Azur Lane Mobile Front.

As he spoke, Soviet Belaros seemed to remember something.

"I remember the commander said that the two of us actually have a coordinated attack capability, right?"

"Should we take this opportunity to give it a try?"

"Oh dear, it seems you can't wait either~"

Chapaev gently stroked his face with his hand, smiling tenderly.

However, beneath this gentleness, something chilling seems to be lurking.

Just then, a message was simultaneously transmitted to the communicators of several ships.

After reading the information, excited expressions appeared on their faces in unison.

"Heh~ It seems we won't have to wait too long."

On the Soviet Belaros communicator, a line of large characters was displayed: "Operation begins in three days."

...

Royal residence, the Queen's bedroom.

"Your Majesty, this is the intelligence that has recently been sent."

Sheffield stood respectfully before Queen Elizabeth.

On Queen Elizabeth's desk, documents were piled up like snowflakes.

These are all important pieces of intelligence collected from various channels.

"Ah~ I understand. You may leave~"

You could tell from his voice that His Majesty had been working overtime for quite some time.

"Oh, Newcastle, bring me another cup of coffee."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Ah, Miss Head Maid, please send us one as well."

At the other two tables, King George V and the Prince of Wales were also prominently seated.

It's worth noting that neither of these two are the type to work long hours.

The only reason these two would be sitting here working overtime is if the situation is extremely urgent.

"Hmph~ So that damn human is finally going to make a move?"

While drinking coffee, Queen Elizabeth took a short break.

She glanced at the unfinished documents on the table, then at the other two ships she had dragged over to work overtime on.

"Ah, this is something we expected."

"After all, that person has always been a man of his word!"

King George V casually tossed aside a completed document and glanced up at Queen Elizabeth.

"But this time, should we join forces?"

"You know, the benefits that Ironblood gave us before were quite substantial."

"But surely there are even better options at Ironblood's place, aren't there?"

The Prince of Wales, who was already getting restless, raised his head and looked at his little queen.

"If you hesitate, you might miss this opportunity, Your Majesty."

Chapter 624: The Too Smooth Progress

Somewhere in the Ironblood world, in an unknown room.

"Battle report from the front."

Gneisenau strode into the room and handed Bismarck a telegram he had just received to his desk.

"Has it already started?"

"Is Frederick ready?"

Bismarck gently placed the telegram down, stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the peaceful street scene outside.

"That one has already set off ahead of us."

"Heh~ that's really her style."

"Then let's set off."

"Let's go and meet our 'old friend' again."

...

Dakar Port.

When Richelieu reappeared here, the officers and soldiers stationed at Dakar Port once again fell into a frenzy.

It took Richelieu a lot of effort to calm down the somewhat hot-blooded soldiers on the scene.

However, when Richelieu announced that he would soon lead everyone to recapture Iris, the stationed soldiers, who had finally calmed down, cheered again.

It's clear that everyone has been waiting for this day.

Things went smoothly from then on.

With everyone's high spirits, preparations for the expedition proceeded very quickly.

In just a few days, everything was ready.

"Let's go, it's time to end it all."

...

On the Gamma.

"Something's not right... Is Ironblood completely undefended?"

It's been a while since we left Dakar.

The reason why Robb and Richelieu made such a big fuss in Dakar was to attract the attention of the Ironbloods.

However, Ironblood acted as if he hadn't seen the commotion at Dakar Port.

Rob encountered no significant obstacles while escorting the army.

If the instruments on the ship hadn't been showing normal readings, Rob would have thought he had unknowingly fallen into the Mirror Sea again.

“Let’s move forward a bit more. If they don’t make any move at all, we can just proceed with the landing at Iris step by step.”

"On land, Ironblood is even less of a match for us."

"We can even skip the hassle of airdropping Ironbloods for a surprise attack."

Zhenhai doesn't seem too worried about the current situation.

Previously, Rob's plan included a surprise attack on the Sangvis Ferri army, which was intended to draw the Sangvis Ferri forces away from their main force.

This deprived them of the energy to stop the landing forces.

Now, the iron-fisted silence has made this army's landing operation even easier.

"I think it's still too suspicious."

"Zhenhai, inform Bailong and the others to expand the scope of their investigation."

After thinking it over carefully for a while, Rob still couldn't come up with a similar idea.

It's impossible that the Ironbloods would just let us land on Iris at will.

...

However, this was precisely Ironblood's plan.

Regardless, the Ironbloods are no match for the Eastern Empire.

Furthermore, the invasion of the Iris was actually a "reproduction" of history by the Sirens through various forms of manipulation in secret.

Now that the Sirens have a diminishing influence on the world, Ironblood no longer needs to act according to so-called "history".

...

"Commander, we can see Toulon Port ahead!"

After some time, the army that had set out from Dakar Port arrived in the waters near Iris without any hindrance.

Port Toulon is not unfamiliar to either the Iris ships or Robo.

After all, the Iris fleet that Robo now commands was salvaged from here back then.

After a long period of repairs, the Vichy Papacy's ships, which were severely damaged in the battle against the Sirens, have now all returned to the battlefield.

"Hmm~ It's been a while since I've been back~"

Dunkirk gently stroked his hair, which was ruffled by the sea breeze, and gazed at the familiar naval port in the distance.

"Let's go back!"

Jean Bart fell from the sky and landed next to Dunkirk.

"Okay, let's go back!"

...

The fleet landed at Toulon port and, just as Clemenceau had said, encountered absolutely no resistance.

Having survived several major wars, Toulon has now been completely transformed.

Just like the Iris Theocracy that will emerge soon.

“Jean Barth, from now on, we will split up as planned.”

"I'll take charge of things in the capital."

"You're in charge of the Brittany region."

"And Dunkirk, the area you are responsible for, has already been informed to you."

"If anything unexpected happens, remember to send a message promptly, and the commander will provide immediate assistance."

As Richelieu walked along the main street of Toulon, feeling the cheers of the people on both sides, he was also having Bar and the others arrange the next steps of the takeover.

"We'll meet in the capital after everything is over."

"Ok!"

...

The group did not linger in Toulon Port for long.

According to reconnaissance information, there is no longer any sign of the Ironblood military force in the surrounding area.

It's clear that Ironblood has at least abandoned the defense of this area.

Meanwhile, the Vichy Papacy troops remaining in the area, under Clemenceau's instructions, had also laid down their arms.

This allowed Rob's troops to advance at a very fast pace.

"It feels like all the preparations I did before were completely meaningless."

On the Gama, Rob collapsed onto the bed, exhausted.

Everything was going too smoothly, which made him feel like he had punched a cotton ball.

"Perhaps, Ironblood has really just tightened its defense."

Lying in bed, Rob carefully recalled every detail of the past few days.

In the east, the Northern Alliance's advance is also progressing exceptionally smoothly.

The garrison on the Ironblood side seemed completely unprepared for the Northern Union's ships to appear on the land battlefield.

The newly upgraded Northern Union fleet is advancing with overwhelming force.

The Ironblood ships seemed to have vanished from the world; they could not be seen in any direction.

"Are they preparing a big one for me?"

"Commander, we have spotted the Ironblood Fleet."