Azur Lane Mobile Front.

While preparing the ingredients, Rob instructed the head maid to take the large chunks of pork that were cooking in the pot out and let them cool.

After cutting the meat into evenly sized pieces, Rob fried it in oil again.

Then, Rob started caramelizing the sugar.

"Master...is this...?"

Even the head maid was starting to lose her composure. Even with the extravagant lifestyle of the royal family, they would only bring a tea bag or something when going on a campaign.

Isn't it a bit much to start caramelizing sugar right here on this military ship?

"Huh? What's wrong?"

The noise from the stove was too loud, and Rob didn't hear what the head maid said at first. He turned around blankly and looked at her.

"...It's nothing, Master. What should we do with these?"

"Oh, that's fine then."

After caramelizing the sugar, stir-fry the processed meat chunks and spices together, then add the caramelized sugar and other seasonings, and finally add water and the beer kindly provided by the head maid to cook together.

"Okay! Belfast, remember this for me, you can turn off the stove in an hour."

After twisting his sore neck for a while, Rob felt that his skills hadn't become rusty.

If the company hadn't specifically requested braised pork, Rob really wouldn't have known what to cook on the ship.

Chapter 102: This is Newport!

"Come on, come on, let's eat!"

At the dining table, Rob invited one of the ships to try the meal he had personally prepared.

"Belfa, don't just look, eat!"

Even though Rob insisted that the head maid sit down, she remained seated rather reservedly to the side, not touching the knife and fork in front of her.

This scene plays out every day in the port area, and Rob once suspected that the head maid might be enjoying the process.

As for New Jersey on the other side, she's currently competing with corporations for vegetables.

Both of them are chopstick users. It's simple: if you use a knife and fork, you probably won't even get a sip of soup in Donghuang. You simply can't compete with them.

As for Rob, after greeting everyone, he's currently adding food to the unicorn's bowl! His little sister hasn't learned how to use chopsticks yet.

...

After a satisfying meal, everyone enjoyed their post-dinner relaxation time.

"Zhenhai, where are we?"

"At the current speed, we should arrive at Newport Harbor in about two hours."

"The White Eagles are joking. Why don't they just send me to New York Harbor directly? Why do I have to go to Newport first?"

The name Newport actually carries a lot of weight in Rob's mind.

In a certain magical timeline, defending Newport was a nightmare for a generation.

"Commander, since you have some free time, how about playing a couple of games of chess with Zhenhai?"

With a smile, Zhenhai took out the chessboard, leaving Luo Bo no room to refuse.

Okay~

He sighed deeply, thinking to himself that he was about to be tortured again. His own system was really useless; it didn't even have the functionality of AlphaGo.

Time passes by little by little.

In the blink of an eye, Robo has already been thrashed several times. Zhenhai seems to be hitting him particularly hard today.

Just as Rob was hesitating, a warning sound instantly echoed throughout the entire bridge.

"what's the situation?"

With a flick of his wrist, Rob immediately took his fighting stance.

So many targets? Are they Sirens?

The radar screen, which was just a moment ago spotless, is now filled with bright dots, completely surrounding the entire Newport Harbor.

With so many targets, I won't consider anything more than the Sirens.

"Damn it, it really is Newportgrad?"

Rob felt like his PTSD was about to flare up.

"All personnel, enter combat readiness, Level 1! Girls, we might have a big job to do!"

[Campaign - Defend Newport!]

The timely appearance of the system in his mind intensified Rob's PTSD symptoms.

...

"Wow, Santiago can't be stopped!"

Even the usually energetic Santiago seemed a bit listless at this moment, a situation that would leave anyone bewildered.

Countless planes, as if they were free, rushed toward the port behind her.

Even with her excellent air defense capabilities, it's impossible for her to intercept them all, not to mention that ammunition is limited.

"Hang in there a little longer, in half an hour at most, and we can start the transfer!"

Baltimore was now covered in oil, and as she lay down, her sweat mixed with the grease, the once dashing heavy cruiser looked incredibly disheveled.

"I've run out of carrier-based aircraft!"

As if things weren't going to go wrong, the news of victory at this time cast another shadow over the hearts of the ships.

"Could this place become the next Pearl Harbor...?"

For the first time in Baltimore, I felt so powerless.

"Commander Robo of Donghuang is about to provide cover for your army. Please retreat immediately."

"I'll repeat myself: retreat immediately!"

The communicator, which had long since lost its signal due to interference, suddenly emitted an exhilarating sound.

Baltimore looked back.

Above the sky, a massive warship tore through the dark clouds and appeared in her sight.

Its massive cannons spun, firing scorching streams of particles at the Sirens from such a great distance.

