Iron-blooded Sister-in-law

Dake also clapped his hands lightly. He already had a strong sense of time, and under the training of Peter, he liked to race against time. For him, every day he snatched up was very precious. After February 2th, according to the acceleration level of the gravitational slingshot of els, it will reach the earth by early April, at most April 17th.

This is also the result of their inability to reverse engineer the hyperspace engine—Dake consulted all the consultants who might know about life forms like DS, but he didn't get a satisfactory answer.

"TB, since you think els do not belong to silicon-based life, what is their specific elemental composition?"

While the humans on the ground were cheering, Dake's spirit seemed to be traveling in outer space, leaving only his body, talking to the upright girl in front of him.

"The universe is full of wonders. We have seen life forms that can reproduce themselves by vacuum zero-point energy. They are older and more durable than amoebas. Translated in human language-they are called ether dragons. The life forms of these creatures are made of Energy is linked, and the consciousness model is very close to human bioelectricity. Even without a physical body, they can attract ore to build a physical form, just like a warrior in armor... Commander, nature is so amazing, els Powerful as they may appear, they are at least tangible, observable, and destroyable."

TB’s voice was a little more humane than before, as if he was instructing Da Ke: “If humans can’t resist it, the siren will definitely unlock your main gun. With that supergravity gun, you can use gravity The tides tear apart any matter, as long as there is no material attachment, I don't believe that els will be as indestructible as the ether dragon."

"So, have you ever wiped out the ether dragon?" Da Ke originally wanted to learn about the mysteries of the universe through TB, but who knew that TB would madly put it here to send him all kinds of outrageous secrets, and even mention him, it can be completely ruined Wait for the host to see that he can't stand it anymore and open it for him.

"Any creature that has the possibility of becoming a singularity civilization is the target of out-of-control Suzheng's destruction. The Suzheng war machine in the extragalactic system has a behavioral logic - initially we were designed to only attack those close to the 29th level singularity. program, but now it is to destroy all civilizations including organic and inorganic... there must be ether dragons in it."

There was no pride in TB's tone, as if he was a pure bystander: "After the army set off, the ether dragon shuttled between the energy state and another plane, which is more difficult to capture than the phase shift. We lost half of the liquidator fleet. Chasing it out of our physical world kills it - even we're not sure."

"Did you fight without even knowing the details of the enemy? Should I say you are brave or...well, since you are out of control, I guess you don't need to control your emotions."

Da Ke shook his head: "No wonder the law of the dark forest is very applicable to the universe.

"Civilization is progressing, but the way of communication is becoming more and more primitive and barbaric... There is no way around this. Everyone wants to survive. It seems that only Suzheng has never considered survival for the sake of survival."

TB also let out a strange moan.

It was the first time I saw this "navigator" express emotion.

"Don't say those pessimistic words - come and comment on our work?"

In desperation, Dake in turn enlightens TB.

"...The psychic amplification device that the shipyard is assembling may really be able to obtain a 'communication method' that is acceptable to both parties, but if your interests and goals have no common ground from the beginning, you can only welcome war……"

"Actually, I would like you to comment on my outer space fleet plan. The signal amplifier is designed by Ember. I am not worried that it will not be able to complete the task.

Da Ke feels that TB's thinking is still a bit cold-blooded, even though she has undergone many transformations by his side, sometimes she still cannot ignore her past as a killing machine.

"The design is too crude, and it is also fragile. The only advantage is that it is equipped with the kinetic firepower of the Suzheng frigate. As a firepower platform, the range is still its huge shortcoming. It may be barely usable to extend the range."

TB's wording is also very euphemistic: "But at present, you can't take these Iron Gadas, which are no different from fixed forts in the eyes of Suzheng, to jump into hyperspace, which restricts its strategic play. It can crush enemies who have just entered the stage of space civilization."

"Okay, I know this thing won't catch your eye—you've been playing sloppy before and didn't express your opinion. Today, right here, you have to tell me whether its design idea is correct or not." Da Kemo Grinding his teeth, showing a domineering energy

This girl thinks her labor reform is over if she doesn't smoke two belts, right?

