Azur Lane resumes sailing

"Master Jean Barr..."

On the rough sea, a group of people stood, only a few of them.

Jean Barr stands at the front, holding the flag of the Vichy Holy See.

Behind her are Dunkirk, Algeria and Chauffel, and farther away are Vicious, Walkland, Tartu, Foch and Lemar.

did not let Baldo wait, according to Chang Hao's plan.

Washington, South Dakota, Massachusetts, and the avant-garde four, and then Richelieu, Joan of Arc, and Triumph and Terrible.

"Jean Barr."

"Sister... Long time no see.

Jean Barr looked at Richelieu, who was holding the flag.

“···" Richelieu didn't expect Barr to call her sister as soon as he opened his mouth, and he was stunned for a while.

"You're going over, aren't you?" Jean Barr had a smile on his face: "If you don't get rid of us... Isn't that okay? "

Jean Barr." Richelieu raised the flag and looked at Jean Barr, who had no fear, and Dunkirk and Algeria with complicated expressions.

"What do you want to say? My sister? Jean Barr hesitated, feeling that Richelieu had changed a lot after this meeting...

"I, and all the members of the Free Iris, this is the last time I'm fighting for Iris."

Richelieu said word by word with a calm face.

"What do you mean?" Jean Barr didn't believe his ears.

Did this phrase come from the mouth of the leader of the Free Iris, Richelieu?

"You should have regained your memories too, right?"

"So what?"

"I regained my memory more than a decade ago."

Richelieu's words made Washington and the others also turn their heads and look at her.

"More than ten years ago, with the help of the commander, I regained my memory... Then the commander also helped me with the handover of power, the first step of the iris reform.

"Iris's reform is his handiwork?"

Jean Barr kept her head down, no one knew what she was thinking.

"That's right... For a long time, I was running around for irises... Dedication to the development of iris... I don't think I've done anything I'm sorry for..."

"Then why did you abandon the irises?!"

Without waiting for Jean Barr to speak, Algeria couldn't hold back at first, and only Jean Barr and Dunkirk were the shipwives of the Vichy Holy See present.

"No... My sister didn't abandon Iris. Jean Barr looked at Richelieu, her eyes were the same as before, without a trace of confusion: "The truth about Richelieu's escape from Iris... Leave it to you after the war, and you will know for yourselves.

Richelieu glanced at Algeria and ignored her: "But I feel that I owe him a lot to the commander..."

"That's all for the pre-war speech!" Behind Barr, the ship's suit slowly rose: "It's time for the battle next... Defeat us, or leave now.

Jean Barr waved his hand and made a fighting gesture.

"You're fully armed this time, aren't you?" Massachusetts quietly came to the front of the line: "Miss Richelieu, let me come."

"It's not that easy this time."

Jean Barr nodded, the two slowly walked to the front, the ship's outfit had been unfolded, everyone waited for a long time, and they didn't see the two of them move, and finally Washington couldn't help it: "Massachusetts?" "

That... Something seems to be wrong with my main gun? Massachusetts was expressionless, and Jean Barr's face was slightly gloomy, but after hearing Massachusetts's words, she was stunned: "There is something wrong with your main gun?"

"Do you like to use live ammunition?"

Chang Hao stood there, expressionless, his gaze falling on Jean Barr through the distance.

Obviously far away, everyone present saw the man standing in the church with his back to the crowd.

"Commander?"

Massachusetts was stunned, rubbed his eyes, and Chang Hao turned his head: "I'm bothering you..." Are you going to use live ammunition? "

Chang Hao's face was slightly gloomy, I worked hard to help you solve the problem of the Iris Country, you are good, take the opportunity to fight?

And it's still live ammunition?

Jean Barr's face was a little embarrassed, and Algeria and the others looked at the man in the holy light... Who is he?

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the endless sea.

Frederick the Great took the lead, sailing at full speed in the direction of the Iris Cult, beside her, Peter held his chin in one hand, and could not see her emotions, but from the constant tapping of her fingers, it was clear that she did not want to be so calm on the outside.

It's not hard to understand, because this is the one thing Peter likes the least - waiting, and it's endless, I don't know how long I have to wait.

They were waiting for the ship's mother to evacuate, and the time for them to do it was that time.

"How's it going?"

"As the commander expected, before all of them have arrived, we will leave it to you."

Auguste had a somewhat boring feeling, and for a witch, she wasn't very interested in these things.

"Is it really okay?" Peter had this question in his mind, but he didn't say it, and even if there was, who called him a commander? Ship girls are weapons, and fighting is their fate...

No matter who stood in front of Chang Hao, they would not hesitate.

[When did you become so sentimental?]

Peter was asking himself if he was a leader who was not right to be swayed by his personal emotions in battle, and Peter gathered his divergent thoughts and looked at the two men who were ready not far away, not knowing what they were thinking.

Frederick the Great and Hutten, two legends of the seas, at this moment, are in full force.

Boom boom ~

a deafening roar, followed by artillery fire, followed by a barrage rising from the horizon.

First there were starlight, then the whole sky was covered in barrage, and as the stars fell to the earth, the earth seemed to shake.

Boom Boom Boom !!!

"Everyone! Move fast!

When he raised his head, he saw the barrage in the sky, and his mind was blank.

"Get down!"

"Watch your step!"

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

The crowd was chaotic in an instant, but fortunately, the ship mother and the human were separated... After all, the speed of human beings is far inferior to that of a ship, even on land.

Where can the commander of the ship take care of others at this time?

Naturally, he was carried by his own ship's mother, or carried on his back, and quickly evacuated.

The earth was trembling, the sky seemed to be darkened, and the last memory of unyielding was the shower of stars.

"Am I dead?"

Unyielding opened his eyes, and the brilliance lingered around him, warm.

Her gaze followed the direction of the light, and the man stood silently, and behind him, Archbishop Henry Judas, knelt quietly behind the man, as if waiting for his judgment.

Unyielding stood up, only to find that the soft holy light almost enveloped the entire port!

The shipwives, humans, and admirals who didn't have time to escape were all trembling in the light.