At the same time (?), at seven in the morning, somewhere over the Mediterranean Sea.
"Well..." Albert, who was sleepy as hell, just tried hard not to let himself fall asleep. He was driving tiredly, and in his sleepiness, he occasionally pushed the joystick of the iron cavalry a few times to make the iron cavalry fly.
He was as crooked as a drunkard.
"Hey, cheer up." Mutt couldn't help pinching the tiger's back a few times, trying to wake Albert up: "Do you want us to crash?"
"Ha~" Albert yawned: "It's not a big problem even if you fall asleep. The iron ride itself has locking joysticks and automatic driving functions... Hmm hmm hmm...
..Maybe I really should take a nap...There’s a game in a few hours?"
Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish...
There was a burst of noise from the cavalry's communicator. For a time, Albert, a young tiger man, thought that the communicator was broken. However, after a round of noise, a muddy, yet barely audible sound came out.
The speaker was still the captain of the Sandstorm Sphinx, Shiloma.
"(Rustling) Albert? (Rustling) Can you hear me?"
"I'm listening." Albert replied, repeating it several times because the signal was too poor.
"(Rustling) Where are you now? (Rustling) If you are on the way back to Cairo, hurry up and go to the Cairo Hotel to hide! (Rustling) Cairo will soon be under martial law (Rustling), and the protective shield will allow the cavalry to enter
You can’t reach the city!"
"Martial law? Why was martial law suddenly imposed?" the cat boy asked curiously.
"Shh!" Albert interrupted. The communication was already murky. He was trying to understand clearly what Shiloma was saying. He couldn't be disturbed at this time.
"The fleet (shashasha) is about to attack, (shashashashashasha) today's game (shashasha) may be cancelled."
"The competition is cancelled? What kind of ghost is the fleet?" Albert asked.
(sssssssssssssssssssssssss)
"Hey! Speak clearly!" The tiger man youth was anxious, but there was no response from the other end of the communicator, and the signal was cut off again.
"Anyway, let's hurry back." Mutt urged: "If it is blocked by the protective shield, we can't even enter Cairo, but we will be in trouble."
"I'm not worried about this." Albert hummed. Bedivere's sand ship, the Dawn, is anchored in the stone pillar forest in the Red Sea. Even if Albert and the others can't enter Cairo, at least they still have a place to stay.
.But the fleet? Martial law? It really makes people care. What happened?
Although doing so might cause considerable damage to the cavalry's engine, the young tiger man stepped on the accelerator and started sprinting at the maximum speed the cavalry could reach, accelerating towards Cairo.
Before they even approached Cairo's airspace, they saw a huge fleet deployed in the sky on the outskirts of the city. Judging from the standard and style of the ships, these ships came from various African countries, and even mixed with Great Britain and
Some European fleets, but the main fleet group was still sent by Egypt.
Is this going to be a war? Who is the opponent?
"Cavalry in the distance, please identify yourself!" Only about five kilometers away from Cairo, Albert immediately received a martial law warning: "Cairo's airspace is currently under martial law. If you approach recklessly, the fleet will shoot you down!"
"Wait, I just------"
"He is with me." Bedivere's voice came from the communicator: "Al, come over and join us quickly, don't mess around there. If you are slow, you will be hit by artillery shells."
"Tsk." The tiger man smacked his lips and stepped on the accelerator. He saw a light spot flashing like a beacon in the distance, and let his cavalry fly towards the beacon.
Bedivere's Dawn looked almost the same as usual, but the atmosphere seemed a little different. Albert quickly stopped the cavalry on the deck of Dawn, and happened to see Bedivere coming out to greet him.
"What are you doing? Are you going to fight? Why did your ship get mixed up in the fighting fleet again?" Albert asked three times when he came up.
"This fleet is preparing to deal with Moby Dick." Bedivel said, "It came to attack the city last night and almost caused the death and injury of millions of innocent citizens in Cairo."
"So Egypt assembled this huge fleet and prepared to attack Moby Dick?"
"Well...it became like this half-heartedly." The werewolf youth scratched his head: "Maybe this also shows that the prince has a very wide network...but I guess African countries are also worried about themselves.
Our country was also attacked by Moby Dick like Egypt, and had to be active--even if it was just to send a few warships over as a formality."
"Why don't I understand what you are talking about at all?" Mutt muttered from the side.
"Well," the werewolf youth looked up and down at Albert who was covered in scars and was exhausted: "Don't worry, we will solve the matter here. I heard that the Diablo American Football match has also been stopped because today
An incident? Just treat it as a holiday, take a good rest for a day, and go to the Dawn's medical cabin to rest with your little follower?"