After being snarled by Da Ke, TB twitched a little, and a blush quietly rose on her pale face, destroying her cold and inorganic appearance.

"...It is feasible. The design where the flagship leads the sub-combat units to jump is very resource-saving and efficient."

"Okay, your affirmation is enough."

Dake suddenly felt better.

It seems that he still has to use some semi-forced means to get TB to speak, otherwise she is sometimes terribly quiet and tucked away, making people uncomfortable.

"We've got nearly two months left, sir."

After the brief blush on TB's face faded away, he went back into a downtime state where he lacked interest in everything, and when Dake didn't know what he was thinking, when he returned from patrol, Barr, who was sitting in the auditorium, pinched him with one hand. He touched them around his waist, holding two bottles of rum in his hand.

"You don't need to be so frowning, right? Even if you drive the main body to the outer space to deliver the parts yourself, the debugging work still depends on these ordinary people on the ground, and the progress can't be faster-it's better to let go of your mind and have fun first a bit

"I'm afraid not." Da Ke shook his head:

"I'm not saying that you can't enjoy it, but I have to think a lot, even a single mistake in detail may cause everything we manage to come to naught—"

"Isn't the performance of the Psionic Army quite unexpected? Are you still worried about having them defend the orbit?"

"worried."

"Tsk."

Jean Barr bit open the rum cork in his hand with his silver teeth, and stuffed it into Dake's arms with a bang.

"Here, hurry up and drink some, don't make yourself too nervous - anyway, with your probability of winning the bid, there is almost no difference between drinking some wine and not drinking."

Dake was almost broken by Barr, and his serious eyes gradually turned into resentment.

"Or are you really keen on building a small ship?"

"Not at all. Isn't that called being prepared?"

I can't tell whether it's depression or free and easy emotions rushing to his forehead, Kremlin blows on the bottle, and keeps doing it for a third of the time.

As if to make up for the happiness that was missing during this time.

"That's right—want a cigar? The Spaniards honor you, and I'll bring it back for you."

When the female pirate saw that Dake had finally fallen, she was overjoyed and handed over a stick of "Black and Thick" with a strong aroma.

"No, Comrade Barr, can we not talk so socially? Those who don't know think I'm the leader of the pirates. Change the title 'Boss', even if you call me by my first name."

Dake muttered, and pushed the cigar back: "As for this thing, I don't need it. Some ship girls don't like the smell of smoke on my body."

"But it's a cigar... Phew, never mind, I know you're not going to enjoy it... I mean, it's attractive to me to smell a little bit of smoke on you."

Jean Barr took a meaningful look at TB next to Dake—the female pirate obviously misunderstood—thinking that Dake was attacking this Rubik’s Cube recently, and also thought that she didn’t like the smell of smoke.

Noticing the provocative look in Jean Barr's eyes, TB tilted his head, pretending that I am ignorant, don't come to bully me, and made a full gesture of avoiding the war

"Are you free the night after tomorrow?"

"...Except for dream schedules, I have now suspended all plans to pick up new jobs, including but not limited to dinners, movies, shopping, etc."

Dake's eyes suddenly became extremely vigilant.

"...Hahahaha...that group of women have tortured you to the point of nervousness, are women's bellies so scary?" Jean Bart was taken aback by Dake's stress reaction, and then laughed out loud.

Very scary, bro.

Da Ke just wants to say, let Barr try to accompany the woman in Yuanhua Hull for one night, and you will know how terrifying it is.

"I don't want to sleep with you, boss, I want you to go with me to the Wall of the Paris Commune."

Just now, he laughed so presumptuously and exaggeratedly that Baer wiped away the non-existent teardrops in the corners of his eyes, and put on a nostalgic look again.

"You haven't been there yet, have you? It's because you're too busy with work, and it's also because the relationship between Germany and France has been tense recently—"

"Well, it's all a little bit related."

Da Ke listened to the members' wall, and cheered up a little. For him, it was like Jerusalem's status to pilgrims.

