Iron-blooded Sister-in-law

The tonnage of the PS.24 plan is pure nonsense, and there are serious wastes in various armor and firepower designs, but the Minsk Shipyard can build everything for you.

Chapter 04 Modern Warships, Understand?

Kremlin didn't think much of Prince Eugen's strength, but he knew very well that when exploring unknown seas, if he wanted to preserve his strength, he had to cooperate with other ships of the temporary task force...even if it was with the Germans.

The good news is that the two German ships are more cooperative——

"This is supplies, but remember, don't disembark...don't disembark without my notice." After handing two small cups of condensed oil to Z-23 and Eugen and emphasizing it twice, Kremlin turned his gaze to the bridge out of the toughened glass in case any trace of the island is missed.

"Heh—that's all, Commander, don't you have enough fuel for us to fight?" Eugen put down the cup while turning the black liquid in the metal cup, grabbed his glove, and narrowed his eyes dissatisfied.

Kremlin turned his head slightly when he heard the words—it seemed that this woman had a special liking for finger-eating movements, and he couldn’t figure out the meaning—it might be a sign of her nervousness, or it might be a lack of vitamins.

Needless to say, although the meaning of this action is unclear, it made her cold face more vivid and individual——

It's not that he has never seen German women. Except for some very young girls, all of them have too high cheekbones and strong chins. Few of them are as beautiful as Slavic women.

And Eugen's facial features... It should be regarded as the ceiling of German women. I have to say that putting aside the subjective demerits and only appreciating the skin, Prince Eugen belongs to the type that is cold but unexpectedly can make men's desires rise—— Coupled with her figure, few men can take their eyes off her.

"I can understand that you put us like a vase?"

Her plump body leaned forward, and her pretty face protruded from Kremlin's side. Looking down from the perspective of a strong man, she could observe the uprightness of the twin peaks, and the arc outlined by the tights seemed to be still swollen. Two more dangerous arcs.

"The fuel is still sufficient, and I don't intend to keep you guys dry, but as I emphasized to you, unless there is a very urgent situation, I will not let you disembark and fight." The strong man turned his head slightly——

The temptation of beauty from fascism?

Ah.

Kremlin sneered disdainfully in his heart. He knew this kind of woman very well. Don't look at Eugen's frivolous performance. If a man really can't control his hand, she probably will change her indifferent attitude and put on a smiling one. face, and snapped off the wretch's arm—

Of course, the above experience provided by the Kremlin is only applicable to those female pilots encountered in the naval mess hall, and he has not dealt with German women.

"Only relying on conventional weapons, you want to drive away the Siren fleet?" Eugen's tone was slightly mocking, and he sat on the chair in front of the intelligence desk, side by side with Z-23: "Commander, do you think our ship What is the meaning of mother's existence?"

"In fact, just now, I have scuttled a so-called elite heavy cruiser with the conventional weapons you mentioned."

Kremlin glanced at the frozen Z-23, who unobtrusively pulled down the suspenders of Prince Laogen's socks on the table, signaling to her that the commander was not bragging.

"The meaning of your existence can be discussed later, but if we are trapped at sea, no matter what the meaning is, it will be empty talk."

"...I can't see that you are still a pragmatist."

Eugen raised his eyebrows again.

"Thank you for the compliment, I will let you know how real I am."

A weird atmosphere spreads in the command tower, and Z-23 can only be caught between the playful Eugen and the equally "unhuman" Kremlin, in a dilemma.

"Except for the engine room and the ammunition room, you can go in and visit all the cabins of my hull. As for the resting place... Captain, you live in the captain's cabin, Prince Eugen, you live in the chief mate's cabin."

"Oh? 23's treatment is so good——"

Eugen, who had already calmed down, became happy again: "You——"

"Sister Eugen, this, in fact, the commander and I are commanding each other..."

Z-23 has a relatively thin skin, so he didn't continue to explain.

"...command each other..."

Isn't that what it means to have a good relationship?

The heavy cruiser girl can't understand, but it doesn't prevent her from making fun of the serious Z-23.

"If you can lure him back to Sangvis, Bismarck will definitely count you in."

"Miss Eugene!"

"Huh? Bismarck?" Kremlin, who had no interest in the gossip-like topics of the two, turned his head abruptly.

"You know that man? Oh, sorry, I was abrupt, you must know him."

"……man?"

Eugen's expression suddenly became subtle:

"You also expressed surprise because I was not a man before. In your impression, all ships should be male?"

What the hell is a male—

Well, not too bad.

Kremlin cleared his throat: "Yes, although Bismarck is a serious waste of tonnage, his body is covered with useless thick mine belts and full protective armor, and his artillery fire is not powerful enough - but we have exchanged fire on the Atlantic many times, even though his equipment is very backward , The battle is still quite brave, to me... he is still a respectable man."

...In the perception of Eugen and Z-23, Bismarck, as the current iron-blooded leader, is undoubtedly the ship's mother.

It took Prince Eugen a few seconds to confirm that the commander was not joking with them. He was seriously recalling the past when he fought against Bismarck.

This is interesting.

