Azur Lane Mobile Front.

"But if this continues, I'm afraid..."

"Tsk~ Get out of the way, Arizona!"

With a muffled thud, Arizona was hit.

A thick plume of smoke, accompanied by raging flames, rose from the Arizona's hull.

"Cough~ It's okay, sister, I'll try my best!"

Despite the excruciating pain that felt like his body was being torn apart, Arizona launched a counterattack against the Sirens.

With a salvo of main gun fire, the two Sirens slowly sank to the bottom of the sea amidst the explosions.

“Miss Arizona, please step back. There is a repair shop behind where you can receive emergency treatment for your injuries.”

A voice came from a mass-produced ship.

"I understand, I'll leave this to you!"

Arizona also understands that now is not the time to be reckless.

The number of enemies is still completely unknown, and she must make sure she can fight for as long as possible.

Before Arizona could get far away, a loud bang rang out from the direction of the ship from which the sound had just come out.

Arizona turned around, looking at the ship burning in the flames, tears welling in his eyes, and forced his head away.

She still has a battle to fight and cannot stop here.

...

One battle report after another was being sent to the command post.

Not a single piece of good news.

The entire command post was shrouded in a heavy atmosphere, making it hard to breathe.

"I'm going to rest for a bit, I'll be back in ten minutes."

The series of bad news gradually eroded the old general's morale.

Ultimately, he is no longer the Jenkins he once was.

Stepping into his private office, Jenkins immediately picked up his communicator.

"Arizona, how's the situation there?"

Now, he must check the status of his Oathship immediately.

As a commander, he should have gone to the battlefield with his ships.

However, he was not only the commander of Arizona, but also the commander of Pearl Harbor.

He has to be responsible for the entire Pearl Harbor.

"I...I'm fine, darling."

"..."

Arizona's response was silence.

"Honestly, can't you give me a little face in front of you?"

"I'm currently undergoing emergency repairs in the maintenance room. Two main guns have been lost, while my sister's situation is slightly better, with only one gun lost."

"How much longer can you hold out?"

"I don't know, maybe an hour, maybe ten minutes?"

"Hold on for two more hours! Reinforcements will be here soon!"

Major General Jenkins' voice was firm and resolute, as if his words would surely come true.

"oh, I understand now!"

Although he knew he was unlikely to receive reinforcements, Arizona still agreed.

"Hold on, reinforcements will come, they will!"

Major General Jenkins' hands were trembling slightly.

After hanging up on Arizona, he frantically dialed a channel that was already somewhat unfamiliar to him.

One minute...

Two minutes...

There was nothing in the communicator except for static.

Jenkins silently put down the communicator.

Then he turned around, walked out of his office, and returned to the command post.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to look at Jenkins.

At that moment, he knew he couldn't give up.

The battle is not over yet.

"What are you looking at? Get back to work! Are you all itching for a beating?"

A series of angry roars, like thunderclaps, awakened everyone.

These officers, as if they had suddenly found their pillar of support, all got busy.

...

More than an hour has passed.

Some officers, as if in a daze, numbly sorted through the battle reports in front of them.

The remaining officers silently surrounded Major General Jenkins.

The mass-produced fleet suffered over 90% losses, with the USS Arizona and USS Pennsylvania severely damaged, and the remaining ships faring much worse.

Everyone knew that they had lost this battle.

They lost so quickly.

The Sirens, by deploying an endless number of Type I mass-produced ships, slowly devoured their fleet.

At this moment, they recalled the stories of the Sirens recorded in history.

"Hello? This is New Jersey. What's going on here? Why is nobody answering?"

Just when everyone was in despair, a vibrant voice rang out in the command post.

"Huh? Does that mean this channel is unusable?"

"Hey! They've only been gone a short time, how did things get like this?!"

"Arizona, come check this out, is this the wrong channel?!"

At that moment, everyone in the command post felt a beam of light shining in.

Chapter 392: New Jersey is charging ahead again!

New Jersey is a name that resonates throughout the White Hawk.

But don't get it wrong, it's not a good reputation.

Because this name represents a typical case.

A classic case of a white eagle being made a fool of.

One of the most advanced battleships in the White Eagle fleet, so advanced that even the main guns of its ship were not yet fully developed, had to be decommissioned prematurely due to some accident.

As a result, he was told on the second day after retiring that he had been resurrected in full condition.

We don't know what the White Eagle ships are thinking, but the gentlemen at headquarters are all furious.

If it weren't for the fact that the "perpetrator" had run to such a remote place, the headquarters would have definitely had to talk to that guy about it.

However, all of the above only applies to the White Eagle's headquarters in the US.

At Pearl Harbor, quite a few people were aware of the situation in New Jersey at the time.

After all, anyone who isn't blind would know something about a huge ship with its head blown off that's docked in their own shipyard.

Furthermore, those who knew more about the previous incident and had met New Jersey in person held a certain degree of admiration for this cutting-edge battleship.

You have to understand, a ship that can still eat and sleep soundly even after its hull has been destroyed is truly a gifted individual.

However, none of this matters.

The important thing is that after New Jersey went to the Eastern Empire, everyone knew that this former battleship was capable of fighting, extremely capable of fighting.

According to the command's estimates, the New Jersey ship is now likely one of the most powerful warships in the world.

“I am the commander-in-chief here, Jenkins.”

The voice of New Jersey echoed in the command post for a long time, but no one answered.

Ultimately, it was Major General Jenkins who picked up the communicator and responded.

"Oh, wait? So this channel still works! Hehehe~ As expected, my memory wasn't wrong!"

The voice from New Jersey, though sounding somewhat distorted for some reason, still retained a distinctly naive charm.

"Excuse me, Miss New Jersey, how is the situation now?"

Since New Jersey just called for Arizona, even if the other side doesn't say it, Rear Admiral Jenkins should know that this "White Eagle defector" is with his pledge ship.

"Hmm... there's still a slight problem, but it's not a big one!"

Immediately, the old man's face fell.

If someone says there's still a problem, it usually means there's a big problem.

"Although I've already wiped out all the Sirens, there seems to be another one here, just like the one Rob mentioned."

"But I don't know how to turn it off!"

The New Jersey man spoke with conviction, but the old man's blood pressure shot up.

The old man finally understood why he could never completely defeat those Sirens.

No matter how hard Arizona tried, the number of sirens continued to increase.

"Miss New Jersey, may I ask how fast the delivery is through that crack?"

Now that he knew the problem, Major General Jenkins immediately began looking for a solution.

"Hmm...it's alright~not too fast."

New Jersey's response made Major General Jenkins feel much better.

At least, there's still a chance to salvage it.

"Then, Miss New Jersey, could you please buy me a little time?"

"My fleet needs some time for repairs and resupply."

"Strive for it, one day, no, twelve hours is enough!"

Major General Jenkins already had a preliminary plan in mind.

The only problem is that on our side, both ships and mass-produced ships have suffered excessive losses.

Even with the fastest possible maintenance and replenishment, it still takes a considerable amount of time.

"Hmph, you're lying to me!"

Even through a communicator, Jenkins could imagine what New Jersey looked like now.

"One day is simply not enough! Your Arizona looks like it's about to sink!"

"So, I'll only give you three hours. Three hours to get out of this area."

"Um... Miss New Jersey, what do you want to do?"

Major General Jenkins felt increasingly uneasy the more he listened.

He had heard some rumors about New Jersey.

It is said that this ship was known for its recklessness when it was studying at the Naval Academy.

"Of course, we should blow up that crack!"