Iron-blooded Sister-in-law

Buttocks... Eugen's stern slightly touched the edge of the table, stretching the hip skirt that could not completely cover the stern, showing a very graceful curve.

At the same time, she stepped on the chair with one leg and put the other leg on her knee, as if to highlight her thick fleshy, but not thick thighs.

Damn German mine belts.

The Kremlin wanted to let out a disdainful sneer to express his contempt for German shipbuilding technology, but in the end chose to shut up.

After all, it's hard to look away after glancing twice, and I don't have enough confidence.

Oh yes, and damn it, the German heavy turret.

He gave himself two slaps in the bottom of his heart, and then walked over with a serious face: "Eugen, are you ready for collaboration?"

"Are you ready? It mainly depends on whether you still have energy, Commander~"

Eugen turned his head slightly with his finger in his mouth, and said in an ambiguous tone, "Even if I say I don't want you to hurt me, or I don't have much energy today, it's just procrastination. You always do this, and I can't convince you."

"It seems that you already know me enough... Then I hope you can change that strange way of speaking with all kinds of metaphors by the way."

Kremlin sighed—it is no longer necessary to continue to maintain the image that was shown to the outside world. The ship girls have proved their "loyalty" with their hard work, even if this loyalty is only for him personally.

"I only talk like that when I'm with someone worth teasing."

She lowered her eyes slightly, her eyes wandering, but then she looked straight at Dake as if she had decided something in her heart.

"Then shouldn't I be honored? By the way, thank you for teasing me or something?" Kremlin walked to her side—even though she was so close to her, the woman still didn't intend to put her legs down and let Dake watch The black and white painting on the mine belt and the sideboard.

"What? Do you want to check it for me~"

Eugen watched Dake stand still, and even switched his legs and crossed them again.

"Stop messing around, Eugen, if I'm the kind of guy who has a fanatical pursuit of carnal desires, you should have been brutally murdered on the first day you came to this fleet."

Kremlin put his hands on her knees, not to take advantage of her, but to make her sit upright, and his tone was a little helpless: "Don't you really care about your chastity at all? Or do you mean that you have already—"

"I can't pretend I didn't hear that - I've been completely original from launch to today."

Eugen pressed his left leg on his right leg provocatively... Such a quick exchange of legs led to Kremlin's hand not being able to withdraw in time, or rather, he did not expect Eugen to be so bold that his hand was directly pinched In the hollow of the knee.

"Is this enough?"

Eugen provoked indifferently, and at the same time pressed Kremlin's palms and backs hard, as if he wanted him to feel the warmth of his thighs more.

"...Then you plan to open the seal today?" Dake's eyes were subtle for a moment, but he immediately fought back not to be outdone, and at the same time, his men stretched out between Eugen's knees, not shy at all.

We are all dirty adults, who is afraid of whom?

"Ich liebe dich——" Eugen's cherry lips parted slightly, and he spit out a series of words that made the strong man feel inexplicably nervous.

"...What??" He felt a little familiar after hearing this German sentence.

Under the effect of translation, the brawny man and Eugen have no language barrier, but it seems that the ship's mother is deliberately reserved when she speaks, or the context is obscured, but this German sentence has not been fully translated.

"...Is it sincere or a joke? Let the commander decide for himself~"

After a pause of about four or five seconds, Kremlin realized that Eugen had moved his leg, but the residual body temperature still made him a little dazed.

The sentence just now seems to be "I love you" in German, which is one of the few Da Ke who has learned it——

"Okay, let me taste your taste~"

Without giving him more time to think, while speaking, Eugen reached out to touch Kremlin's chest muscles.

With the hand she just ate, of course.

...Are you going to wipe the drool on me?

Kremlin tried his best to restrain his disgusted expression.

While pressing on the strong man's chest, Eugen was also immersed in the solid touch——

Until the Kremlin coughed softly to remind.

"...That's it, keep this posture... Now cooperate with me."

There was neither blush nor embarrassment on Eugen's face, and he spoke confidently.

"Stay in this position?"

"That's right, otherwise I might lose patience~"

"Do you really want to open it tonight?"

Maozi expressed his eagerness to try.

"...Let's talk after the collaboration is over." Eugen exhaled a fiery breath, and finally he was no longer as comfortable as she just showed:

"Will it hurt?"

"What is meant?"

"your head."

"...Yes, but I can only endure it."

