Come and connect with me!

Prince Eugen opened his mouth woodenly, feeling how stupid he was for arguing with the little brat!

Then she took a deep breath, turned around and asked the head maid.

"Well, have you found the location of the port?"

Belfast, who looked expressionless, covered his mouth with his hands and said in a trembling voice, "It's five kilometers southeast."

Prince Eugen nodded expressionlessly, looked at Count Zeppelin whose shoulders were shaking, and asked, "What are you doing?"

"I remembered something happy."

The group followed the head maid. Prince Eugen seriously considered the possibility of silencing her, and then was disappointed to find that it was not feasible.

But since it has become a joke, there is no need to avoid it anymore. She might as well continue to communicate with Xiaochuan. Children see the world differently from adults, but that doesn't mean it is worthless. Although for now, Belfast, who has no intention of stopping it, doesn't think she will be able to ask anything.

Without the Sirens causing trouble, the normal sea, even though still not friendly, could no longer stop the progress of the Rubik's Cube ships.

After a while, the port area was in sight. This time they were here to welcome guests, so they naturally couldn't land on the beach. Belfast led everyone to the port, which was large enough to berth several physical aircraft carriers. The heavy rain was still falling, but the four Rubik's Cube ships here were not as fragile as they looked. They climbed up the metal steps on the side of the port that were more than ten meters deep under the sea and entered the port area.

The temperature inside the port area rose sharply, and the heavy rain outside the port area caused the temperature to drop rapidly. Under the howling wind, the temperature could only be maintained below five degrees. However, after the renovation of the port area, it was obviously more suitable for living. As soon as I came in, I could feel the warmth on my body, and the heavy rain turned into faint raindrops.

"Maintaining temperature in a small area? That's really good technology."

Prince Eugen grabbed his hair and twisted it, squeezing out a pool of sea water.

The head maid was not there and the port area was empty, but the barbarians had prepared dry towels and hot water in advance. A dozen little yellow chickens hopped over to the port, holding towels above their heads with their short hands. From above, they looked like a few ups and downs of flying carpets.

Prince Eugen picked up a thick towel and looked at the little yellow chicken logo on it with a subtle expression.

Is it a bad taste?

She looked around. Little Zeppelin was wrapped in a thick towel. Several little yellow chickens, Qi Xin, helped her dry her hair. The head maid took towels and distributed them to Count Zeppelin, who had a stern face and looked at these little things with a scrutinizing gaze, making them afraid to approach.

"Ladies, please go to our command room in the port area. There is plenty of hot water there. I think you need hot water to wash away your fatigue now."

The head maid turned slightly and invited the guests to the bathroom.

Although there is a bombardment-type hot spring on the beach, it was a policy of Frederick the Great after all, and the water permeability is very poor. But at that time, it was not really used for bathing, so it didn't matter.

But now that Belfast has come, he will not serve his master with crude things like the iron-blooded barbarians. The naval dormitory has not been repaired yet, but the internal structure of the command room has also been simply adjusted, with hot water pipes installed, water nozzles connected, white interior wall tiles pasted, and metal racks for snacks, floating food trays placed on the water, and a health ladder where you can enjoy a massage while soaking in the hot springs...

Before the head maid left, she just took a quick look at the facilities in the port area and added a long list to the barbarians' construction list.

If the Siren had arrived a day or two later, the build list might have been printed out taller than all the yellow chickens stacked together.

Now, two guests have the privilege of enjoying a roughly constructed bathroom that took less than thirty minutes to complete.

The sunken bathroom was filled with hot water. Prince Eugen and Count Zeppelin randomly selected a jasmine scent from a thick dictionary-like "Hot Spring Water Preparation Catalog". They took off their clothes and let out a long breath at the same time when they sank into the water.

After a while, two white-haired heads and four balls floated to the surface. Neither of them wanted to speak. They squinted their eyes, enjoying the comfort of being immersed in the hot water.

It's comfortable, so comfortable. After refreshing from the cold wind and rain, you can take a hot bath with hot water. There is nothing better than this in the world.

The Iron Blood's infrastructure is complete, but the private bathroom is not that big. The Iron Blood people are pragmatic, and even the Prime Minister Bismarck's life is not much better than other ships. Sometimes the secretary ship Prince Eugen is too lazy to go back to the dormitory to take a bath, so he will borrow Bismarck's bathroom, which is only slightly bigger than hers, and the toiletries are the most basic styles, even the underwear is boxer, just like her sister, which is really boring.

As for this place, it can only be said that it is worthy of being the most luxurious royal place. In what is obviously a newly built port area, the bathroom in a guest room is ten times larger than that in Bismarck, enough for two people to toss around in it, making Prince Eugen call it a rich dog owner.

