlight rises on the sea surface, and the embellished lines are highlighted again .

Wait, Starlight?

The Kremlin lowered his body abruptly and fixed the time—11:23.

If this fucking star can come out, I must have traveled back to the North Pole.

Eugen had just been driven back to rest by him, and it was almost time for Z-23 to come over to change shifts, and at this delicate time, from the northeast direction, the combined fleet of the Sirens finally emerged faintly, very impenetrable.

"Earl Zeppelin—my fleet entered a state of radio silence, and all personnel evacuated the hull of the Kremlin and entered the bunker on the island—immediately."

After talking into the microphone, he stuffed the mobile station back under the tarpaulin, and it was perfectly integrated with the concrete wall and ground again.

"I don't know if the captain can arrive on time..."

The United Fleet was led by overwhelming carrier-based aircraft, and the Kremlin realized that the flock of hunting fighters encountered last night were indeed only a small part of them... Those things passed over Fiji Island one after another, leaving a trail of A string of turbid tail flames made the moist air dry and hot again.

And Z-23, who was crouching outside the ruins, didn't dare to move at this time, for fear that he would be exposed to the sight of the plane.

The buzzing sound was endless, and it took a full three minutes before the "mosquito" moved away from the island and continued to head south.

Although she had been warned by the Kremlin and made preparations, after seeing so many ships and planes, Z-23 was still so depressed that she couldn’t breathe. She crawled to the feet of the Kremlin and touched the strong man. Kremlin's boots signaled him to take his place, and Kremlin gently turned his body and made a silent gesture to her.

and also!

Then he pointed upwards.

"My Daughter Mordred"

"Father! Save me! My lord father is going to stab me!!"

—Don't worry, my little boy.If your father dares to stab you, I will stab her hard at night!

This is the story of a man who finds coffee extremely unpleasant no matter how he makes it, and raises a daughter he picked up by the way on his way to pursue how to make good coffee.

——However, how do I feel that my daughter is getting more and more?

The main writer is Xingyue, but there will be crazy guest appearances by characters from other works——

Chapter 25 The Light in the Sky Are All Stars

The second wave of planes quickly passed over their heads.

Fortunately, not only the front, the Kremlin and the back of the Z-23 were also covered with camouflage gray. Those seemingly advanced aircraft failed to see through the crude camouflage, but they dropped something from the air, and the strong man felt the ground tremble slightly , while some debris flakes from the ceiling.

"Did they drop the bomb?"

"No, it doesn't seem to be an aerial bomb—"

Kremlin and Z-23 exchanged glances. Although the combat systems of the two are not well integrated, they can still understand each other's thoughts when they cooperate mentally.

"Don't get too close to the opening, I'm not sure if those siren optics are locked on here—"

"understood."

After the burly man reminded the captain, he continued to stare at the passing fleet ahead, and he also pricked up his ears to carefully catch the slight noises above his head.

It's not a huge object, but some rustling and fragmented sounds, creeping down the outer wall of the building——

"commander……"

"It doesn't matter, it shouldn't be a reconnaissance unit, otherwise they will stop the ship and wait for the information to return instead of continuing south."

The Kremlin once again signaled the uneasy Z-23 to calm down.

"Didn't you say that most of the Siren's humanoid ships are also emotionless machines? Why do I see them talking and laughing?"

The one-eyed whore in the middle—unlike the teasing, mocking smiles of the other ships, with resentment on her cheeks.

"Chatting and laughing? It shouldn't be—the golden one is a siren-type elite ship, and the game breakers and chess players are not considered advanced minds—"

"I share my vision with you—"

The rustling sound gradually became louder, but Kremlin still pressed Z-23 to keep her from moving, and motioned her to observe the enemy ship with him.

"Strange, are you really chatting?"

Looking 20 kilometers away, Z-23 gnashed its teeth horribly—a fleet composed entirely of elite sirens was chatting and advancing... She had never seen such a situation.

"Something bad is going to happen."

Although the source of worry was different, the Z-23 still gave birth to the same cautiousness as the Kremlin.

"Have you notified Sister Eugen and them?"

"They have all been told to hide in the air-raid shelter."

While exchanging opinions, the source of the rustling sound also appeared in front of their eyes. A large group of small crab-like machines appeared from the direction of the ceiling, crawled down the wall, and rushed towards the beach.

"babble--!"

The scene that could cause trysophobia patients to faint on the spot caused goose bumps to explode on Z-23's back.

