Azur Lane Mobile Front.

Thinking of this, Algeria spat.

However, the subsequent war-weary actions made Algeria experience brain overload for the first time.

Several beams of light saved Xiafei from being targeted.

"???"

Joffre looked at Warspite, who was still holding a rifle, with some confusion.

Her eyes also held a great deal of confusion.

"Heh~"

However, she quickly realized what was happening.

"Algeria, they've come seeking cooperation."

"Cooperation, with us?"

Algeria looked at War-weary, his eyes gleaming, lost in thought.

"Perhaps this is what the commander intended, isn't it?"

"..."

"Perhaps you are right."

Algeria's eyes narrowed, his beam saber swelled, and he swung it down, sinking several "New Jersey" soldiers following behind Firefly.

"Alas!!!"

The sudden attack startled the firefly.

However, when she realized that the other party's attack was to save her from danger, her innocent gaze towards Algeria was filled with gratitude.

"Um... thank you!"

"Heh~"

Algeria raised an eyebrow and led the Iris Fleet toward Warspite.

...

What is Algeria doing?!

In the director's office, Jean Bart was clearly somewhat dissatisfied with Algeria's actions.

In her view, as long as she ignored the royal family, they would be eliminated sooner or later.

"Jean Barth, you're letting your emotions get into the fight too much~"

A satisfied smile appeared on Richelieu's face.

"Given Algeria's situation, if the royal family is allowed to exit the game, can the remaining enemies really hold out?"

"..."

Jeanbart did not answer Richelieu's question.

It seems that she has also begun to think about this issue.

"It's time you let go of some of your hostility towards the royal family."

Stroking his younger sister's head, Richelieu revealed the smile that belonged to an elder.

Don't let this hostility affect your judgment on other matters.

Chapter 946: Black Flying Dragon: Oh no, I've been raised as a family man!

After they regrouped, the number of "New Jersey" pursuers also increased accordingly.

However, teams with more comprehensive firepower are actually easier to deal with.

"Just this once, Lady Warspite."

"Although these should have come from the commander's instructions."

Algeria calmly sank several approaching "New Jersey" units with his beam saber while talking to Warspite, a survivor from the Royal Army.

"However, after dealing with all of this, we still need to determine who is superior and who is inferior."

"I won't go easy on you just because we've been working together for a while."

"That's natural!"

Warspite's beam rifle was in no way inferior to others, as if it had some special advantage in shooting.

This old lady's accuracy rate is frighteningly high.

"All we have to do now is hold on until it gets dark."

...

On the other side, the remaining Soviet troops of the Northern Allied Forces, Belaros and Chapaev, continued to fight and retreat.

The sacrifices of their teammates allowed them to persevere until this point.

However, with the pursuers closing in, it seems the two of them won't be able to hold out for much longer.

"wrong--"

Soviet Belaros frowned. Lacking much ranged weaponry, she could only help Chapaev deal with the "New Jersey" forces that slipped through.

This gave her a brief respite to reflect on the current situation.

"No team could defeat an enemy of that size."

"Commander would never pose such a difficult question without an 'answer'."

"So, somewhere in this sea area, there's some kind of help we just haven't found?"

Chapaev used his excellent maneuverability to dodge and weave through the air.

The arduous daily training had long since made her accustomed to the feeling of constantly changing postures in the air.

So much so that she still had time to talk to the Soviet Belaros during the attack.

"I'm not sure, but we can take a gamble."

"Anyway, even if we lose the bet, it's not a big deal, is it?"

"Heh~ that's true!"

...

Although the Soviet Union's Belaros wanted to take a gamble, one problem remained unresolved.

Even if Rob did put something in this area of ​​the sea, where is this "thing"?

"There's no time, comrade, follow your instincts!"

After a long period of continuous firing, Chapaev also felt immense pressure.

Whether it comes from the other side or from oneself.

"Okay! Follow me!"

Soviet Belaros did not refuse.

This ship, who enjoys playing a few rounds in his spare time, often acts on instinct.

Since her teammates had spoken, she decided not to worry about anything else.

"If the commander's goal is simply for us to find it—"

"Then, let's go to the most conspicuous spot in the entire sea!"

As he thought this, Soviet Belaros looked around.

The huge island in the center of the exercise area came into her view.

"Comrade Chapaev, let's go there!"

Soviet Belaros turned on the sea surface, simultaneously opening the armor on his shoulders.

The dark muzzle of the cannon was immediately revealed.

The next moment, a hail of shells flew toward the pursuers.

The smoke from the explosion immediately obscured the two figures.

Without needing many words, the two seized the brief opportunity and quickly escaped the entanglement of these "New Jersey" people.

...

On an island in the center of the exercise area, Flying Dragon Meta was looking at the sea with a bored expression.

Rob instructed her to wait here for the person who came looking for her.

"Hiss~ Something's not right—"

Feilong Meta scratched his head.

"Why do I feel like I'm getting more and more used to that guy's orders?"

Recalling the way Kaohsiung Meta looked at her before, this Meta ship, which had been separated from most of the embers for quite some time, finally realized that an almost irreversible change had occurred in her.

"This—does this mean I've really become a 'domesticated' animal?"

As this somewhat absurd thought flashed through his mind, Feilong Meta's expression became quite interesting.

"It just feels like—"

"Ok?"

Just then, Flying Dragon Meta noticed two signals rapidly approaching him on his radar.

"Sigh~ Never mind, I'll stop thinking about it for now."

"Since you've already promised, let's get it done first—"

Putting aside the question of whether she had "degenerated" into a "domesticated warship," Feilong·meta stood up, as if welcoming something.

...

"It's just ahead!"

Looking at the silver-gray "New Jersey" vehicles closely following behind, Soviet Belaros shouted loudly.

Now, the two have almost no ability to resist.

The only thing we could do was use our last bit of strength to run to that island.

They never imagined that a mere exercise would put them in this predicament.

"Wow~ I didn't expect that you guys would be the first to find me?"

A somewhat flippant voice rang in the ears of Soviet Belaros.

She looked in surprise into the distance, where a figure with flowing white hair seemed to be waiting for her.

"Alright, get out of the way."

"I'm not sure I won't accidentally hurt you—"

As soon as he finished speaking, three jet-black sword energies flew out from the island, cleaving the sea surface and heading towards the pursuers behind the two.

Immediately afterwards, one after another, black carrier-based aircraft took off from the sky.

They dropped bombs on the "New Jersey" area.

The violent explosion immediately submerged the entire sea area.

...

"Huh? They blocked everything?"

In New Jersey, information from various places was being gathered and compiled for her.

Aside from catching the teams off guard at the beginning and achieving some initial results, the individuals she sent out did not achieve any further success.

On the battlefield between Donghuang and Baiying, they were supported by the firepower of two warships.

The two teams successfully wiped out this group of Exia-in-the-Angel "New Jersey" in a short time, and then turned around to continue the unfinished battle on both sides.

For a fleeting moment, New Jersey considered sending a bunch of OORs over to teach the two teams a lesson.

However, thinking that Rob might be unhappy if he did that, the silly boy put his mind at ease.