Come and connect with me!

"......Bismarck, you need to make a decision quickly. We Sirens' patience is not infinite."

Prince Eugen looked in the direction of the voice and saw Bismarck supporting his head, staring calmly at a projection on the desk. This projection was dressed differently from the others in the major camps. His long silver hair was tied into a ponytail, his dark golden eyes revealed indifference, and he wore a white sailor-style top. When he heard the noise, he just glanced at it casually and continued to cast his gaze towards Bismarck.

Prince Eugen slowly widened her eyes. She looked at Bismarck's usual expression, took a deep breath, gently closed the door, and observed the conversation between the Iron Leader and the enemy of mankind from a distance.

"But the promised time has not yet begun, Purifier. Frederick the Great is still growing and is far from reaching the level of the ultimate weapon you mentioned. Right now, she is not even enough to defeat any active Iron Blood ship."

"Well, it's so troublesome. The observer went back to write the report, and asked me to work overtime. Oh, one by one, it's so troublesome..."

The Purifier held her head and made an irritated sound. A lot of things had been weighing on her recently. She was so irritated that she wished she could lose her memory on the spot and quit her job.

"I am not the one who is looking for trouble, Purifier. I will follow the agreement, but please also abide by the agreement."

Bismarck said this in a light tone. The Purifier in the projection clicked her tongue, but she didn't seem to be under too much pressure. Seeing that Bismarck was unwilling and didn't care too much, she yawned and simply hung up the phone.

The silver-haired Siren disappeared from the Iron-Blooded Prime Minister's Mansion, and the two people in the office fell into silence for a while.

"Huh... this is such a big deal. Should I scream and hold my head and cry while asking you why?"

Prince Eugen spread his hands, leaned against the door, and said playfully.

"Why are you crying? Am I so great in your heart? Haha, this is the first time I know that you admire me so much."

Bismarck chuckled as she took off the white gloves on her hands and pressed her temples with her fingers to relieve her fatigue.

"Who knows? After all, there is no one in the Iron Blood who doesn't admire you. Maybe I am no exception."

Prince Eugen shrugged noncommittally, and seeing Bismarck's tired look, he turned around to make coffee.

"Hahaha, I'd be honored."

Bismarck sat up straight, closed the thick document, leaned back and closed his eyes to rest.

"You're rushing back at this time, isn't it to make coffee for your boss after you discover her little secret?"

"My little discovery is nothing compared to your little secret. Maybe this boss still owes her secretary an explanation."

Prince Eugen roughly crushed the coffee beans into powder, poured it in through a filter bag, added water and boiled it.

"Well, it seems that this incident has had a bit of an impact on you."

Bismarck paused, opened her eyes, and stared at the huge iron-blooded flag directly opposite her. The flag was brightly colored, and the Iron Cross was engraved in her heart like a brand. But if the wind blew, she would find scars on the back of the flag, and a lighter piece seemed to have been torn off by violence.

"So far, I should have told you all the core secrets of Iron Blood, Eugen."

"The existence of Frederick the Great is not the core secret of all."

"No, there is only one core secret of Iron Blood, and that is the cooperation with Siren."

She glanced at Prince Eugen, who raised his eyebrows.

"Why? Did they give a lot?"

"More than what Azur Lane gives."

Chapter 54: YoRHa in the Desert

Neil World.

One punch weighs over ten tons and he runs a hundred meters in less than three seconds. Tyson and Bolt were shocked.

The two-digit strong man Wuming expressed his satisfaction. Although in modern times it is just an excavator that runs faster, but in some fantasy worlds, it can already shatter the void and defeat the gods!

He finally felt the happiness of being a protagonist of the system flow. From now on, when he goes out, he can proudly say that he has practiced for many years without relying on any external help, and relies entirely on his own efforts.

"As expected of me, my hard work in training has paid off."

Enterprise laughed and shook his head.

"Well, dear commander, do you still need to keep working hard? There seem to be quite a few robots in the desert. I'll let the remaining fighters go and clean up the area so you can gain some experience."

Wuming thought about it but didn't agree.

"No, let's go and take a look together. It's safe to stay where you are and level up, but since leveling up isn't difficult, we should take a look at what the so-called joint ship girls are all about."

"Yes, yes, the first thing to do with the collaboration is to draw the cards first. If they don't sink, go to the forum to show off. If they sink, go to the official comments to complain about being targeted by the card pool. But now there is no forum or official comments."

The enterprise joked.