"Should we wait for that so-called commander to come back?"

Count Zeppelin suddenly spoke. She had her long hair loose, and her silver hair was soaked in water, covering her body. Although she was in the bathroom, there was nothing inharmonious about it. Even if she took a screenshot, it would pass the review.

"No need. I have some interesting ideas that I need to report to Bismarck as soon as possible. There can't be any delay. Besides, this human is a bit weird. No human has ever been able to serve as the commander of a Rubik's Cube ship. This is the first case so far. In addition, the Royal Navy has built a new port area on the White Eagle's territory. Saratoga actually asked us to come and test it. Well, this pink-haired guy is much more difficult to deal with than he looks. I'm afraid something has happened inside the Azur Lane again. In short, what we need to do now is to stop the loss in time. As for Frederick the Great, let Bismarck worry about it. According to that little Zeppelin, it is different from ours. Maybe it is a ship with the same name..."

Prince Eugen's voice echoed in the bathroom as he spoke a long string of words in a light voice, adding a sense of laziness to the sound.

"...Then how do you think that little boat came here..."

Count Zeppelin relaxed in the bathroom, which made her more talkative than usual.

"Who knows? But we should know when we get back."

"why?"

Prince Eugen chuckled and swam to Count Zeppelin. He touched Count Zeppelin's cheek with his wet left hand. Count Zeppelin was startled and noticed that a silver hair was wrapped around Prince Eugen's ring finger.

'We can do a genetic analysis when we get back to see where our careless little boat came from.'

Prince Eugen mouthed silently, his eyes full of complacency.

Xianxun: Jiuyi saves his wife's uncle

Chapter 48: Enterprises at Full throttle

Neil World.

The map markings provided by Pascal were still very detailed. With the village as the center, it followed the conventional map method and was marked in the form of north at the top, south at the bottom, west on the left, and east on the right.

On one side are the remains of an amusement park, on the other is the forest kingdom, further away is the resistance camp, as well as the desert area and the seaside.

The route is marked in great detail. Basically, the small robot can reach its destination by following the map. Brightly colored flowers and some plants that can be used to extract fuel are also marked along the way. These are probably for making paint to color the machine's body. The villagers need to use them frequently, so the markings are detailed. However, if you go a little deeper, you will see black fog of war.

"Very good, we will go wherever it is dark and light up the map!"

"Oh, no, no, it's dangerous everywhere..."

Pascal propped up his mechanical arm and advised in a whining voice: "It's like the desert. You must never go there. There are so many robots. It's a scary place!"

Wuming nodded.

"Let's go to the desert!"

"Hey, hey, hey!"

Of course Pascal's obstruction would not succeed. He came here just to kill monsters, and he had no intention of rushing into the crowd to start his invincibility right from the start. He wanted to pull a monster to test its quality first. He originally wanted to go to the nearest forest to see if there was a chance to catch an A2 first, but Pascal obviously thought that there were more monsters in the desert than in other places, so why was he hesitating?

How can a woman upgrade her fragrance!

"Xiao Yuan, I'm leaving first. If I have no place to live, I'll come back to find you!"

As it said this, the reconnaissance plane landed in the sky. Enterprise looked at Frederick the Great, who then looked at the Dragon and Dragon suits. The Dragon and Dragon suits looked at each other, and one of them sighed resignedly. He spread out his suit familiarly, attached it to the wing of the plane, and transformed into a sturdy translucent compartment with three seats inside and empty windows on the outside. This voyage was not far, nor was it urgent. The flying speed was roughly the same as that of a paraglider, so a sealed environment was not required.

"Eh? Has the technology of artificial humans been upgraded to this level now?"

Pascal's green eyes were filled with doubt as he watched three people and one bird get on the plane and slowly fly towards the desert.

"The model of the aircraft is also unfamiliar... Oh, forget it, it doesn't look like it will harm the village, I'll just continue doing my own thing... Oh, where are the new textbooks? Do I have to read Schopenhauer again? This guy's remarks are weird..."

Having said this, Pascal slowly turned around and continued to give the children things he thought were good.

In mid-air, on the reconnaissance plane, Wuming felt very satisfied with this flying experience. The first time he approached the speed of sound, he felt uncomfortable all over. The second time, the speed was reduced to two-thirds of the speed of sound, and he felt good. This time the speed was even slower, and he just added a windshield in front. It was more comfortable than riding in a car.

“This is what a ride is…”

Wuming felt the breeze on his face and nodded with satisfaction.

Frederick the Great looked at the floating clouds outside the window, his expression suddenly changed, and he said: "In which direction, there is the sound of fighting!"

Wuming looked immediately, but saw nothing. Even if he listened carefully, he could only hear the slight hum of the plane below him.