"My sister and I will accompany you to the member's wall to lay flowers, how about it?" Jean Barr came prepared.

Of course she knew that a date request in a private name would be rejected, but she didn't have to worry about it when she was on business.

"Although it may make Bismarck nervous again, Yingwei's nationalization movement has reached a feverish stage. If the former leader of Vichy and the current leader of Luanwei attend the flower-laying event together, it can also send a positive signal."

"You want to wind up the nationalization movement? Well, I will ask Peter to arrange a special time for this event. It doesn't have to be at night. Find a sunny day."

"So, will you stay in France all this time?" Jean Barr's eyes lit up.

"Anyway, even if you fly around in a plane, you still have to read documents on it."

Dake played with both hands: "I've been tossing back and forth between Berlin and Paris recently."

"Cut...you still can't let go of your iron-blooded belongings and your lovely wife, right?" The female pirate curled her lips.

"After all, people contribute the most, what do you think?"

Da Ke didn't chat with Jean Barr either, talking too politely would only disgust a girl with her personality.

"Yes, yes, except for me and Louis IX, there is no other French woman who can fall into your eyes—"

"Also count the vicious comrades."

"Viciousness... wait, you really gave the viciousness to me??"

Let Barr look him up and down as if he knew Dake again.

"...To be precise, he is a black and vicious comrade. You have misunderstood."

Only then did Dake realize that he was aphasia, and he spoke out what was in his heart. Probably the process of communicating with Jean Bart led to his "wave" side

"No, there is no misunderstanding. Her figure is nothing special in a destroyer. At most, it can be regarded as safe delivery..."

"...I'll find an opportunity to introduce you to Vicious-META, didn't your sister tell you anything?"

The man looked at it with some headaches and began to wonder if the Kremlin was Jean Bart, the big gun advocate.

"She only said that we have foreign aid. I haven't seen a few Yuanhua ships from Luanwei yet."

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen the name of your ship of the same type on the ember list."

Dake immediately changed the subject.

He faintly sensed that the Oriole-Tailed Destroyers, which were peeking at their chats from a distance, were also eager to try. They seemed to think that they were better than Vicious, and they all started to move closer to this side.

"Help me block your subordinates, I'll go and avoid them first, I shouldn't talk like this."

Dake was about to scream, and finally shook the bottle in his hand: "Also, thank you for the rum, I'll get you a hardcover bottle of Beluga vodka later."

"Are you coming back tomorrow?" Jean Barr originally felt that it was a bit empty just to have a face-to-face meeting with Dake, but when he heard that he would come back to observe, he immediately regained his energy, and even planned the color of his underwear.

"Well, there is another rocket carrying the cut part of the 'Holy Relic' to the sky tomorrow. I have to sit in charge. If anything happens, I can help from orbit."

Little did he know that Jean Barr had already chosen the black hollowed-out wooden horizontal grain style, and he was still seriously repeating his tomorrow's work plan.

516 The dog leash leads you

While the warbler girls were planning to arrange various set meals for Dake the day after tomorrow, Bismarck seemed to smell a conspiracy and called Dake.

"Are you going to attend the inauguration ceremony of the new skyport in the Ruhr area?"

"No need, just let Hans and Schneider show their faces."

"... mobilization is not going well."

Sure enough, Bismarck took the initiative to ask Dake to go back because he had other important matters, not simply a ribbon-cutting.

Seeing that Dake wasn't up to the trick, she was heartbroken and directly raised the question. "What? I remember we raised the enlistment pay a lot.

Da Ke thought that the Germans would also have the same kind of ??????, fearing that his family would not receive enough compensation after his death.

But to be reasonable, no matter the Soviet Union or the Iron Blood, they will not learn from the United States in this regard.

"It's not that the enthusiasm for joining the army is not high, but since the first batch of psykers entered the school, they heard that there was going to be a war, and the suppressed Minbu showed up again. Now many young people who intend to squeeze into the psychic training camp are from the Minbu faction support, or they themselves support the Minbu, the younger generation of the German Communist Party is much less