"Hehehe, heavy and useless mine belts and full protection... I really want to see Bismarck's expression when you describe her like that—"

After realizing how the Kremlin had damaged Bismarck just now, the delighted Prince Eugen laughed from the bottom of his heart—she thought this commander was really interesting:

"Then your hull design is good enough, Commander, I'm not very knowledgeable~"

"Let's not talk about the armor...Here, the triple-mounted 457, three seats, nine guns, the layout of the modern battle line with two fronts and one rear, the perfect T-superior salvo angle, can Bismarck do it?"

Kremlin then sneered: "Bismarck's two-pack 380 is still two in front and two in back. Even the Americans know that this layout is not the optimal solution-you can refer to the North Carolina class and think about whether it is really as you imagined. as excellent."

"..."

Eugen silently lowered his head and glanced at his chest when he heard the words—

Although she wanted to refute something, she felt that it would be better for Bismarck to worry about how to attack the commander in the future——

She just needs to go to the scene to watch—of course, the premise is that they can find a way back to Sangvis.

"Sister Eugen, I have something to tell you..."

Z-23 finally couldn't take it anymore, and pulled Prince Eugen's arm vigorously—even though the tonnage gap was huge, Z-23 could still drag Eugen even without deploying the ship.

"It's rare, 23, do you want to talk to me?"

So Eugen, who is the mother of the big ship, asked Kremlin for instructions without sincerity: "Let's go out and chat for a while, don't you mind, commander?"

"Please."

Since they are not completely subordinate to the army, the Kremlin has given them enough personal space.

To say something disrespectful to the two girls, he still hasn't regarded them as a combat force that can be used, at most they are intelligence personnel who provide knowledge.

"Sister Eugen, the commander's final destination is the jurisdiction of the Northern United—"

"Oh."

Eugen was not surprised by this. Although his words and deeds did not show too much hairiness, the star emblem on his hat explained everything.

"Then what do you think about 23?"

"I want to... take Commander back to Sangvis..."

Z-23 raised her index finger in distress, obviously she was talking to Eugen, who was more "mature" in terms of tonnage and mental age, but she seemed to be waving a pointer in front of Eugen obsessively.

"There are too few ship girls in the Northern United, and their sense of existence is also very weak. It is hard to say whether they can even form an expedition fleet, but we are very clear about the situation of Iron Blood... Although everyone has different personalities, just from In terms of combat power, it is enough for the commander to flex his muscles."

"You don't want the commander to lead Iron Blood—" Eugen narrowed his eyes a little.

"Because he is a human being. Although he has the body of a ship, he has said that he is essentially a human being! It has been a long time since a human has led a ship girl—he looks very promising to be the commander of one of the forces! "

Z-23 gestured again and again: "The most important thing is that I have seen him fight. He is very strong! Even if we go to Iron Blood, he will definitely get enough right to speak by relying on his strength."

"Even if you say that, then he does have two brushes—"

Eugen nodded: "Do you want me to do something?"

"Sister Eugen, you are one of the most famous historical ships of Sangvis, can you help me find a way to persuade the commander to be willing to give Sangvis a try—" Z-23 said seriously.

"...What method do you want me to use to persuade him? Benefits? Or flesh?" Eugen jokingly held up his plump breasts. Because of the height difference, Z-23 could see the lower part of Eugen's breasts more clearly Fantastic vignette.

"...!!"

Z-23 choked on Eugen's bold statement.

"You don't understand, 23, that man's eyes... are clearly eyes of faith - although he is sure that he does not believe in gods, but there is no doubt that with that level of firm belief, neither flesh nor power can seduce him."

Eugen let go of his hands, allowing his chest to respond to the call of gravity again.

"Even if we really want to guide him in the direction we expect, it must be after he loses his faith, that is, when his dreams are shattered and he falls into despair, hehehe~"

"But I feel..."

Z-23 started to get tangled up again after hearing the words. Since the whole world lost the production capacity of the same type of ship, the ship was unique. She was sure that the Prince Eugen in front of her was the one she was most familiar with, but her pursuit of "happiness" Seems even fancier than remembered.

"Besides, what camp does he choose to join, what does it have to do with me?"

Eugen covered his mouth lightly, and yawned: "As for now...the life on the boat is short, why don't you think about how to make every day more enjoyable..."

"Well."

Z-23 languishes.

As a normal person with a conscience in the Sangvis minority, she once again felt some invisible malice... The source of the malice is not Sister Eugen alone, but all the rest of the Sangvis ship girls.

Even if those ship girls are not around——

"Don't think so much, we haven't determined the coordinates yet, maybe we will sink again in two days."

After being comforted, Eugen turned and left: "I'm going to visit the 'body' of our commander, are you interested?"

"...I have nothing to do anyway..."

The girl who bowed her head to reality lowered her head, followed Eugen's pace, and went deep into the hull.

"It's really just to visit my internal structure?"

Still looking at the sea level, the burly man said to himself, "Ms. Ship?"

If the color of the human mind hovers between gray and black, the soul of Jian Niang seems to be between white and gray——

They didn't even consider the possibility of eavesdropping on their conversation?We really need to discuss how to instigate him.

Those bastards in the KGB would probably love these innocent girls to death.

He took two steps forward, and took out a bottle from the metal drawer to the left of the helm.