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"If you two have time to chat, why don't you lend me a hand?"

The voice of the Soviet Union rang out from behind Rob.

Her hands finally removed Luo's last "armor".

In an instant, Luo's special screwdriver, which he used for maintenance, gave the three ships present a demonstration of what a catapult launch looks like.

As commanders, carrying out maintenance work on ships is essentially their duty.

Each commander's skill in maintaining their ships also affects their relationship with their own vessels.

Unfortunately, Luo was not a proper commander.

He was in charge of maintaining large machines like Gundams and airships.

In some ways, he is more than one dimension above the other commanders.

"..."

The scene that just unfolded left the three Soviet-class ships stunned.

Their gazes were somewhat evasive.

Having never been subjected to maintenance by a commander before, they were both curious and worried about what was about to happen.

"Since...since we've come this far, let's...let's begin!"

Soviet Rossiya forced his gaze back to Rob, then tightened his grip on Rob's arm.

Rob looked around at the Soviet Union-class ships with some confusion, sensing something was amiss.

These people seem... to have no idea what they should do next?

(Is this...reasonable?)

Based on Rob's own experience, almost all ships with a mature appearance tend to be old-fashioned.

Among all of Robo's Oathships, the ones from the Zhenhai and Richelieu classes are the kind who could secretly run someone over with their wheels.

Even the younger-looking unicorns can drive incredibly fast.

Why do these people around me look as bad as my own initial ship?

(Does this mean there's still room for maneuver?)

Suddenly, Rob felt that this night wasn't so hard to get through after all.

He pulled his arms, which were wrapped around the bridge, and began his first active attempt of the night.

He reached out and gently embraced the two ships on either side.

Whether it was the slippery texture still carrying a hint of moisture or the muscular physique wrapped in a thin veil, both began to tremble slightly at the same time.

Rob blinked and looked at the two ships.

The blush on the faces of Soviet Rossiya and Soviet Belaros was much more pronounced than before.

When they saw Rob looking at them, they immediately turned their heads slightly away.

Immediately, Rob felt more confident.

These three, if not for their amazing acting skills, are truly as incompetent as the company they belonged to back then.

Yes, it was just the company back then.

These days, companies are quite sophisticated. If Robo wants to defeat her one-on-one, there's a chance he might fail.

(And that was all, it was just a simple touch to the main armor belt around the waist.)

(As expected, even if Mao Zhan becomes a spirit, he's still Mao Zhan?)

Memories of a certain magical naval battle game from his previous life are now flooding back to Robo.

(The angled Mao-class battleships are difficult to handle, but the Soviet-class battleships with their exposed backsides are easy to deal with, aren't they?)

(I often get solo kills, okay!)

With his confidence backing him up, Rob became even more audacious.

He flipped over, pulled the Soviet ally who had been hugging him from behind into his arms, and then pressed him down beneath him.

As the saying goes, "the nail that sticks out gets hammered down." Since you started this, don't blame me, Luo, for being ruthless.

"Yeah~"

A cute little gasp escaped from her slightly open mouth.

"It seems you didn't consider your own ability to execute the plan at all before you made it, comrades."

"It seems I need to teach you a lesson today."

"However, you will have to bear the consequences yourselves!"

"Wait...wait a minute, Commander!"

Finally, when Robb began the ship's maintenance work, a look of panic appeared on the faces of the Soviet Union.

Her hands, unsure of what to do, unconsciously gripped the bedsheets tightly.

Meanwhile, the other two Soviet Soyuz-class battleships, which were still "queuing" for maintenance, also showed a hint of panic on their faces.

"Excuse me, now it's my turn, comrade of the Soviet Union."

Robb pinned the Soviet Union beneath him, continuing his attack on the enemy's main armor belt with one hand while climbing towards the enemy's bridge with the other.

Rob has always believed that the core must be attacked, and the upper levels must also be cleansed; only in this way can it be considered a complete attack pattern.

Chapter 777: Luo Moumou Flees in Disarray

While the eldest sister was pinned down by Robo, performing the ship's first maintenance work as the commander, the two younger sisters just stood by and watched blankly.

Not long after, when Rob's screwdriver went deep into the boiler room of the Soviet Union for in-depth maintenance, the two ships' faces showed a mixture of curiosity, learning, and shyness.

But from beginning to end, they didn't offer any help to their youngest sister, whose face had broken its usual cold expression and started to show a timid expression like that of a little girl.

