Come and connect with me!

Bismarck pressed the brim of her hat again. Tirpitz stood there with a calm expression. Even though she had just come out of the bedroom, she was still wearing a white military uniform, with her white military cap pressed tightly and her collar neatly fastened - just like another Bismarck.

"You... um... by the way, the military has issued some new supplies, maybe you will need them."

She pulled the bag of cookies from her pocket and handed it to Tirpitz.

"......I will eat it before the expiration date."

Bismarck moved his mouth, but finally only said one sentence.

"You...can rest now."

Prince Eugen waved to Tirpitz with a smile, then quickly followed Bismarck. She had no idea that there was a whole new world under this seemingly ordinary two-story building.

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Tirpitz watched the two of them walk to the end of the second floor, and watched them perform some operations and then walk into a newly appeared cave.

She took the cookies back to the bedroom and closed the door silently. After a while, along with the aroma of coffee, the sound of chewing could be heard in the cabin.

Just as Prince Eugen said, this cookie is indeed a great snack to go with coffee.

Deep underground in the cabin, Bismarck and Prince Eugen were standing in the elevator. From time to time, a "beep" sound was heard, indicating that the elevator had gone down one floor. Prince Eugen counted in his mind and found that this beeping sound had been heard thirty-five times.

"Eugen, I have a question for you."

Bismarck's voice sounded a little dull.

"Say it, I'm listening."

This underground elevator didn't have any markings indicating its depth, and she was concentrating on calculating the number of floors the elevator would descend.

"Why are you so close to your sister?"

Prince Eugen tilted his head and asked in confusion: "Hipper? Am I very close to her?"

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"Very close... I often see you two playing together."

Bismarck took off his hat, and could no longer conceal the frustration on his face.

Prince Eugen scratched his face, recalling his experience with Hipper, and said hesitantly: "She is easy to understand. As long as I laugh at her figure, she will rush over angrily, and then I will imitate her words.

What is this, "Huh? This is also considered a sister, right? If we stand together, everyone will think I am a sister, right?" Or, "Huh? You are so angry, is this the tolerance of a sister? Love you, love you." If you say this a few times, Hipper will always stick to you, it won't be difficult at all."

Bismarck frowned and looked a little embarrassed.

"Tirpitz is the same size as me, I can't laugh at her in this way."

"Oh, so her three-dimensionality is your three-dimensionality!"

Prince Eugen widened his eyes, scratched the air with his hands, and looked at Bismarck with strange eyes.

"Wow, I can't believe it. Your Excellency Bismarck has such a good figure. If he is the same as Tirpitz, can't he hold it with both hands?"

Bismarck looked at Prince Eugen, was silent for a while, and suddenly asked: "Why do you know Tirpitz's three dimensions?"

Prince Eugen's mouth twitched and cold sweat broke out on his back.

"I, I can explain..."

For the first time, a smile appeared on Bismarck's face, and he placed his hands gently on Prince Eugen's head, pressing hard.

“Wait, wait a minute… Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. It’s going to… split… Ahhhhhh…”

The elevator descended rapidly with inexplicable screams, and the screams gradually disappeared until it reached its destination, the 65th floor underground.

The elevator door opened, and Bismarck walked out as usual, his footsteps lighter than usual, followed by Prince Eugen with a blank look in his eyes.

The two passed through a series of complex checkpoints, verified a large number of secret keys and various tests, and finally, a half-meter thick alloy door cracked, accompanied by a heavy opening sound, and an electronic synthesized sound rang out.

"Welcome, the person with the highest authority, Prime Minister Bismarck. The Forbidden Laboratory [Iron Blood. Decisive Battle Plan] welcomes you."

Chapter 17: The Iron-Blooded Frederick the Great

"Decisive battle plan?" Prince Eugen forced himself to stay alert and stare at this secret underground space, wanting to see what was in this so-called forbidden laboratory.