"Can you tell who's fighting?"

Frederick the Great shook his head slowly, his face solemn.

"It's hard to tell, but one of them is very large, and conservatively estimated to be several dozen meters tall. Honey, do you know which side's weapon it is?"

"It should be the robot. The androids are nothing but good-looking. Um, Enterprise, can you land first and continue the reconnaissance? Or just send a fighter jet to test the combat capability of that big guy and see its quality."

This is the advantage of technology. Beyond visual range strikes can be easily achieved, and the main body can watch the show from thousands of miles away.

Enterprise nodded, and the plane beneath him quickly descended to the ground.

The aircraft does not require any runway for acceleration, takes off and lands vertically, is nearly silent during operations, is immune to most radar detection, and is almost perfect except for being immune to sonic booms.

During the landing, a black dot flew out from behind Enterprise and flew far away in the blink of an eye. After a while, a dull roar was heard from the horizon, and a conical sonic boom cloud could be vaguely seen.

"Next, we need to see the feedback from this world."

Wuming did not ask the company to open a floating window for everyone to watch the show. This was a small-scale war and should not be regarded as a game, or in other words, just like in the past.

It’s time to be self-disciplined!

Black fighter jets broke through the clouds, and the low roar continued, like the sudden drumbeats beating by the gods in the sky, cheering for the arrival of the heroes!

Between various tall human buildings in the distance, several huge robots stood in place, slowly turning their bodies. Various artillery shells and short-range lasers made the air flash from time to time. Then the aircraft of the robot force and the simple flying devices of the android force fell one after another, adding a few black spots to the earth. From a distance, it looked monotonous and boring, with neither cool operations nor exciting battle BGM. The roar of the androids resounded in the public channel, but from the outside, it was just an everyday pantomime similar to humans swatting mosquitoes.

Troops are still being deployed to the near-orbit space base in the outer universe, but compared to the robots that occupy the earth and have abundant mineral deposits and resources, the gap is as big as constipation compared to diabetes insipidus, the flow rate is too different.

There were several androids fighting with robots in the sky. The energy balls in the sky canceled each other out, and the excess energy flashed twice and then disappeared. From a distance it looked like fireworks, which was more lively than on the ground.

The large robot on the ground still had enough energy to deal with the small flies that surrounded it. It could even raise its gun and aim it at the sky. The dazzling beam of light lit up half the sky for a moment, and then fine gray powder floated in the air and was blown away by the wind.

The artificial flying vehicles surrounding the big robot rushed forward like crazy, but were swept away without any care.

Suddenly, a shrill alarm sounded on the battlefield. The androids and robots stopped at the same time. A black shadow flashed in the sky in the distance, and the roar that followed it spread into the battlefield!

Hundreds of kilometers away, a conversation is determining the direction of the battlefield.

"We're at the battlefield, and there are androids and mechanical creatures. Who should we help?"

"Robot, pick the big one to fight!"

"understand!"

After a two-second delay, relying on the fact that both sides were on alert for aircraft of unknown origin in the area, the black steel bird continued its speed and flew a beautiful arc over the head of the big robot, and then several cluster bombs whizzed down on the forehead of this iron guy.

"Boom!!!"

The heavy explosion made the battlefield quiet for a moment. Black smoke rose above the head of the large robot, and the tactical commander of the android immediately issued an order.

"The black aircraft appears to be a friendly force. Mark it carefully and don't pour ammunition on it. But if it gets too close, don't show mercy!"

The androids who always hang out on the front lines of the battlefield must be aware of their current situation. There is no need for robots to play any conspiracies, but as a commander, they still have to prepare for the worst.

The big robot that was attacked let out a belated roar. Its vocal organs were burned by the explosion, and the roar was intermittent like the screams of a hungry ghost.

Several laser generators on its body lit up at the same time, and the red light beams were aimed at the bomber. The red light penetrated the clouds. Looking down from orbit, it seemed as if the atmosphere was pierced and faint red blood oozed out.

The black bomber maintained a high speed of Mach 4 in the air and made flexible turns. Even faster than its speed were the missiles and cluster bombs loaded on it. The former could easily exceed Mach 15, and the latter could be maintained at around Mach 10. It circled hundreds of meters away from the big robot, and every attack made it impossible for this big, immobile guy to dodge.

The big robot roared incessantly, but was unable to prevent its own defeat. Although it looked like just a piece of rusty metal, it was very resistant to impact and high temperatures. It could be used as aerospace material if dropped to Earth. Within a few tens of seconds, the firepower poured down by the bombers was enough to create a deep pit the size of three football fields, but it could only melt the metal shell when it fell on the big robot. The red molten metal flowed down, creating one lava pit after another on the ground, causing it to fall into an irreversible chronic death.

