Iron-blooded Sister-in-law

Dake is also very interested, this move is to retreat, it's very slippery.

But it's a pity that although your royal family has a lot of ships, not all cats, cats and dogs can become officers of Fleet International - anyone who is not gay will not be accepted!

Soldiers may not be Bolsheviks, but instructors cannot.

"Then... Lady Belfast..."

Ms. Battle Cruiser turned her gaze to the head maid again—she was very familiar with Belfar...but the current Belfer was so strange that she felt uncomfortable.

After staying by the hardline Kremlin for a long time, Befa also has a temperament that is quietly changing.

If she used to be the kind of fighting maid who was occasionally pushed into a hurry and would stab someone with a soft knife... now she seems to be able to pull out a Tokarev from under the pannier at any time, point to someone's forehead, and say another sentence: "You are a traitor to the great motherland"...

But to Hood's surprise, under Da Ke's gesture, Befa raised his skirt slightly and stood on Hood's side, juxtaposed with Edinburgh.

"……what?"

Even Sirius, who was not very sensitive to the surrounding atmosphere, felt something was wrong.

"Then, regarding the construction of the British Empire, please allow me to ask you for more personnel support—"

Befa, who was standing by the side, immediately picked up the second page of materials prepared by Hood, and began to "bargain" with Da Ke: "I hope the Soviet Union can send social observers to accompany me back to China. Also, we need some engineers to guide the construction of the teleportation berth. -"

"????"

Whether it's Hood or Edinburgh, seeing the momentum of Befa, they are all in a mess.

……

"Major Maid Belfa, don't you plan to go back to the Soviet Union?"

Dake had just left the house, and Sirius finally took Cheshire off his body—at the moment, Maomao was sticking to Edinburgh... It wasn't that she didn't want to stick Dake, it was that Dake picked her up with one hand and threw her away every time. Going out is like losing a real cat!

Obviously, she is also coming to the heavy patrol anyway!

"It's only been two weeks. Although every minute of being separated from the commander will make Befa distressed, but when he thinks of the joy of enjoying the reward after the work is completed, Befa will feel very sweet again."

The head maid stroked her breasts, as if the light of heaven was shining on her face:

"The commander didn't ask me to betray the motherland, he just asked me to find a way to weaken the power of the House of Lords and prepare for our reunion to go south."

Indeed, if it is just a general political struggle on the chessboard, it really cannot be called treason.

If Biffa started out as a hawkish MP in dove skin, now she's ready to peck at people.

But no ship girl has done this kind of work before!Even if it is the royal family, it cannot be said to have a close relationship with the parliament, and only Befa can speak.

Edinburgh looked worried.

But Da Ke gave Befa enough resources this time, and asked her to go to the UK to prepare and form her own forces.

Including but not limited to several researchers responsible for psychic screening, as well as engineers who participated in the improvement of the hyperspace engine.

The value of these talents is too high. Although they are Soviet Russians and some are Japanese, it is impossible for those nobles to reject them. This bait is too tempting.

The name of these people going to Britain is political asylum, but the power to assign jobs to them is only held by Befa, and no one can take it away.

Hood has seen Dak's arrangement, but no matter what she thinks, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages for Britain. Even if conditions permit, she will find a way to apply to Elizabeth for more fleets to assist Dak as "price ", in exchange for such resources.

At first, Hood thought that Biffa was really in the Soviet camp and his heart was in the royal family—but thinking about it, Biffa was only following the interests of the Soviet Union and the royal family, and those who participated in the negotiations did not actually include the factions of the British government. member.

Da Ke's intentions are actually very obvious: Don't you consider yourself noble?I feel that my blood is pure—then I will choose a few non-straight line or declining family members as the first batch of British and German competent people to divide you from the inside.

The worship of power by human beings is eternal. If power is too abundant or too weak, it is also the fuse of disputes. The Germanic and Germanic ethnic groups also seized power by force. In fact, the same is true for Maozi. It can only be said that it is natural.

The means to deal with the diehards in Germany and the United Kingdom has already been planted through the Fleet Girl camp. The first batch of invited psykers will become upstarts in the newspapers and in the political arena. Da Ke wants to win them over and let them know , resources are only in the hands of the Soviet Union, regardless of class, the Soviet Union will become the backstage for them to maintain their dignity.

As for the theory that psykers are a disaster—ah.

When Dake walked out of the villa, he raised his hand, his eyes flashed red, and grabbed the void from the next room with his spiritual energy.

Following a burst of muffled grunts, a man dressed similarly to a Polish peasant was pulled out of the room, smashed open the door that was left open, and kicked wildly in the air.

The miniature camera in his hand fell to the ground, and Dake's attention was also diverted, and his gaze at the other party became more and more unkind.

The sound made Sirius upstairs instantly alert, reacting faster than Hood and Beffa, and pushed open the window, only to see that Dake had already picked up the camera and played with it for a while.

However, he just glanced at the spy who was trying to maintain a calm face, and threw the camera and recording equipment back.

"I won't hide myself—if you have the ability, just stop me from seeing it."

With the blessing of psychic power, his voice was like a giant bell, ringing in the spy's ear, and the lingering sound lingered in the other party's mind.

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Chapter 295 Bismarck's new battlefield

8 month 7 day.

As a video with a recording was sent back to Iron Blood, in the underground fortress of the Rundstedt family, a group of middle-aged people sat around the table, silent.

As if to relieve some of the overly dull atmosphere, several young men in military uniforms of the younger generation in the family began to pour wine for the old men in turn.

