KanColle does not allow me to work from nine to five

When Tirpitz heard what Prince Eugen said, he just smiled and said nothing.

"This is the general trend. How can it be affected by one person? Even if this person is indeed special?" Bismarck was worried about causing Tirpitz's disgust and didn't want to mention that person too much. She changed the subject and said, "Eugen, according to the predetermined plan, leave some people to defend the Strait of Gibraltar, and the main force will quickly set out to rescue Iris. After all, the Sirens are still our enemies. Temporary cooperation is nothing more than mutual use. We must be on guard."

Prince Eugen replied: "Don't worry, Hutten is leading the team, there will be no problem."

"Ah."

Bismarck nodded with satisfaction. She looked at the figures of her iron-blooded companions in the beyond-visual-range command system and felt the increasingly intense battlefield atmosphere. However, under her perfect female body, there was a

I once knew that there was a great power within me, but now there is only emptiness.

Rubbing his brows tiredly, Bismarck thought he had gotten used to the days of losing power and handing over the flagship position to Frederick the Great, while he himself stayed in the rear and made plans. But now it seems that he was not used to it, and he might never get used to it.

But Bismarck knew more clearly that she and her Iron-Blooded colleagues had had enough of the friction between them, the discussions that never produced any results, and the ambiguous alliances. She no longer wanted to see her companions get hurt, nor did she want them to suffer the pain she had endured.

Therefore, it is up to the Iron Blood to integrate all available forces. The process may be tortuous, and it may require signing a contract with the devil and betraying its past glory, but this is the right way to prevent all Iron Blood companions and even all fellow ship girls from encountering tragedy again. Bismarck firmly believes this, and so does Frederick the Great.

Bismarck smelled the rich aroma of black coffee. He took the cup and said, "Thank you, Mainz. I'm fine. I still have the energy..."

Bismarck paused because the person who handed her the coffee was not Mainz, but her sister, Tirpitz, who was called the "Lonely Queen of the North" because she often fought in Northern Europe and had a cold and slightly eccentric temperament.

"I know you're full of energy, but you still need to rest afterwards."

"Well, thank you, Tirpitz."

"You're welcome."

It was a simple conversation, but Bismarck's heart was as hot as a sip of hot coffee, and the words he couldn't say echoed in his heart.

[Tirpitz, I understand your concerns. You don't want the Iron Blood to go to extremes, so you have expectations for a human and an idea that is even more unrealistic than mine. But it's okay. I will definitely protect you and your Iron Blood companions. I swear in the name of Bismarck! ]

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On the destroyer where the Sardinian ship was cutting through the waves, Pola, who was ready for battle, walked out of the command room and saw Liu Cheng alone on the deck at the bow, staring at the sea ahead. His nervousness was completely visible to the naked eye. Pola was involuntarily attracted by Liu Cheng and walked to his side and patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't be nervous, we will protect you, leave the fighting to us."

Liu Cheng glanced at Bora and said stubbornly, "I am a soldier. It is my duty to defend my country. I should protect you."

When Bora saw that Liu Cheng was different from usual, she couldn't help but want to tease him, and she suddenly forgot her original decision to keep a distance from Liu Cheng for the sake of her sister.

She said teasingly, "Don't be so stubborn. I just watched you for more than ten seconds, and you repeated the action of gripping the gun and releasing it five or six times. You must be so nervous that your hands are sweating, right?"

"My pistol was originally a kind-hearted gun. I thought it would never be stained with blood in my life. Now that I have the chance, of course I am eager to fight." Liu Cheng deliberately caressed the pistol in his hand in front of Bora and said affectionately, "Baby, today we are going to unite man and gun and kill everyone. Aren't you excited?"

"Excited as hell!"

Bora, who was a little worried at first, couldn't help laughing after making the complaint. Her mature and beautiful face was full of smiles. "Really? Forget it. You still have the mind to joke, which means you are not that nervous. I was just being too sentimental."

"No, I'm actually really nervous."

Liu Cheng restrained his frivolous expression and admitted it openly. However, he was not nervous because he was about to step onto the battlefield. Even if he had absolute confidence, it was difficult for him not to imagine the consequences if he made a wrong decision. Veneto would be unable to stand alone and the city would be engulfed in flames. This was definitely not a responsibility that one person could take on. Those who could withstand such pressure were either strong-willed people or tyrants who viewed everything as chess pieces. Liu Cheng thought he was neither, so he was nervous and even felt at ease.

"But after seeing your smile, I feel much better. Thank you, Paula."

