Azur Lane: Commander's Code of Conduct

The next few days were unexpectedly calm. Neither side seemed to be about to start a war immediately. Obviously, in the last battle, both sides suffered heavy losses and needed a period of rest to recover.

Not only the losses of combatants, in addition to the injured who needed treatment, those mass-produced models damaged on the battlefield also needed to be repaired overtime.

Undoubtedly, the little yellow chickens were almost going crazy during this period of time, all working overtime.

Every little yellow chicken I saw was moving like the wind, with their short legs stepping like a wind and fire wheel, and disappeared in a whoosh.

Wang Yu was naturally happy to see this slowed down battle rhythm.

Although in terms of logistical consumption, Azur Lane would definitely not be able to outlast the Siren in a protracted war, but the premise of a quick battle is to win. If you can't win, it's better to just drag it out slowly.

The ship girls in the headquarters need to adapt to the new command system, and the cooperation between the ship girls also needs to be practiced in advance. Originally, Wang Yu was still worried about these things. It might not be possible for every ship girl to master them accurately through exercises alone.

Nowadays, there are no large-scale battles, only a few small-scale conflicts, which just allows the ship girls to cooperate and simulate in actual combat.

All along, this kind of small-scale corps combat has always been the advantage of the Blue Lane. Even if it is a bit wasteful to adapt to the new tactics, the ship girls are still professional in beating mass-produced types and basically can't suffer losses.

The Siren side seems to have realized this, and no longer uses scattered troops to test, retreating again and again, and completely evacuating the defense circle of the Blue Lane.

Both sides fell silent and prepared their troops in an orderly and intensive manner.

The battlefield was unusually silent for a while.

Siren was naturally busy repairing the damaged mass-produced models. Some of these mass-produced models that were damaged on the battlefield could be sent back to the battlefield after a little repair, so these mass-produced models were naturally the main targets for repair.

As for those that were severely damaged and required a lot of time to repair, Siren, which originally had sufficient supply bases, naturally did not mind dragging these mass-produced models to the rear for repair slowly, but now Siren's homeland was stolen by the fleet of Tianqing Port, and even the production capacity at hand began to become a little stretched.

For these severely damaged big guys, they naturally had little interest, so they sank them all to the bottom of the water, and there was no value in repairing them.

Compared with these unrepairable mass-produced models, the Purifier was more concerned about the current state of the Clearer.

However, she ran to see the other party, and the Purifier was not optimistic about whether the other party could recover completely.

Although the Cleaner, as the main body, did not seem to have suffered any irreversible damage, the opponent's ship equipment was too seriously damaged.

Half of the body was completely blown up by the torpedo, and the core position of the ship equipment head was hit several times, and half of the head was directly blown off.

Most of the functions of the ship equipment lost their effectiveness under such damage, not to mention the other scattered injuries caused by shelling and heavy objects.

If it were not for the most intense stage on the battlefield at this time, the Purifier would definitely persuade the Cleaner to just change his body.

This kind of scrap metal that is almost scrapped is completely worthless.

But at this moment, the two of them obviously have no room to pick and choose.

"The repair capability of the supply base here is still too poor."

The Clearer checked the repair progress of the ship suit body with some dissatisfaction. It was fine if it could not be repaired to a fully restored state, but half of the ship suit body was completely damaged. With the speed of this repair base, it was indeed a bit difficult to repair it completely to the same state as before.

Now all that can be done is to piece together a set of ship suits on the new body.

Whenever the Clearer thought of the patchwork and completely unsystematic appearance, he felt a little angry.

His majestic and domineering ship suit was actually repaired into such an ugly appearance.

The ship suit that was pieced together naturally had nothing to do with beauty.

Whenever the Clearer thought about driving such a monster that was patchworked together to the battlefield, he felt a black screen in front of his eyes.

His lifelong reputation would probably be ruined because of this.

"Stop complaining." The Purifier spread his hands helplessly. "I just asked you to hold them back there, but you got beaten up like this by them. Who can you blame for this?"

Most of the main forces of the fleet in Tianqing Port went to support the main battlefield, which was actually true.

Not many troops were left to deal with the fleet of the Clearers that intercepted the rear.

In fact, this may be a bit euphemistic. The only ones who can be called the main force in that battle were Gascoigne and Yudachi.

Most of the carrier-based aircraft of Xiao Guanghui were scattered for reconnaissance, and they only supported a wave of battlefields when the battle entered the stalemate stage.

"I really didn't expect that guy to suddenly appear behind me!" The Clearer was a little crazy, "Like a ghost, he suddenly appeared behind me, and then swiped, and all my ships were gone.

Do you understand what I mean?"

"I don't understand. "Looking at the seemingly unconscious Clearer, the Purifier began to wonder if the repairmen had connected some nodes inside the Clearer's body incorrectly.

Why does it feel like this guy's brain is even dumber than before?

Forget it, the repair capability of this base is really not good. Let's finish this battle as soon as possible and go home to sleep as soon as possible.

Next time, whoever wants to do this kind of work can do it. Anyway, I won't come.

It's so comfortable to sleep in my hometown on the seabed. Who understands the feeling of coming out to be beaten, bleeding and crying!

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