Azur Lane: I Crossed the Graduation Port Area

Chapter 494 Return of the Iron-Blooded Camp (3100 words)
On the way back to the villa, Lin Lan found that many rooms in the tall buildings on the mountain were lit up.

This is more than a little more popular than when he woke up on the artificial island.

He was not surprised by this at all, this should be the original appearance of the white eagle girls living on the artificial island.

At that time, Saratoga and New Jersey let the cheerful White Eagle girls go down the mountain for vacation in order not to let the cheerful White Eagle girls disturb his recovery.

Naturally, the vacation is over now, and most of the White Eagle girls have returned to the dormitory on the mountain.

After returning to the villa, Lin Lan sat on the sofa in the living room and watched the news on his mobile phone while the six light patrol girls borrowed the bathroom to take a shower.

The current situation in the United States of Oran is still in good shape, and Jian Qianou also sent him an electronic plan about the giant corporate regime.

Lin Lan didn't take a closer look at this plan, but just glanced at it.

He was going to go back and discuss with Little Jiajia and call the girls of the White Eagle Ship to discuss and agree. Anyway, this plan cannot be implemented until the Tianxing Consortium and the Noah Dexin Consortium are resolved, so there is no rush.

But in addition, his teacher Ji Chenlin also sent him a summary of the actions of the Siren Fleet by the commanders of the various port areas of the Ministry of the Navy in recent days.

I don't know if it's because the builders were frustrated in Hengyue City. At present, the number of mass-produced sirens and the number of executors in the sea areas around many cities in the Eastern Continent have decreased sharply.

There are even several cities on the route between each other, and the sirens have disappeared.

This is something that has never happened in the United States of Oran since the outbreak of the Siren Disaster.

So much so that Ji Chenlin was still a little worried and asked him whether the sirens were preparing for a new round of large-scale attacks.

Regarding his teacher's worries, Lin Lan replied after thinking for a while:
"The commanders of the Navy Department of each city are required to strengthen the security of the surrounding waters, and send a contact report to the headquarters at a fixed time every day to report the situation of the day. The port commander of Huanyang City must contact twice a day."

"If any commander misses the contact time, please send the fleet to the city under the commander's responsibility immediately, teacher, and let me know."

Lin Lan understood that Ji Chenlin's worries were not unreasonable.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon. The Siren suddenly removed the mass-produced models and executors deployed at sea to block the routes in various places. It is indeed very likely that they are planning some conspiracy again.

Especially since he also knew that the Sirens were most likely to be entrenched in the headquarters of the Tianxing Consortium in Huanyang City, he naturally had to strengthen his defenses.

After doing all this, Lin Lan looked at the weather forecast of the Eastern Continent again, and learned that within a week, the second cold wave would land on the Eastern Continent.

This also made him sigh.

If it wasn't because it was winter, he really wanted to take the White Eagle Fleet to Huanyang City and take the headquarters of the Tianxing Consortium.

Mainly, he had learned on the way back to the artificial island that the Tianxing Consortium had basically completely controlled the Noah Dexin Consortium.

Once the headquarters of the Tianxing Consortium is destroyed, it is very likely that the administrative organs of more than a dozen cities under it will be directly paralyzed and plunged into chaos.

That's why he planned to take the White Eagle Fleet to Huanyang City until the beginning of spring.

Even so, just in case, Lin Lan sent another message to Jian Qianou, telling the old guy to prepare to take over the dozens of cities with arms at any time.

With this arrangement, even if the sirens suddenly attack him, he will not be caught off guard, and he has enough countermeasures.

As soon as he put down the phone, he heard the upstairs bathroom door being opened, and Phoenix's happy voice came with the sound of splashing water:
"Commander! Come take a shower together!"

Although it was an invitation from a phoenix girl with short orange hair, Lin Lan didn't have to think about it. Since Phoenix dared to invite him like this, he must have obtained the consent of the other sisters.

He even seriously doubted that the idea came from old Siji St.Louis.

Lin Lan stood up from the sofa with a smile, put the phone on the coffee table, and smiled a little:
"Okay, I'll be right here!"
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On the sea covered with light snow, a huge black and red mass-produced fleet was cutting through the waves and heading forward at high speed.

In the night sky covered by snow clouds, from time to time, a group of carrier-based aircraft penetrated the clouds and landed on the mass-produced aircraft carrier in this large fleet, and new carrier-based aircraft greeted them from the runway of the mass-produced aircraft carrier. Take off with the snow falling.

The searchlights on the mass-produced warships were like torches in the night, dispelling the darkness on the sea in front of the fleet.

Although the hulls of many small-scale production models have scars from artillery attacks, they can be matched with thick black and red style paint, but they are more full of iron and blood.

Each mass-produced ship bow has a flagpole standing tall, and the black and red Iron Crusader flags indicate the faction they belong to——

Starting from the Western Continent, return to the iron-blooded fleet in the port area!