But there is not only one big robot here. Its companions are in pain, and a few big robots that are paddling around are not sitting idly by. They move their feet for the first time since they joined the war and slowly walk towards this side. The attack of the androids is better than nothing. Apart from a few more sparks on the outer shell, there is almost no change. The ammunition carried by the aircraft is not sufficient. If you want to maintain manned and combat at the same time, you have to make a choice between speed and weight. Even the Enterprise's unmanned bomber can't make room for people to sit, and can only cram a brute in at most.

Arriving at a relatively open area, several large robots worked together. The scarlet lasers were no longer concentrated into beams. Each emission port was quickly separated. The next moment, hundreds of tiny beams of light shot out. The tiny beams of light rotated irregularly, cutting the sky and the earth into small luminous spaces, turning this solemn battlefield into a large karaoke hall.

The single large light beam was incredibly powerful but also slow in movement, and seemed clumsy and rigid in the face of the nimble black bombers. The mechanical life forms that had experienced thousands of years of war possessed various tactics and warfare skills that far surpassed all the military strategists of the past and present on this planet. During the long years of occupying the earth, no one had ever been able to challenge their dominance, and this time was no exception.

Enterprise in the distance let out an unwilling sigh. The bomber's speed advantage was restricted by the laser net, just like a butterfly caught in a net, with no possibility of fighting anymore.

In less than three seconds, when the giant robot changed its fighting style, the bomber that made its debut with such a grand fanfare was simply cut into even pieces of metal, and then burned to ashes by the concentrated light beams. Including the highlight moment of its entrance, it only lasted less than three minutes.

Enterprise maintained a low mood, pouted his lips, squinted at Wuming, and said like chanting: "So, why don't you give me the thunder!"

Chapter 49: Dinner in the Port District - Before

In another bathroom in the port area, Belfast gently washed little Zeppelin's long hair in a holy light and mist. After rinsing off the foam, he let go of her hand and let little Zeppelin, who had been unable to contain himself, jump into the bathtub to play in the water.

After quickly taking a shower, she put on the washed and dried maid outfit again and hurried out to continue the decoration.

The port area is the commander's territory, and its quality will affect the outside world's evaluation of its owner. Although these two white-haired monsters are uninvited guests, they also uphold the will of the Iron-Blooded Principality and must not be treated lightly.

"Basic building materials can be made by hand, but there is no way to make fabrics! No wonder, the clothing of the enterprise and Frederick the Great has not changed much... What should we do? We can't dismantle towels to make carpets, right?"

The head maid maintained a business-like smile on her face, but she was anxious in her heart. According to her idea, the first thing she needed was the hand-woven welcome carpet that one could see before entering the house. She had to prepare at least three types of carpets: a VIP carpet with red and gold threads, an everyday carpet with blue and brown threads, and a private carpet with brown patterns. She had to prepare at least three of each type for replacement. The summer carpets had to be thin and soft so as to be easy to clean, while the winter carpets had to be thick and dry so as not to get moldy due to the cold weather.

Carpets should be replaced with changing seasons. The patterns should be simple and recognizable. Badges and flags symbolizing family history should be hung at the gate. Guests must not be allowed to think that the port area is a rural place!

After entering the house, guests also need to prepare several sets of shoes. Indoor shoes need to be comfortable and breathable, and outdoor shoes need to be sturdy and durable. If you are interested in hunting, you also need to prepare a purebred horse and corresponding breeches and boots. You also need to prepare at least bathrobes and pajamas for changing clothes, and at least a few sets of coats...

She made a scattered count and was surprised to find that whatever she counted, she would find what was missing!

[There is no more fabric. Currently, these towels are made from woven fabrics found in some rooms in the port area after searching, and they are re-made from scratch.]

[There is absolutely no way to get rid of the carpet, and we don't have many clothes left. The Commander has also used up all the clothes he brought with him.]

The head maid looked at the clipboards held above the heads of the yellow chickens and let out a heartfelt sigh.

"So, now you really have nothing. How can the master survive in such an environment? How did the port become like this? I don't know how those two women tortured the master in the past..."

She muttered to herself, and the aura of the head maid was inexplicably tinged with a hint of coldness. The yellow chickens shuddered and looked at each other. A few of them on the edge had already quietly slipped away.

"Well, it seems that I can't make the best impression. It doesn't matter. Anyway, these iron-blooded barbarians are just like the upstarts of the White Eagle. As long as they light two candles on the table and find someone to play the violin next to them, they should be able to enjoy the meal even if the plate contains leather shoes..."

The head maid's low mood became more and more obvious as she spoke angry words, but after hesitating for a long time, she gave up because there were no leather shoes in the port area.