"what the hell……"

Bora was stunned for a moment. This time she didn't tease anything. She just walked to Liu Cheng and stood side by side with him on the deck, looking at the sea in the distance.

"In fact, you are also a gentle person, just like Sister Zara, who makes people worry."

"Of course not. I'm so ashamed." Liu Cheng joked habitually, and then said sincerely, "In fact, you are the one, Bora. You are as gentle as Zara. You are worthy of being a sister."

Bora glanced at Liu Cheng's profile with complicated eyes, and said with emotion: "Yes, we are sisters..."

At this time, the sea ahead of the ship was shrouded in dark clouds. No radar information was needed, and the smoke of war could already be seen and heard.

Chapter 52: Irises Blooming on the Battlefield

Dark clouds covered the sky, and billowing smoke and water mist enveloped the sea area. Several black, strangely shaped aircraft were hovering close to the sea surface. Facing an opponent that had exhausted its air defense weapons, their flight trajectories were very arrogant. After dropping bombs between the huge water columns caused by the explosion, these black carrier-based aircraft began to fire machine guns at almost ultra-low altitudes.

Dodging left and right amidst the blockade of countless artillery shells was a ship girl with long flaxen hair tied into a high ponytail. Behind her ship outfit was a huge flag fluttering in the wind. However, after a long battle, the flag was already covered with bullet holes, but it still fluttered in the wind, just like the owner of the flag who would never surrender.

Jean Bal pursed his lips tightly, and the energy pumped out by the Mind Cube in his body

It had already filled her tall and slender body. Almost every muscle and bone was in great pain. Such unrestrained squeezing of the Mind Cube would most likely leave irreparable pain, but Jeanbal could no longer care about these at the moment. She had to buy time for her companions who had been forced to retreat by her, because it was her own decision to be trapped in the enemy's camp at this moment, so she had to be responsible for it.

Twisting her body and passing through a column of water, Bal grabbed a piece of Siren mass-produced ship wreckage floating on the sea. She turned her body forcefully and exerted force with her waist. The huge and heavy wreckage was thrown by her small and slender palm at an extremely fast speed. It flew dozens of meters away almost instantly, leaving a black afterimage. The carrier-based aircraft chasing her had no time to react at this time, and turned into flying scrap metal in the sound of several huge explosions.

Jeanbart did not look back at the explosion, nor did she even pause. She stared at a Siren not far away, which was the weak point of the encirclement.

She has short silver-white hair, an unruly fringe on her forehead, and a leather jacket that reveals her slightly bulging southern hemisphere and flat belly. She is sitting on a strange ship that looks like a snail shell, and she is firing a shot at the enemy that is sailing towards her with the muzzle emitting purple light.

Easily dodging the close-range shot, the two men crossed each other on the sea, and as Jean Bal passed by him, he swung his delicate fist and hit the Siren Navigator's chest. At such a distance, close combat was more effective than artillery fire, not to mention that Jean Bal could no longer waste the power he had forced out by artillery fire.

Even though it was not a mass-produced ship, a Siren of the Navigator's level did not possess much intelligence. When danger came, she followed the established protection procedures, retracted her ship suit, and put her hands in front of her chest, trying to block the punch.

However, as a battleship girl, it was unimaginable that Barr could not only bombard, but also fight in close combat. The power of tens of thousands of tons of battleships was now concentrated in a woman's body, allowing Barr's seemingly weak fist to penetrate the navigator's ship suit, and the parts that looked like human hands were twisted. The originally slightly raised breasts seemed to have been filed by a file, and even sunken inward.

Let Bal's slender body turn on the sea, punch, then knee, and a few clean and neat close combat moves, directly crushing the Siren Navigator.

However, even in such a decisive battle, it only took a few tens of seconds for Bal to be surrounded by the remaining Sirens again.

The roar of the cannons blocked all of Jean Bart's escape routes. She could only use her ship's armor to forcefully absorb a shell with the smallest relative equivalent. This explosion, which would normally only leave a few minor scratches, would now add another crack to her already scarred ship's armor.

Bal felt the power in her body being consumed bit by bit. No matter how hard she squeezed the overburdened Mind Cube, she could only squeeze out a little bit of energy. She couldn't help but feel regretful. Maybe her previous cooperation with Iron Blood was a mistake, or she shouldn't have believed that she could block the attack of so many Sirens by herself and forced her companions to retreat. Maybe...

However, such a thought only appeared in Barr's mind for a moment. The next moment, the Iris ship girl bit her thin lips tightly, and bright red blood dripped from her teeth. Energy was squeezed out of the mind cube without restraint.