These were the mistakes Wuming made when he was young, and since he learned to save gold coins, he has entered the next stage.

Leave envious comments under those who show off their goods, implicitly expressing that you have a full collection of pictures, which has not appeared in a long time.

"Well, let the past be the past. Now even the warehouse is not unlocked, and I don't have the magic cube, so I can only let the linkage ship come to me."

Wuming shrugged, then looked at the large patch of grass that he had made a mess of, and decisively got on the plane.

“I’ve never been to a desert.”

This was Wuming's main reason. It was difficult to count how much ammunition was consumed in the small-scale siege that lasted less than ten minutes. However, judging from the results alone, a few large robots and several small and medium-sized robots allowed him to be upgraded to level eleven, which showed that he was very experienced.

Therefore, Wuming, who had relaxed, also wanted to satisfy his curiosity and see what a real desert was like.

"The desert, well, if that's what you want to see."

Enterprise had no objection to this, and was confident that he could protect Wuming, so he also maneuvered the plane into the air. Frederick the Great looked at Wuming with mixed feelings.

She hopes that the five of them can upgrade quickly so that they can protect themselves even when she is not around. But at the same time, she conflictingly hopes that he can maintain the physical fitness of an ordinary human for the rest of his life and just rely on her.

The two emotions overlapped, and it was hard to tell which one was more important.

While the plane was flying slowly in the sky, on the other side, in the android resistance camp far away from Pascal Village, the guests from the sky had already landed.

"2b, are you sure there are other reinforcements? Do humans have any other backup plans besides us?"

"9s, don't complain."

Two figures, one tall and one short, gradually appeared in the resistance camp. This was the ground force of the androids. Compared to the various dome buildings rooted in towering trees in Pascal Village, most of the buildings here were low and short, with square houses lined up in a row, like silent abandoned coffins.

The leader of the camp was a tall female android. She scanned the visitor with a scrutinizing gaze. After a while, she asked, "A strange human creation that only exists in past records. It's a World War II aircraft, but its performance is better than the aircraft at the base?"

The short silver-haired boy put his hands behind his head and said in a clear voice, "That's why the commander asked us to investigate together."

The female leader looked at 9S and frowned, "S-type?"

"Yes, the scanning android, 9s!"

"...I understand. The camp is now..."

"Wait, there's 2b..."

9s jumped in front of the female leader and waved his hands, interrupting her.

The female leader said impatiently: "Listen, I know her. Now her name is 2b, right? I have memorized it now. I don't need you to remind me. All you have to do now is keep quiet and listen to me!"

This roar made 9s shrink his neck and keep silent.

"…We can't spare any manpower, but there are dedicated personnel patrolling the corresponding checkpoints. They are usually there, unless there is a large-scale robot invasion. You can go and ask them. If you have nothing to do, there are many things in the camp that need help."

"That's just doing odd jobs..."

9s whispered.

"Hmm? Can't you guys at Yoriha do odd jobs? Every time we want to apply for some supplies, the base always makes excuses. Now that they need them, can't we help out with odd jobs?"

The female leader sneered. This kid was wearing a black combat uniform, which was light and had good defensive power. Then she looked at this damn camp, every brick and tile was built with picked up garbage. After such a comparison, she just felt furious.

"I understand. In between missions, I will do odd jobs around the camp with 9s."

2b said meticulously.

"It's just chores, not real odd jobs, and I won't let you do it for nothing!"

When the female leader saw 2b's reply, she nodded with satisfaction and pointed to an empty bungalow nearby.

"This vacant room is temporarily unoccupied. You can rest in it if you need to. I've given you a pod with a map. Remember to accept it. If you need help, follow the navigation inside. My people are right there."

After the female leader finished speaking, she gestured to them to do as they please and continued to work. The camp was not big, but there was a lot to do.

After leaving the camp, 9s tilted his head to look at 2b and asked, "2b, did you know her before?"

"This has nothing to do with this mission. Just do your job, 9s."

2b walked in silence, her eyes covered with a black cloth-like tactical scanning shield. It seemed like she was blindfolded, but in fact it did not hinder her movements. She was always connected to the pod floating beside her, and it was very effective in searching for enemies in a small range. With it, the YoRLeaf troops no longer needed their own eyes.

"Okay, then let's go find those whistles first!"

2b nodded and walked towards the forest, following the occasional conversation.

The temperature in the desert was very high. Wuming began to miss Pascal Village after staying there for less than three minutes. The temperature difference was so great in a place less than a hundred kilometers away. When he stepped on the edge of the desert, he felt the air not far away was distorted by the high temperature and wanted to just leave.