Its two "long legs" at the front opened up, as if something had flown out of the warship.

Before she could see clearly, someone suddenly patted her on the shoulder.

"Hey, isn't this Baltimore? Long time no see! You should go and get some rest! Leave the rest to me!"

A confident voice came from beside me.

Before she could see who it was, a ship with long, light purple hair and strange "ship uniform" took off and disappeared from her sight, leaving a trail of green particles in its wake.

"That's...New Jersey?"

Baltimore could barely recognize the person by his signature light purple hair and confident tone.

But wasn't New Jersey already decommissioned? Her appearance clearly shows the legendary new ship equipment.

"Honestly, he rushed out on his own again."

Another gentle voice rang in her ears, and there she was, having changed into her own mecha, Yi Xian following New Jersey to Baltimore.

"Hello, I am Yixian from Donghuang. May I ask what the situation is?"

That's right, Rob's task for Yixian and New Jersey was actually to find out what was going on in Newport Harbor.

"Ah, hello. This is the current commander, Baltimore. Please help with the defense, just for a moment. The people in the harbor can be transferred to the Long Island defense line immediately."

"Is that so? I understand. Please leave it to us."

Nodding, Yi Xian relayed the information she had just received back to the white wooden horse, and then joined the battle to eliminate the Sirens.

However, she chose to rescue Victory and Santiago, who had run out of ammunition and supplies, first.

"Oh, right! Bumblebee! Bumblebee went to find the Sirens' carrier strike group by herself!"

Suddenly remembering Bumblebee, Baltimore hurriedly followed and told Yixian, who hadn't gone far, about the situation.

"Oh, don't worry, someone has already gone over there."

...

"Oh dear, this is really bad!"

Bumblebee looked at the countless sirens around him, adjusted his cowboy hat, and a bitter expression appeared on his face.

She did find the Sirens' carrier group, but isn't there a bit too much of an escort fleet?

Before she knew it, she found herself surrounded.

"Ah~ really, these sirens are on a completely different level than before."

The sirens surrounding Bumblebee, whether mass-produced ship models or humanoids, all had golden lines appearing on their bodies.

Clearly, the Sirens have upgraded again. By convention, these should now be considered Type IV.

This number of the latest Sirens is obviously not something Bumblebee can handle alone, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, she's likely doomed today.

"At the very least, we must destroy the aircraft carrier battle group!"

Thinking of the civilians still being evacuated behind, Hornet looked at the carrier-based aircraft that blotted out the sky above.

If the enemy aircraft carrier is allowed to continue its reckless actions, neither the comrades fighting in the rear nor the civilians who have not yet been evacuated from the port will be able to leave.

Having made up his mind, Bumblebee's face showed a resolute expression.

"Ugh, really, the communicator isn't working either, I can't even say goodbye to my sisters~"

Having launched its last carrier-based aircraft, the Hornet now had only the enemy carrier strike group in its sights.

Chapter 103: Enterprise Brand Manned Spaceflight Makes Its Reappearance

As Hornet watched the Siren carrier slowly sink to the bottom of the sea under the attack of its carrier-based aircraft, a satisfied smile appeared on its tired face.

"Ah~ with that, my mission is complete."

Seeing the sirens hurtling towards it, Hornet, having lost all its carrier-based aircraft, prepared to accept its fate.

"Giving up and waiting to die isn't like you, Bumblebee!"

Several beams of light, each different from the last, shot out from behind her, and in an instant, a large number of sirens on the sea were sunk.

"That voice is~"

The bumblebee, having narrowly escaped death, looked back in surprise and then saw a figure that was both familiar and unfamiliar to her.

"The Flying Corporate Sister!"

"Long time no see, Bumblebee. Also, I remember saying I don't like you calling me that."

"Hehehe~"

Bumblebee tried to slip through the net.

"Let's save the extra words for later. Now, let's sink all these Sirens."

"Huh? All of them? Enterprise lady, are you serious?"

Before Bumblebee could react, the Enterprise had already set its sights on the entire swarm of Sirens in front of it.

"Hmm... there are quite a few, I need to activate a skill."

With a "ding" sound in their minds, the world as perceived by the company slowed down.

Eight dragoons, plus the five cannons on their bodies firing at full power.

A series of explosions rang out. Even the Type IV Sirens, which Bumblebee considered difficult to deal with, could not escape the fate of being shot one by one in Enterprise's hands.

"Huh? Wait, what's this? Enterprise, you've modified it again?"

The sharp-eyed Bumblebee immediately spotted the Dragoon, who was being controlled by the Enterprise and constantly changing positions as it fired at the Sirens.

She clearly remembered that the wings on the back of this businesswoman only had two cannon muzzles.