"You can't see anything here, Eugen, come on, you will be exposed to a brand new world next." Bismarck kept walking. There were hundreds of human scientists in this laboratory. The chief person in charge and his assistant were Peter Strasser and Prince Heinrich, who were appointed by the Prime Minister's Office. Including security and other miscellaneous personnel, there were more than 4,000 people. It took nearly three and a half years, and the materials invested during this period were incalculable. Now, it was time for Prince Eugen to see the product of the countless efforts and resources of the Iron Blood.

Prince Eugen saw an atmosphere that was busier and more urgent than on the ground. Researchers in white coats gathered together, sometimes arguing and sometimes roaring, but they would get inspiration from someone's words and quickly leave to conduct experiments; middle-aged men in small laboratories were concentrating on writing reports, white-haired old men in large laboratories were holding their breath and staring at scientific research equipment waiting for experimental results, or sealed laboratories that tested the performance of new materials and continuously burst out with amazing heat. There were many types, from materials science to physics to energy fluid mechanics. The product of the combination of these seemingly unrelated projects was the top secret of Iron Blood, the final plan that claimed to change the world situation!

But even so, the first impression here is definitely not good. These guys who work so hard that they forget to eat and sleep exude an indescribable smell. The ventilation facilities in the underground world work non-stop, but there is no way to make these mobile pollution sources smell even a little better. Only the strong, almost suffocating smell of disinfectant water near the precision instruments makes people feel that this is indeed a laboratory. And this is just a little discomfort in the environment, which is still tolerable. Then, the dirty words spewed out by this group of top smart people in the human world make people feel uncomfortable both physically and psychologically. They gathered together to quote classics and defend their theories. At the same time, the harsh side of the iron-blooded people was also magnified here. When they found any loopholes in the opponent's theory, they basically added a few beautiful fk at the end of the sentence, or more implicitly greeted the opponent's ancestors, and talked endlessly about the possible wild boar bloodline in the opponent.

After listening for a while, Prince Eugen even had the illusion that he was very Asian.

Bismarck calmly walked through the complex laboratories, occasionally stopping to inquire about the progress. These guys with their heads full of formulas had no idea what respect was. If they still had their brains, they would impatiently reply a few words, then avoid Bismarck like the plague and continue the debate in a corner. If they had argued to the point of losing their brains, they would even just take out a crumpled lab report from their arms and throw it to Bismarck. The latter would calmly identify what he wanted from the scribbled handwriting, then loosen the guy's collar with satisfaction, allowing him to continue breathing air.

After several times, Bismarck was fully aware of all the progress here.

"You understand?"

"Iron Blood needs a leader who can understand this."

Bismarck looked calm. Just as she thought, the last experimental report showed that all technical difficulties had been overcome, and the finished product should be available by now.

"Okay, I'm clear now. Come on, I'll take you to see them."

This time, Bismarck did not need to ask about the progress of each level. He took Eugen quickly to the deepest part of the underground base. It looked like some kind of unfinished work. The surroundings and the dome were covered with half-human-high silver mechanical gears, densely embedded together, slowly turning, and sometimes high-temperature steam was spewed out. The falling rain dripped on the metal floor like an unfinished music.

The circular stairs were tightly fastened on both sides and slowly went down. The two people needed to stay away from the gears and steam to walk down safely. The gears became fewer in number as they went deeper, and were replaced by a large number of thick or thin metal pipes. These pipes passed through the mountain walls and the stairs, mixed together, and various liquids flowed between them. The whole thing looked like a deformed and weird mechanical tree, with colorful pipes as the trunk and metal gears as leaves. The nutrients flowing in the trunk were transported deep into the ground, and a terrible monster would thrive underneath until the day when Iron Blood opened the cage.

After a long time, the two finally reached the bottom. Unexpectedly, the environment at the bottom was quite good. Soft lights spread all over the ground, and it was not stuffy to breathe. Various metal instruments were placed neatly and orderly. At the end of the road, stood a tall woman.

"It's been a long time since we last met, Your Excellency. I have good news for you."