You are responsible for your own decisions. You may not be able to wait for the support of Iron Blood, but the warriors of Iris will never retreat!

Jean Bart rushed into the encirclement of the Sirens. She was covered with scars but full of heroic spirit, like an iris that was forced to bloom on the battlefield, blossoming with incomparable beauty.

"We are about to reach the target sea area. A large number of high-energy reactions have been detected. The number of sirens needs further investigation."

"No need, Abruzzi. We can already see the enemy even with our naked eyes. Don't worry about anything else. Trust Liu Cheng's judgment. What we need to do now is to eliminate all the enemies in front of us."

"Yes! Lord Littorio!"

The destroyer's automatic cruise function was turned on. All of Sardinia's ship girls and Liu Cheng gathered on the bow deck. They could already see the strange-looking enemies and the miserable flowers of the battlefield being chased by them in the smoke-filled sea not far away.

"It's Jean Bart, why is she alone? Where is the Iris Fleet?" Littorio didn't have time to think about it and quickly gave an order, "Bolzano, you wait to rescue Jean Bart, and the rest of you follow me to fight the enemy."

"Yes."

"Wait!" Liu Cheng turned his eyes away from the enemies he had never seen before, held down his pounding heart, and said firmly, "We can't disperse our forces any further. Please let me go rescue Jean Bart, and you two will fight the Siren together."

"You're asking for your life!" Bora blurted out, "This is not a battlefield you can step into!"

"I know I can't help on the front battlefield, but I can still provide support from the side." After saying what he wanted to do, Liu Cheng calmed down. He said with a firm look, "Please do it. No matter what, I am a naval soldier, and fighting is a soldier's duty."

Bolzano felt Liu Cheng's determination. She pursed her beautiful lips and said seriously:

"Okay, I will fight, Mr. Liu Cheng, please be careful!"

"Bolzano, you..."

Zara grabbed her sister Bora's hand, shook her head and said, "Liu Cheng also has the right to fight."

"But……"

Littorio also understood Liu Cheng's idea. She said, "Okay, let's arrange it this way. Everyone should be careful. What we want is victory, a glorious victory!"

Liu Cheng saluted the ship girls and answered loudly: "Yes!"

"Forget it, forget it. I don't care about you anymore." Bola moved her lips but couldn't help but say, "You are not allowed to die. Do you understand?"

"Of course, I'm also waiting for everyone to toast me after the victory."

Liu Cheng took a deep breath. He was the one who made the judgment, and the suggestion to rescue Iris also came from him. The heavy pressure has been weighing on his heart, so he doesn't want to escape. Even if he can't fight directly, he must at least do something to share the combat pressure of the ship girls.

This is responsibility and bloodiness. Donghuang soldiers never avoid fighting!

Chapter 53 Sorry, Not Big Enough

Even though many years have passed, Jean Bart still can't forget the scene when he first met the commander.

When she was most desperate, he, with his flesh and blood, drove a small boat into the battlefield full of enemies and artillery fire, pulled herself back from the abyss of despair, and used his strength and tenderness to heal her dying heart.

At that time, she had not imagined that Liu Cheng, who was just a young naval officer, would eventually become her beloved commander, her lover, and her eternal husband.

Jean Bart is not her sister Richelieu. She would not attribute her ability to find spiritual sustenance to the fate bestowed by God, but only in this matter, when she is with Liu Cheng, she will lower her proud head and express her gratitude to God.

Of course, that assumes Richelieu is not around.

Although her husband, who was usually gentle but sometimes had a bad temper, liked best to let her be with her sister Richelieu, let her look at him with disgust, and then enjoy the sisters' skillful service.

Jean Bart was willing to do this, and the more disgusted he looked, the sweeter he felt in his heart.

No matter how happy and sweet Jean-Bart will be in the future, he is desperate now.

After taking another shell head-on, the crumbling ship was on the verge of shattering, and the light of the Mind Cube was dim. Not only now, but even in the future, it was afraid that it would not be able to squeeze out a trace of energy. The corners of Bal's mouth were filled with blood that she had bitten herself. Now she could only use all her remaining strength to sail and dodge. Her strong sense of responsibility and willpower prevented her from giving up easily.

But it didn't seem to matter now, because soon she would even lose the power to sail. Bal clenched her hands tightly, and the image of her sister whom she loved and hated emerged in her mind. She was wondering whether she should turn around. Iris's warriors would never let bullets hit their bodies from behind!

