Azur Lane Mobile Front.

I have to say, this Cheshire Cat Head Project ship in front of me is really captivating.

"Shall we continue to wait on the periphery for an opportunity, senior—"

After carefully analyzing the current scores, and looking at the Ironblood team that was far ahead, the blonde, blue-eyed centaur with a thin white dress and a pair of elf ears looked at the Prince of Wales.

"Heh~ The fact that they released this message now is clearly telling us that there's no point in staying on the periphery."

"Change course and move closer to the central region."

Following Rob's announcement, the teams quickly adjusted their strategies.

The Royal, Northern Union, and Sardinian forces began to approach the central region.

Meanwhile, the "Guests" team and the Sakura Empire team slanted into the adjacent sea area.

It seems they not only want to occupy a scoring area, but also want to directly engage in battles with other teams.

From the rules perspective, directly "sinking" other teams' ships is much faster than slowly gaining points by occupying sea areas.

The only exception is the White Eagle fleet, which has three aircraft carriers.

They completely ignored Rob's announcement and continued sailing towards the edge of the sea.

However, their carrier-based aircraft have been organized into several squadrons and have begun to explore the surrounding waters.

Meanwhile, a carrier-based aircraft squadron carrying anti-submarine planes flew directly towards the central sea area.

Their objective, barring any unforeseen circumstances, is the Ironblood Squad, which has now occupied the central sea area.

...

"This tactic? Dean, did you teach it to us?"

Rob looked at White Eagle's "I'm going to bomb you to death with my planes" expression and couldn't help but look at Saratoga.

"Hmph~ Rob, you've gotten dumber—"

"Sister Sara has already deployed three aircraft carriers, of course she'll use this tactic—"

The petite Saratoga's confident answer drew attention from the other directors present.

At that moment, a single sentence resonated in everyone's mind.

"Launching an attack from the air is the act of a petty person!"

Of course, if we're talking about who has the worst expression right now, it would naturally be Queen Elizabeth.

Due to its location, the Royal Navy fleet was sandwiched between the Sakura Empire and the "guest" fleet.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, the Royals will soon be reduced to "dumplings".

...

“Senior Welshman, traces of other teams have been discovered in the southeast and southwest directions.”

"distance!"

The centaur's words made the Prince of Wales' heart tighten.

"Less than twenty nautical miles!"

"Damn it, everyone, prepare for battle."

At this distance, escape is no longer an option.

"Centaur, have they detected your carrier-based aircraft?"

"Have!"

"Control your carrier-based aircraft and don't let them return to base!"

"Senior Welshman, what do you mean?"

"Guide those two teams to move closer together!"

With a wry smile, the Prince of Wales looked out at the sea.

That's all she can do now.

...

As it turned out, the Prince of Wales's little trick didn't work very well.

Although, guided by the centaur, the Sakura Empire's team and the "guest" team discovered each other's presence.

However, both of these teams were accompanied by aircraft carriers.

As their carrier-based aircraft scouted each other's directions, they naturally discovered the Royal Navy squadron sandwiched in the middle.

Neither the Sakura Empire team nor the "guest" team can allow another team to be stuck in such a position.

Naturally, the Royals, caught between two opposing teams, became the first team to be eliminated.

This infuriated Queen Elizabeth, who witnessed everything from the director's office.

"Damn Wales, I'll teach her a lesson she won't forget!"

Staring fiercely at the Prince of Wales, whose face was filled with helplessness, the young Queen was already beginning to build up her anger.

Of course, at this moment, no one's attention was focused on the agitated emperor.

Because the Sardinian team and the Northern Union team also ran into each other.

Moreover, the scene of the two cameras standing together was, to put it bluntly, quite comical.

Before everyone's eyes, the entire Sardinian team, under the cover of smoke, crashed headfirst into the face of the Northern Union team.

Chapter 939: Knock! I'm going to blow you up!

"Seeing is believing, indeed."

"Is this the legendary Sardinian-style suicide truck rush?"

The battle between Sardinia and the Northern Union was declared over in almost a minute.

When the Northern Combined Forces saw a plume of smoke nearly fifty knots billowing towards their faces, they instinctively prepared their torpedoes.