"I'm sorry to tell you, Peter."

Peter frowned. She was wearing white gloves and holding a platinum cane. She stood straight and spotless, and there was no trace of confusion in her wine-red eyes.

"Does she need to go into battle immediately?"

“No, the news is not that bad. I brought Eugen here to let her know the core secrets of Iron Blood, so it’s not what you think.

"Peter nodded slightly to Prince Eugen, then took out his pocket watch from his pocket and looked at it. Then he took a step forward and grabbed a woman with white hair and red eyes from behind a pipe with one hand.

"Heinrich, shouldn't I have told you not to be late?"

"Hey, there's a leak in the pipe. Luckily Xiaotie discovered it early, so I might as well fix it first and come back later."

She smiled naively with a smear of paint on her face. The little iron hid behind her and did not dare to face Peter.

Peter raised his eyebrows and saw the fragment of pipe between the teeth of the small iron machine. He moved his lips silently at Prince Heinrich with an expressionless face.

'I'll deal with you later.'

Then she turned to face Bismarck and said, "Thanks to Prince Heinrich's cooperation, the [Decisive Battle Plan] has progressed smoothly and has now been completely completed. After simulation calculations, even now, it has the power that is not inferior to the top ships of each camp."

Peter tapped the ground with his cane and the thick wall behind him cracked. He pushed aside the pipe and a blue crystal shaped like a uterus slowly emerged. Pipes of all sizes were connected to the crystal. The blue crystal was beating regularly like life. A naked body was wrapped in the crystal with a childish posture like a girl. Beside it were two equally thin mechanical dragon heads, sleeping with its owner. Occasionally, fine bubbles floated out of her mouth and nose.

"This is the [Final Battle Plan]..."

Bismarck reached out his hand and touched the girl's face through the crystal.

"The Iron Blood is proud of...Frederick the Great!"

Chapter 18 Restoring the Canteen

Frederick the Great opened his eyes.

What she saw was the familiar ceiling. A little sunlight came into the room through the window. She could see particles floating in the light and the busy little yellow chickens outside the window.

"Well, stop moving, you're pressing on my hair."

A confused sound came from the left hand side, her black hair was scattered in a mess, tangled with the silver hair over there, and if she moved a little, it would pull the enterprise.

"What...what time is it?"

"It's almost nine o'clock."

Frederick the Great slowly pushed his hair and his hands away from the balloon, stood up and put on his clothes. He didn't feel it in the dock, but when he lived outside, he never had enough clothes.

Let’s wait and see if the yellow chickens can weave cloth to make clothes.

Wuming also got up slowly, got dressed and washed up, without urging Qiye who was pretending to be asleep.

Breakfast is pancakes made by the little yellow chicken chef with seafood salad, and the regular soup is the unchanging seafood soup.

"We have to find a way to unlock the cafeteria. Even if we can eat fish every day, without vegetables and fruits, we will definitely get sick."

Frederick the Great sat next to Wuming, stretching his beautiful body, his legs crossed, his white bare feet swaying under the table.

"Do you want me to wake up Enterprise? I doubt that if no one goes to look for her, our Sleeping Beauty will just stay there quietly."

Because of the prohibited things, a lot of prohibited things happened last night, and it seems that some people still need to adapt.

"Then I'll go kiss first..."

"Good morning, everyone."

Before he finished speaking, a figure appeared beside Wuming as if by teleportation. Qiye gasped heavily twice and greeted him calmly. Her silver hair was loose and fell on her shoulders, which softened her sharp temperament. The shirt she was wearing looked familiar to Wuming, but a shirt that suited Wuming's body shape might not be suitable for Qiye. The buttons under the collar of this white shirt were almost stretched to burst, and the original casual shirt was simply squeezed in the air at the waist. Qiye had to lift the corner of her clothes around her waist and tie a loose knot. The raised corner of her clothes allowed Wuming to see her delicate belly button. She was wearing black sports shorts on her lower body and stepped barefoot on the smooth floor, leaving shallow footprints.