At this point, these two Soviet Allied-class battleships had a combat style that was like laughing and grinding even after their teammates were captured.

Their hands began to try to caress Rob's body.

They are learning how to gain more of an advantage in this contest with Rob.

Now that their eldest sister is "holding the line," they have more time and space to carry out this work.

The Soviet Union, whose shipboard loudspeakers had been blocked by Rob for internal cleaning and maintenance, could only watch helplessly as its two younger sisters, their faces flushed, groped Rob.

Every attack from the boiler room adds a "Hit the core area" black card to Luo's panel.

If there had been no casualties in this battle, she probably would have sunk long ago.

As time went on, Rob's ship maintenance work proceeded more smoothly.

His familiarity with the Soviet Union's boiler room made his maintenance work much easier.

However, the impact from inside the ship was too much for the Soviet Union to withstand.

She held Rob tightly with both arms, as if she wanted to meld him into her own ship.

In a daze, her hands scratched several bright red marks on the other person's back.

If you look closely at the painting, you'll see quite a few of these faint scars on Rob's back.

Those were all medals of honor that Rob had earned while working as a skilled mecha repairman.

As Robo finished her final maintenance, leaving the conditioning solution in her boiler room, two glistening tears finally clung to the Soviet Union's distinctive snow-white eyelashes.

An unnatural flush spread across her face, and the entire ship began to contract rapidly.

This phenomenon is most evident in her engine and boiler room.

It's as if the ship itself gave Robo, the maintenance worker, a high score for his work, and was trying to keep him there.

"..."

The other two Soviet Union-class battleships had never seen their elder sister ship look like this.

They stopped stroking Rob's hand, staring blankly at their older sister, whose face was beaming with a happy smile.

...

"Next..."

Slightly out of breath, Rob finally managed to pull his family's heirloom machine maintenance tools from the Soviet Union's ship.

Although the other party had never experienced this special maintenance operation before, the ship's naturally excellent physical condition still made the ship maintenance work full of challenges.

Having just finished maintaining a ship, Rob felt that he still had plenty of energy.

So he looked at the two ships beside him, whose hands hadn't stopped moving from the beginning until now.

Soviet Rossiya reached out and tremblingly touched the Luo family's heirloom screwdriver, which had just been taken from his eldest sister's boiler room and was still covered in scalding hot water.

Having just finished an assignment, it doesn't seem to be experiencing any fatigue at all.

Seeing this, Rob exerted a little force, pressing the Soviet Rossiya down onto the thick mattress.

Soviet Russia looked at her dazed older sister beside her, while the core power engine roared.

Rob looked at this youngest sister of the Soviet Union, and couldn't help but drool.

Unlike her two older sisters, this one hasn't been on a ship for quite some time.

In other words, maintaining this one might be much more difficult than maintaining the Soviet Union.

However, with the die already cast, Rob could not hesitate any longer.

"It seems we should speed things up a bit, Commander."

Soviet Belaros pressed down on Rob from behind.

Her older sister's demeanor just now made her realize that going it alone wouldn't be an option for her to gain an advantage here.

"How about we make a bet?"

"Let's make a bet. Tonight, whichever of us falls first, how about it?"

Feeling the pressure coming from behind, Rob pursed his lips and began the next round of machine maintenance.

...

In the northern regions at this time of year, dawn breaks exceptionally late.

When the sunlight shone into the Soviet Union-level dormitory, the clock had already struck near noon.

The Soviet Union, which is usually an early riser, was unusually absent from its office today.

The same applies to the other two Soviet Soyuz-class battleships.

However, having already arranged their tasks for the day, they weren't worried that their skipping work would cause any serious consequences.

Since things have already come to this, why not just go even further?

For example, the Soviet Union, which is currently riding on top of Luo and taking revenge for what happened last night?

Rob ultimately underestimated the ships.

Although, prior to last night, all three ship crew members were novices who had never performed maintenance work.

However, the ships' excellent physical fitness and learning ability allowed them to quickly learn how to cooperate and even counter Luo after a maintenance operation.

And so, this scene unfolded.

...

When Robb reappeared in Belfast's presence, it was almost dinnertime.

"It's much later than I expected, my master."

The head maid smiled knowingly.

Is this owner of mine a little too popular?

"Belfa, inform everyone that the itinerary has been changed."

With a sigh, Rob felt a little unsteady on his feet.

"We'll set off first thing tomorrow morning."

"Damn it, these Northern Union ships are treating me like a donkey in a production team!"