It was said that the wind and sand would be stronger?

Wuming shook his head. He suddenly remembered that his impression of the desert was hot dancers, beautiful carpets, and jingling camel bells, but there was none of that here.

Frederick the Great watched Wuming's struggling expression with a smile, waiting for him to leave. When Wuming was about to come to the desert, the Tiexue brand Dragon Refrigerator had already started, and the fruits and drinks inside were all chilled and ready to use at any time.

Enterprise's eyes were blank and unfocused. In her eyes, there were dozens of different square windows, each symbolizing the view of an airplane.

"Um... okay, I have to admit that I was stupid, let's find a cool place..."

"New discovery, Commander!"

Enterprise whispered, and a light screen suddenly appeared in front of Wuming and Frederick the Great, with three black dots gradually enlarging in size.

White hair, black Gothic dress, and over-the-knee high-heeled leather boots.

"…Well, let's see what these three are up to before we go somewhere cooler."

Wuming was also a little curious, then he shuddered and put ice water on his neck with one hand.

"Anyone need something cool?"

Frederick the Great winked at him.

Chapter 55: The Big Secret of Iron Blood

The existence of Azur Lane is not glorious to the people in the other two camps.

During the First Siren War, they took advantage of the low prices of the White Eagle Federation's products in the rear to occupy the global market and make a fortune from the war;

At the end of this war, the royal family secretly made deals with the Iron Blood high-ranking officials and the Sakura nobles to occupy the major trading ports;

After the First Siren War, the two old friends joined hands and took the lead in drafting the White Eagle Naval Treaty, which limited the total tonnage of warships of each camp on the grounds of not wanting to engage in a meaningless arms race.

By the time the two honest men reacted and took a look, they suddenly realized that they had neither money nor military power. The traitors occupied high positions and watched their own people more closely than the warlords sent by the army. They sacrificed the interests of the camp just to gain a little bit of profit in front of the two masters. So they simply overturned the table and returned to their respective territories angrily to lick their wounds.

But even if the reaction was not slow, it was of no use. The Golden Port was controlled by the royal family, and the goods produced by the White Eagle were shipped to the whole world. When Bismarck discovered that the Iron Blood flag of the Prime Minister's Office also had "Made in bald eagle" printed on the back, he realized that the Iron Blood could not turn over.

As the balance of wealth tilts more towards the Azure Lane, the Red Axis is losing more talent.

Scientists admired the royal family's generosity in spending money, while businessmen flocked to the White Eagle, eager for more wealth.

During the most difficult times, Bismarck's office received at least five calls from the Royal White Tower every day. Her Majesty the Queen sincerely recommended a new job to Bismarck, telling her that the Royal Café was in need of a new store manager, and that high-end maid outfits would be given as a gift when she joined the store, and the salary would be negotiable.

Of course, this kind of phone calls have also been made to the Shrine Palace in Sakura Empire, where people on the phone claimed that money was not a problem, and that they were just short of beast-eared girls, and asked them to come quickly.

Such actions can be defined as the Queen's willfulness, or understood as another test by the royal family.

In order to maintain its superficial deterrent effect, the Red Central Axis could only try its best to inflate itself bigger like a puffer fish, hoping that this would deter the cunning hunters.

It was during this period that both camps came into contact with new friends to varying degrees and gained something.

Betraying humanity is shameful, but in many cases, enemies and humans cannot be equated. The existence of positions will make it impossible for everyone to escape, and they will be swept away by the general trend and walk towards a road where no one can see the end.

"What did the Siren give?"

Prince Eugen knew how stingy Azur Lane was, so she was curious about the price of the Siren.

"Two options."

Bismarck tapped the table with his fingers out of habit.

"One is technology. At that time, they gave me a technology catalog as thick as a dictionary and asked me to choose. Well, from high-yield food to micro-meteorological weapons, and even levitation technology and the Garden of Eden generator - which can completely control the temperature and climate within a range to keep it constant at the most suitable temperature for the human body, plasma weapons, position shifting shields, etc. There are a lot of things like this. I laughed so hard when I saw them."

A smile appeared on her lips, as if she had returned to the days when she had access to a large amount of scientific and technological information.

"What's the price?"

Prince Eugen interrupted Bismarck's thoughts.

"In a few decades, the Sirens will invade in force and eliminate everything that doesn't meet the standards."

Bismarck grinned and said helplessly.