However, the range of the Northern Union's torpedoes was quite delicate.

This means that the Sardinian forces, whose torpedo range is also quite limited, also have the opportunity to launch their own torpedoes.

Then...

Then there is no more.

This kind of close-range bomb placement is unlikely to be avoided, whether in drills or in actual combat.

Pressing the spacebar to jump also takes a certain amount of time, doesn't it?

Therefore, after just one encounter, both the Northern United Team and the Sardinian Team were sent home.

"Hmm...does Rome's tactics seem a bit too reckless?"

Veneto crossed her arms, pouted, and looked rather dissatisfied.

Seeing this, Rob also stopped himself from finishing off the enemy.

He was too embarrassed to tell Veneto that if Chapaev hadn't been out of the Northern Union's ranks after changing clothes, one radar shot from her would have sent the entire Sardinian team to their deaths.

...

As time went on, the Sakura Empire team and the "guest" team also left the exercise area one after another.

When the battle reached its climax, the carrier-based aircraft formation from the White Eagles successfully spotted them.

Then, the sky was filled with carrier-based aircraft that overwhelmed them.

Even within the Royal Navy fleet, a specialized anti-aircraft ship like the Cheshire appears quite rude in the face of the combined aircraft of three aircraft carriers.

Of course, the White Hawks didn't come without paying a price.

The loss of a large number of carrier-based aircraft greatly reduced their combat effectiveness.

Fortunately, they only need to face the relatively weak Ironblood submarine fleet.

"Are we... all left...?"

Underwater, the iron-blooded wolf pack communicated with each other about the current battle situation.

Without a doubt, they have an absolute advantage as they maintain their best condition and have the most points.

However, they knew that this advantage could not last long.

Because the carrier-based aircraft constantly circling overhead had caused them to consume too much oxygen in their attempts to avoid them.

Before long, they will have to surface.

And at that time, those anti-submarine aircraft would be directly judged as sunk.

"separate--"

U-47 casually offered a suggestion.

Given the current situation, maintaining a complete team is no longer possible.

The best approach is to sacrifice a small number of crew members to draw the attention of the carrier-based aircraft.

"Huh? But even if we split up, we can't drag it out until we reach the maximum points, can we?"

After calculating the points, U-37 pursed his lips.

"And if any of our members are deemed sunk, we'll lose points—"

"So—someone has to find and sink those aircraft carriers."

"what?"

U-37 stared wide-eyed at U-47. It took her a long time to realize that the enemy's tactic was to go and destroy the White Eagle's carrier strike group.

"I'm leaving this place to you—"

Without waiting for anyone else to react, U-47 swam off in another direction on its own.

Although she was a member of the wolf pack, she definitely preferred to fight alone.

...

"Report the loss."

Essex was quite satisfied with its performance after successfully taking down two teams.

She looked up at the sky and silently prayed, "Senior colleague, are you watching me?"

"There are probably less than a third of the carrier-based aircraft remaining."

"Hey, what exactly was that thing just now?"

Shangri-La adjusted her glasses.

What just happened was truly unbelievable.

A cat's paw falling from the sky—what the hell is that?

Also, that heavy cruiser that looks like an emoji has a bit too much anti-aircraft firepower, doesn't it?

If she hadn't been suddenly sunk by a shell from another unit, her side would probably have lost even more carrier-based aircraft.

"How's it going in the central region?"

"We've been keeping a close watch on them, we won't let them escape... They've come out!"

Before Bunker Hill could finish speaking, his carrier-based aircraft relayed the situation of the Ironblood submarine squadron.

"Alright, all troops, attack!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Essex issued the order for this final attack.

After watching U-47 leave the group, U-37 and the others discussed the matter and decided to use themselves to give U-47 a final chance to fight.

In order to attract more of the opponent's attention, they planned to retreat separately in different directions to make it look like they were splitting up and withdrawing, and planned to drag it out until the score was full.

And the White Eagle's carrier-based aircraft formation took the bait as planned.

However, U-37 and his crew did not last long.

The submarine, once it surfaces, moves at a snail's pace, making it practically a tortoise compared to the carrier-based aircraft.

Just a few minutes later, the U-37s were sunk one after another.