But soon, she was comforted by the warm hands of the commander.

Under the camouflage net, pressing the girl's bare back, Kremlin couldn't give birth to any charming thoughts. He stared at the small machines that were far away from him, and he didn't know what he was thinking——

The machinery with flashing red dots quickly got into the wreckage of the armor that had been ravaged by the battleships until it was shattered. In just a few breaths, those dilapidated metal lumps stood up staggeringly, and the mechanical eyes glowed again, scanning Blackened beach.

"I see."

Kremlin settled down a bit: "Repair the wreckage of self-defense machinery produced by humans...to serve as a garrison on the island...but they don't seem to plan to land to check the overall damage of the combat unit, and these small things will not be sent to attack. Signal to the fleet—”

It's really a big choice, but the stupidity of the enemy is the tactical advantage of one's own side.

"Those sirens really placed sentries..." The blood flow on Z-23's face suddenly accelerated.

Not because of the hot hands on the back, but because of my own assumptions and misinformation.

This is the second time.

"Don't feel guilty, Captain, the battlefield is in motion and tactics are in motion. We can't ask the enemy to stand still - use experience, but also remain vigilant to change."

While appeasing Z-23's slightly fragile military self-esteem due to the fact that it has not done anything practical recently, Kremlin has been like a patient hunter, watching the fleet and the fleet go away until they disappear on the other side of the sea level.

Strange to say, after the Siren left, it seemed that the wind and waves on the sea became smaller.The Kremlin wondered-does this group of strangely shaped fleets also have their own weather adjustment function?If you can get a few ships and throw them on the state farm, you can definitely solve the precipitation problem.

Z-23 also breathed a sigh of relief—the problem now is that they need to get rid of the automatic armor of the "Resurrection of the Dead" on the island, that is to say, it can still be repaired after being broken into that kind of virtue. Those tiny robots are really not good. Simple, if Miss Cologne was around, she would definitely be able to figure out something.

Afterwards, I suggest that the commander add a logistics and research ship girl to the fleet. Of course...it depends on fate.

Although the commander kept saying that he didn't believe in luck, Z-23 felt that this bear's luck was really outrageous. The first special-type ship girl hit Miss Zeppelin.

"They seem to work very similarly to my repair team."

Kremlin secretly said in his heart: "If I can get some small machines that obey my command, the advanced damage control and maintenance devices will be equivalent to being supplemented."

In a way, they thought of it together.

"...Let's go, go to book the meeting place. We have plenty of time to deal with the things on the beach. Now let's let them dance there."

Lifting the camouflage net, Kremlin was about to stand up, but was held back by Z-23——

This was the first time he was pulled by Z-23 with such great force, and he looked at the girl's small face, which was blocked by a raised finger, as if she was facing a big enemy.

"Commander! A submarine with sirens in the water!"

"...submarine?" Kremlin twitched his eyebrows.

He hated those things—submarines were even more out of the question for him than aircraft carriers.It's just that the sea power law does not prohibit the development and deployment of submarines. If he hadn't entered this inexplicable world, perhaps one day sooner or later, he would meet those disgusting submarine cores in the depths of the ocean.

"Their speed is relatively slow, follow up as follow-up troops, look at the sea—" the destroyer little finger pointed to the waters near the cliff.

A golden light glowed on the pitch-black sea, but this time the light did not come from the reflections of ships on the surface, but from the killers lurking under the deep water——

"We have to find a way to drive them northward, or destroy them... These guys have the ability to see underwater. I can't guarantee that they will find the hole under the island."

"Won't destroying them turn the United Fleet around?"

"The strength of the signal sent by the submarine is very limited, and it is impossible to send a long-range distress signal during the submerged process, so we need to resolve the battle quickly, so that they can prevent them from discovering your hull!"

"But I don't have depth charges—"

Kremlin sighed.

"Crack - creak!"

Hearing Kremlin's words, the destroyer's brows and eyes darkened, and he stared at him with grievances, biting his cherry lips, and squeezed his arms with small hands, as if he was about to cry in a second.

I am expulsion!I am expulsion!I am expulsion! !

Her pupils filled with water vapor seemed to be shaking with the increasing force on her arms——

"Mechanical Life and Dark Contract"

"Stable [-] days, constantly updated" Time and space lost track!Cosmic starry sky!

Luo Jing walked out of the earth!

The rising mechanical life, the god king of the anti-matter world, the demon king of the dark abyss, and the unknown creatures of the dimension!