"After adding a system to my phone, there is one downside. My camera function is not working, otherwise I could have taken a photo of the corporate dress-up - [Early Morning Welfare Time]!"

Wuming didn't want to leave the enterprise for a moment at this moment.

"Really? Is it really that good? If you want to see me wearing it, just show it to you..."

Enterprise smiled shyly and spoke in a light tone.

"Well, sit down and eat something first. I'll see if I can repair the cafeteria. When I read the instructions before, it said that the cafeteria can provide all kinds of ingredients. To exaggerate a little, maybe I can eat delicacies from all over the world without leaving home!"

Wuming picked up her phone with great interest and looked through the various restoration conditions of the port area buildings. Qieji was eating quietly, and Frederick the Great was lip-syncing to her.

'mean.'

Enterprise tilted his head, a look of question marks on his face.

You were the ones who ruined my clothes. Now I have nothing to wear. And you still say I'm despicable?

Looking at the ignorant enterprise, Frederick the Great rolled his eyes and silently lowered his head to eat the cake.

After a while, Qiqi finished his meal. She looked up at Wuming and suddenly found that Wuming's collar was bunched up. So she stood up and concentrated on straightening his collar.

Wuming felt something strange happening behind him. Long silver hair fell to his ears, making him feel itchy, as if scratching his heart.

"Okay, well, the clothes should be neater and look better."

Qiye smiled gently, and that smile from the heart made Wuming feel like marrying Qiye ten more times.

He turned his face away, not daring to look at her, fearing that the solid door of haremism in his heart would be corroded by the enterprise. After all, this was not a love comedy starting from scratch, but a search for a lost wife and a future wife. For him, from the very beginning there were only two options: to accept everyone and to be single. If he was not firm in either path, his ending would inevitably be a bloody end.

"Ahem, well, it looks much better. Wait a minute..."

He stood up, hugged the dark-faced Frederick the Great tightly, took a few deep breaths, replenished Frederick's energy, and finally continued to strengthen his determination to have a harem.

"Phew...I almost died. That was a close call."

Enterprise continued to have a question mark look on his face, but Frederick the Great gently pinched his waist. It seemed that Iron Blood's emotional radar was much stronger than White Eagle's.

"Hmph, you can't abandon me just because of the company, Commander!"

Frederick the Great poked Wuming's face with his finger in dissatisfaction. She was just not paying attention for a moment and was almost killed by Enterprise in seconds.

"Absolutely, absolutely. Um, sometimes I wonder...Nothing. Um, let's go to the Navy cafeteria. Two ship girls can repair it. With Manju's help, it will only take two and a half hours to complete the four-hour repair."

There were things he really wanted to say, but he was worried that if he said them out loud, these ship girls with sufficient weapons would do something terrible. One day, when he woke up, he suddenly found that there was only the most capable one left in the dock, and the others were all sent away. The possibility of such a chicken-eating game happening could not be ignored no matter how small it was, especially for the red camp. When he gave the ring, he thought the yandere was very interesting, but now when he thought about it, he was panicked.

More than ten hours have passed now. The dock will be upgraded by the day after tomorrow at the latest. I will probably have a new wife, but don’t let her go!

At least don't come for now!

On the way, Qiye was a little confused as to why Frederick the Great looked so unhappy, and he didn't understand why Wuming also looked distressed.

"Hey~~"

The Grim Reaper made a macho sound, shook his wings, and landed on Enterprise's shoulder.

It has already roughly scouted the entire port area of ​​nearly 300 miles. Except for the occasional cargo ship passing through, the port area is actually very remote. In addition, the ship that Wuming had taken was attacked by Siren, and the other cargo ships also took a detour to another channel. In a short period of time, no human beings should discover that there is an additional port here.

"I asked the barbarians to make sashimi for you. They have shaved off all the bones. After you finish eating, take a good rest."

The enterprise stroked the fur of the Grim Reaper, and then let it go to find Manjiu.