The water droplets splashed by the shells streaked across his cheeks, causing Bal to draw an arc on the sea. The movements of the Siren not far away slowed down in her sight, and everything between heaven and earth seemed to slow down as well, causing Bal to stand upright on the sea. At this moment, she thought a lot, but it seemed as if she had thought of nothing. She just turned around and saw the Siren raising the muzzle of the ship's gun, waiting for the shell to be fired.

However, the shell never left the muzzle and would never exist again.

As the carrier-based aircraft swooped down with a roar, dozens of shells whistled in. Some of them hit some sirens, and some fell on the sea, causing huge water columns and attracting the attention of the remaining sirens. Some of these monsters, who were not very intelligent, turned their guns in the direction where the shells came from, and some just stood there in a daze, seemingly struggling over which direction of the enemy to deal with first.

Jeanbal's heart was still immersed in the calm before despair. In fact, she could not do anything. She used the Mind Cube stubbornly. Her body was in great pain and she could not even move slightly. Then Jeanbal saw a small boat quickly cut through the water. For the sake of speed, it did not hesitate to pass through the water columns raised by the artillery fire. It drew an arc at an angle that almost capsized and barely stopped beside her.

"Get on board, I'm here to save you!"

Jean Bart heard an unexpected male voice coming from the boat, and then a nervous but determined face poked its head out from the cockpit of the boat. He stretched out his hand anxiously, motioning Jean Bart to grab it quickly.

"Humanity?"

As the flagship of Iris, Barr was unwilling to expose her weakness in front of the weak humans. She forced her lips open and said, "This is not a battlefield you can step into. Retreat quickly. Once the Siren figures out the situation, you won't be able to run away... Even if you don't understand what I'm saying, you should know that only I..."

"You're only as tall as me. If you could move, why would you be standing here pretending to be a statue?"

"..."

Jeanbal didn't know why. Even at such a desperate moment of life and death, she was most surprised that the human male in front of her could understand her.

"Hold my hand now. Do you want me to say it again in French?"

"No, I understand, but as you can see, I really can't move now."

Liu Cheng saw that some sirens not attracted by Littorio's gunfire seemed to be aware of the situation and began to re-aimed their guns. Liu Cheng was quick-witted and quickly tied the rope to the lifebuoy. After throwing it twice, it finally caught Jean Bart. Then he pulled her ragged body closer to the boat and quickly reached out to lift Jean Bart up.

Carried into the boat.

"Well--"

Let Bal feel Liu Cheng's warm hands and the pain of his body being hit by the edges of the boat. Even though he pursed his lips tightly, he still couldn't help but let out a moan.

"I'm sorry, time is of the essence and I really can't be gentle with you."

Liu Cheng put Bar on the seat next to the cab and started to start the small boat which was originally used to transport supplies without stopping. The Sirens not far away had come to their senses. If they didn't set off soon, they would become sitting ducks under their fire.

"It's none of your business... Anyway, thank you for saving me."

"If you want to thank someone, thank Littorio and everyone in Sardinia. They are the ones who are really fighting. I just did what I could."

The boat started up quickly, and the inertia caused by the acceleration made Jean Bart's delicate body lean tightly against the backrest of the seat. The strange and reassuring man beside him and the burning pain in his back made Jean Bart temporarily safe and finally had time to examine his physical condition. However, after escaping danger, the feeling of despair came back again.

His body was in tatters and his mind cube was completely exhausted. Even if he survived, he would never be able to fight again.

For a warrior, being unable to fight is as painful as death.

Jean Bal slumped in his seat, smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "Yes, thanks to them, they saved a useless person."

"A useless person is better than a dead person."

Liu Cheng's heart was pounding, but his brain was exceptionally clear under the tension and pressure. He responded casually, took out his pistol, and fired a burst of shots at the outside through Jean Bart.

Jean Bart glanced at the direction Liu Cheng was shooting at with difficulty and said, "Such an attack will have no effect on Siren."

"I know. I just want to attract their attention and reduce some pressure on the front battlefield." Liu Cheng turned the steering wheel sharply to avoid the Siren's shells behind him. "Hold on!"

"I……"

Before Jeanbal could say anything, his body leaned in another direction due to inertia and leaned heavily on Liu Cheng.

Then she felt Liu Cheng's body trembling.

[This human is not as calm as he appears to be. ]

As Bal thought this, a spiritual energy seemed to surge out of Liu Cheng's body and penetrate into her body. This power called courage seemed to relieve the pain in her body a little bit at once, and she also noticed where she hit.

"Sorry, I don't have time to fasten your seat belt."

"It's okay, but your elbow, move it."

"Huh? Oh."