But the guys on the west side of the bar table were still watching the encrypted video over and over again——

The air fluctuated, and the camera position spun wildly until it fell to the ground and was "picked up" again.

A pair of scarlet eyes watched them, making their weather-beaten bodies tremble slightly.

Even through the screen, you can still feel the terrifying coercion...

【If you have the ability, stop me from seeing it】

"...Why did he say that?" Finally, after watching the video six times, the old man on the west side put down his tablet and took a sip of wine.

He didn't even have the leeway to be careful, and his spirit seemed to be affected by the other party's gaze invisible...

"Manfred said that he didn't reveal who he was working for, but being watched by those eyes, there seemed to be no secret in his heart, and his intentions may have been exposed, so the other party let him go—"

The junior in charge of pouring the wine said in a deep voice.

"If that's the case, this sentence is not just a simple warning, but very targeted."

The old man on the right of the first seat sighed: "He might attack us..."

"It's hard to say, we didn't do anything that really threatened him..."

"That guy is a Bolshevik, and there are rumors that he is a ghost from the end of World War II to modern times!"

Some discussion came to no avail, but the atmosphere became more gloomy.

"Is Manfred still available?"

"He is useless, and don't rush to send new spies there. Clean up the mess first. We must continue to put pressure on Bismarck, and we must not let the International Column enter Berlin."

The old man in the first seat knocked on the table and signaled everyone to be quiet. After everyone looked over, he continued to arrange: "Let the Beckmans do it. This time we must have the same attitude. Absolutely not to enter the capital, choose some unremarkable roads in the countryside to let them go, as long as they reduce their chances of contacting government agencies and factories, there should be no major problems."

"But we offended the Kremlin..."

"It's not that we offended him, but Sangvis offended him, understand?"

"Yes, I understand." The junior who raised the question immediately lowered his head:

"But this also means that we will miss the first psyker and his training team..."

"Let the French go for a drug test first. Originally, Bismarck bypassed us and did this. She was too eager to win. I knew that her desire to conquer the ocean would do her bad things sooner or later. Even the Bolsheviks dared to go to the country. Yin, what else can't she do?"

"Don't we have to say anything?"

"...Together with Hohenzollern, send some gifts to the real first secretary. It can't be a luxury, but something useful. For example, if their fleet needs more transportation, give them transportation and supplies. Just give supplies, so that even if they plan to force their hands at the beginning, it will be in the way of face..."

"I don't think the Soviets care about that, they're just a bunch of hungry—"

"Quiet."

The old man in the first seat knocked on the table again, this time more forcefully:

"Although Bismarck ignored everyone's demands and forcibly opened the road to the international brigade, she is still our leader and leader, and we old men have to help make up for the 'mistakes' she made."

After setting a tone, the old man added: "For psychics, we still have to have some respect. We have to preserve a possibility...the possibility of exposing our children to psychic education. For this reason , I decided to send the 'Voice of Berlin' to the Kremlin as a token of our sincerity."

……

"Your Excellency Bismarck, the International Column has entered Częstoreva."

At the same time, an officer wearing an old German style military uniform quickly walked up to the Jagged leader who was about to transfer from Berlin to Frankfurt, and stopped her: "We must prevent them from passing through Berlin—even if it is the accompanying scientific research team." Personnel are also monitored to prevent them from conducting covert investigations and subversion—"

"Relax, General Beckman, the international column has no plans to pass through the capital, and they will not enter the city to disturb the people."

Bismarck slowed down a little, trying to go around, but he didn't seem to see Bismarck's disgust. The man followed Bismarck with his boots that made a crisp sound like high heels:

"...In addition, Hohenzollern, Beckmann, and the factories under the Lundstede family will refuse all interviews and investigations during this period. I hope you can understand."

"..."

Regarding the irritability of the "spokesperson" of the Grand Juncker, Bismarck has already played [-] points of patience.

Her rusty blond hair was shining brightly under the bright sun, but she couldn't wipe away the spittle of the man behind her.

Sometimes, she really hopes that the other party can go to Hipper once instead of following her every day, because as long as he communicates with Hipper once, he will never dare to casually face so many subordinates again. Stop your nominal boss.

"General Lucas, I have always treated you as a soldier."

When Bismarck heard this fearful arrangement, he finally couldn't help but stop, looked at the "pure blood" German nobleman indifferently, and called him by his first name.

"I hope you can continue to maintain this image in my heart."

"...I understand that this may make you unhappy, but the struggle between humans is far more terrifying than the rift between ship mothers. Bolsheviks must be vigilant!"

Lucas immediately lowered his head, but there was still a slight threat in his words: "Even if the French coast is recovered, the economic supplement to the country is not as strong as expected, and our military expenditure... still needs to be collected by the family... "

At least the spokesperson also knows that the Jagged Navy is still a whole on the bright side and cannot be completely controlled by the Junkers, so he said "we" instead of "you".

But the way Bismarck looked at him was no longer as cold as before.

Sen Leng explained that the other party still has a hidden expectation, but when the sight becomes normal, the position of this person in his heart is completely zero, and he is not worthy of spending a minute and a half for him.

"...they will stay in the territory for up to four days, and after the four days pass, they will leave for Vichy."

Bismarck threw off Lucas, carried her Iron Cross flag, walked to the tarmac, and left a faint sentence: "I will make up the military expenses in the Atlantic Ocean, so I won't bother you this time."

Hearing this, Lucas' face turned green all of a sudden.

"Are you sure? But the Hohenzollern—"