In the center of this huge iron-blooded mass-produced fleet, inside the largest mass-produced battleship, Bismarck in iron-blooded military uniform was standing with Frederick the Great in a study-like command room.

They were looking at a large map hanging on the wall.

On this map, the routes of their Iron-Blooded faction from the Western Continent to the present have been outlined with a pen.

But on the route that was supposed to be a straight line, there were many crosses drawn with red pens, and the route also detoured from the places where these crosses were located.

"I really didn't expect that the Sirens have penetrated so deeply into this world, and have built so many strongholds and fortresses in the depths of the ocean."

With a military cap on his head and loose blond hair, Bismarck held his chin, frowned and said softly while looking at the map on the wall.

On the way back to the port area from the western mainland, they have encountered more than a dozen times of encirclement and suppression by the Siren fleet.

There are even many siren fleets with Type III Executors as the main force.

And they obviously didn't find the large fortress built by the Sirens when they set off to the Western Continent, but when they returned to the port area this time, they found no less than five on the way they came.

Although these strongholds have all been captured and destroyed by their iron-blooded camp, any ship girl in the port area knows that the speed at which the Sirens build strongholds or fortresses is completely abnormal.

Perhaps in less than a month, these large fortresses will be rebuilt by the Sirens.

Bismarck sighed bitterly. It seems that their idea of ​​establishing a safe oil transportation route between the port area and the western continent will most likely fail.

And Frederick the Great, who was standing side by side with her in front of the map, still had a calm smile on his face, but there was an erratic luster in his black golden eyes.

"Bismarck, these are not the most important things."

Frederick the Great spoke slowly, took out a black baton like a conductor in his hand, and pointed to a red cross on the map in front of the two of them:
"Do you still remember what we found in this stronghold..."

"You are right, Frederick, this is the intelligence we most need to return to the port area and report to the commander."

Bismarck understood what Frederick the Great was referring to and responded directly.

They are from the iron-blood camp, and found the agent of the arbitration agency in this siren stronghold.

Although they had already learned about the existence of Stelenkus through their contacts with the White Eagle camp, the agent they found in this siren stronghold was not the agent of Stelencus VIII. "Determination".

It is Agent XIV "Equilibrium (Balance)", which belongs to the agent of Arbiter Tempalance XIV.

Although they have already learned from Helena Meta's information that there is more than one arbitrator in the arbitration agency in this world.

However, as the arbitration agency, the Templarance representative is acting together with the experimental agency fleet. This is undoubtedly a situation that needs to be taken seriously.

They must return to the port area as soon as possible, and report this situation to the commander and the White Eagle camp, so as to prevent the commander from suffering a big loss due to insufficient information.

"By the way, Bismarck, how is the new kid doing now?"

Seeing that Bismarck had realized the importance of this matter, Frederick the Great showed satisfaction, and then asked Bismarck.

She is quite fond of the child named Shattered Qiong, but the other party seems to have some physical problems not long ago, and has been recuperating alone on the mass-produced battleship.

Moreover, Bismarck also specifically asked all the iron-blooded ship girls not to get close to the mass-produced ship, and only let Ron, Mainz, Egil and other plan ship girls take turns to take care of Shattered Dome.

As for the reason, she didn't even bother to ask Bismarck because of the continuous combat during this period of time and the arrangement of the iron-blooded ship girls' shift security and logistics work.

Right now, if there were no accidents, they would arrive in the port area in the early morning of the next day, and Emperor Frederick finally had the leisure to mention this matter.

"Shattered Dome..."

When Bismarck was asked such a question by Frederick the Great, a bit of worry flashed in his blue eyes.

"I told you before that she is a 'mecha' made by Yuan Rubik's Cube, which is fundamentally different from our 'ship'."

"With the Commander by her side, her meta-level is still in a suppressable state, but now that she is separated from the Commander, the Yuan Rubik's Cube in her body can't control the meta-level even if she uses meta crystals."

Emperor Frederick nodded slightly, his light smile remained unchanged, as if he was not too worried about this matter:

"No wonder you only arrange the children of the project ship to take care of Shattered Qiong, and Yuan Rubik's Cube and Meta, it's really not suitable for other children to get in touch with her."

Bismarck sighed, seemed to have noticed something, and moved his gaze to the sea under the night outside the window.

"This strong child reminds me of my former self. Tomorrow I will ask Geryon to help her contain the meta energy in her body."

"But right now, it seems that the Sirens don't want us to return to the port area so smoothly."

Frederick the Great also turned his head slightly to look out the window, the smile on his face subsided, replaced by a gloomy coldness.

In the next second, the faint sound of gunfire and flames came from the night outside the window.

"A large-scale siren interception fleet is found in the right front of the fleet! Members of the escort tonight, join me in sending despair deeper than death to the enemies who stop the iron-blooded march!"

Count Zeppelin's murderous attack order came from the communicator on the table in the command room.

(End of this chapter)