The strong man felt that there would be no limit to "injure each other" with Eugen any longer—thinking that short-term pain would be better than long-term pain, so he held on to a corner of the table, maintaining a posture that was almost leaning forward on her body.

"If I faint, please help me... Now, relax."

When Eugen heard the words, he also closed his eyes and put on a cooperative gesture.

Spiritual synergy is not all smooth sailing.

Kremlin saw Eugen enter the sea from the port of Kiel. The wine bottle hit her starboard side, bursting out as brilliantly as her pupils.

Immediately afterwards, the battle with the Hood, which was regarded as a battleship bombarded indiscriminately, damaged the Prince of Wales, one scene after another.

Then, wounded by a British submarine, the pain rushed to Kremlin's right leg.

After a series of shelling battles that were not considered spectacular and coordinated with the infantry to attack, she ushered in her own end—surrendering to the U.S. military.

Just when the Kremlin thought it was finally over, he was hit by a nuclear bomb.

That's right, a nuclear bomb.

Although it wasn't a direct hit, the weird feeling of being torn apart by the light, heat and radiation still made his brows twist, like a paraplegic.

It wasn't over yet, and five seconds later, another one was hit—the shock wave of the explosion came from underwater, as if someone had been ripped open, and both legs were paralyzed. Kremlin lay on Eugen's body directly, unable to control his body, Nosebleeds rolled down her turret armor.

"commander--"

Eugen wanted to lift him up, but this posture was too awkward and his chest was hit, which made her dizzy unable to exert force for a while.

The lucky woman sank in the end anyway.

After finally supporting Eugen's turret to stand up, Kremlin's eyes were bloodshot:

The superficial cynicism is just to cover up her seemingly lucky but actually miserable and stubborn boatman.

She is a woman with a story.

Now she is also a woman with "accidents".

With a smile, Eugen suddenly raised the handkerchief and stuffed it into Dak's nostril.

Chapter 51 Sing, Dance, Rua!

If the opponent is also the core of the battleship, Kremlin will feel that he is fighting fiercely with other ships with the first and second barrels...it's nothing.

The problem is that Eugen is not the core of the battleship, she is the mother of the ship, and the turret of the mother of the ship, which uses shelling as the main means of attack, is often associated with their cellulite.

This is fucking embarrassing.

Clutching his sore nose, Kremlin knew he was in the wrong, and did not dare to make any accusatory voices, so Eugen saw him rubbing his forehead and wiping his nosebleeds, and the fire that had just started was extinguished instantly.

The bright red on her chest slid down along an arc, adding a bright line to her tight combat uniform.

"... Shall I wipe it for you?" Kremlin said abruptly.

"..." When Eugen heard this, he tore off the handkerchief that had stuck Dake's nose.

Dake thought he would be slapped by Eugen with the handkerchief, but he didn't expect the woman to put the handkerchief on his chest directly and hang on to it by the straight curve.

"Didn't you say you want to wipe it for me?"

Eugen raised his pointed chin.

The champagne-colored eyes were full of encouragement and sarcasm, and there was not even a hint of shyness.

Hiss, this German woman's fighting power is a bit fierce.

"...I won't touch you until you become my comrade."

While saying these somewhat indecent words, Dake picked up the corner of the handkerchief and picked up the piece of cloth from the peak.

Then spread it out—cover it.

Go down one more swipe.

The movements are smooth and flowing, and it doesn't even look dirty.

And Eugen also realized the level of Maozi in front of him after being stunned for a while.

This guy is worth fighting for—

The two sides reached a certain consensus through this kind of non-gunpowder-flavored, even a bit charming way.

"If you have the ability, come and try it out and make me your comrade~"

Chong Xun narrowed his eyes.

Only now did she realize that she didn't care whether it was Bismarck or the Kremlin who led her, her legs were slightly close together, and a little closer could clamp Dake's waist.

"Do you know the accordion?"

However, Eugen, who was already preparing to splatter the command room with blood, heard a word that had nothing to do with her psychological preparation... out of Kremlin's mouth.

"...Huh?" Her closed legs froze before touching Dake.

"I think an empty girl like you should cultivate some hobbies other than wine—"

Kremlin picked up the cloth that had just been wiped off her turret, and wiped away a bit of the overflowing nosebleed that hadn't dried completely:

"Lucky for you, I still play a little instrument,"

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