"Who is the little follower!" "Isn't your ship also going to fight?" Mutt almost spoke with Albert at the same time, their voices mixed together.
"The Dawn seems to be able to be split into two parts: the [combat module] and the [life module]. Those who are not participating in the battle today can just go and stay in the life module." Bedivere replied (completely ignoring Mutt's complaints)
, "Unless you also want to come over and join in the fun? There is no room for you to play in the fleet battle. You just stay in the ship and watch the show?"
"Then I won't join in the fun." Albert snorted. Right now, he really had no interest in Moby Dick and just wanted to find a bed and have a good sleep.
"Huh." Bedivere smiled lightly, "Eve, settle them down."
"Understood, Captain." The sand ship's artificial intelligence navigation system replied. A large golem has been sent here to accept Albert's cavalry and release a holographic guiding beam to guide Albert.
Go to the medical room.
"Is there a way to contact me at the Cairo Hotel?" The tiger man asked again: "Just now, the person in charge of the team tried to communicate with me, but the signal reception was poor and the connection was disconnected before he could say a few words. I can somehow
Find out what's going on over there."
"It may be difficult now. The communication channels here are all occupied by all fleets. If we don't use special channels, the signal interference will be great. Even if we can use the special communication channels here to try to contact your team, there will be no way to contact you there."
I may not know this channel."
"Hmph..." Albert frowned. It seemed impossible to communicate with the Sphinx team like this. Now, driving the cavalry directly into Cairo would probably irritate the surrounding fleets.
The warship couldn't help but opened fire on him.
"Are you really in such a hurry, can't you wait a little longer?" Bedivere asked again, "Just wait until about nine o'clock. This fleet will set off to attack the desert magic whale Moby Dick, and the Dawn's life module
If we stay above Cairo, there will be no such strong signal interference, and the communication will return to normal."
"That's all we can do." Albert frowned. The matter was so big that today's American football game seemed to be out of the question. Fortunately, he hurried back to Cairo, thinking he had to catch up.
What about today's game? But whatever, he was exhausted and could just find a chance to take a rest.
"Hey, big tiger!" Before he had gone far, Albert heard a child shouting near the lounge.
"Hey, little tiger!" He also walked over with a joking smile and greeted Obert: "Joining in the fun here again? Do you have a good cat?"
"I'm not good. I've been grounded for an extra week by Uncle Wolf. Please comfort me!" Obert also acted coquettishly as if he was joking, but his complaint was half serious.
"You're not going to the medical room, are you?" Mutt asked depressedly when he saw Albert's suddenly energetic look.
"Just wait here for the fleet to leave." The young tiger man lifted the young tiger man who was half shorter than him and stretched on the sofa: "After the communication is restored, you have to contact Captain Shiloma, right?"
"Although you are right to say so..." Mutt shrugged and sat down next to the sofa.
"Hey, the kitten has a strange fishy smell!" Obert came close to Mutt and sniffed again and again: "It stinks."
"You're the little kitten." The cat boy pushed away the little tiger's face angrily. Although this kid was indeed lively and cute, he sometimes spoke without restraint, which was quite annoying.
"By the way, haven't you taken a bath in the stone room in Lviv, meow?" Albert also asked curiously. He has been staying with Mutt since a few hours ago, and may have been used to the cat boy.
The smell, so I didn't find that Mutt still carried the fishy smell from the blood-red crystal cocoon. Now that Obert mentioned it again, he asked curiously.
"It's not washed..." Mutt blushed: "There is only water over there, no shower gel. How can you clean it with just water?"
"Then go wash it again, idiot!"
"Now?"
"Not now, are you still going to hold it in until tonight?" Albert said in a dumbfounded voice.
"But there is a fleet outside, ready to fight at any time, and it seems that the ship will soon be split into two pieces..."
"Yeah, I understand, I really don't like bathing." Listening to Mutt's explanation, the tiger boy nodded and said seriously.
"Shut up!" Mutt said angrily.
"How scary!" Obert immediately hid behind Albert like a joke: "The big tiger is protecting me!"
"You are so serious with a child." Albert said with an angry smile.
"Anyway, I'm just stingy." Mutt pouted and replied, turning his head to look at the scenery outside the window. It was only about seven o'clock now, and the fleet heard that it would not leave until nine o'clock, which meant that he planned to hold it in for two days.
I went to take a shower after an hour.
Albert couldn't do anything about Mutter, so he just teased Obert while grabbing some cold French fries on the coffee table to eat. After cooling, the French fries became dry due to dehydration.
It was crunchy, but he ate it with relish.
"How delicious are they? They taste astringent after they're cold~" Obert asked curiously. He put these fries on the coffee table because he thought they were too cold to taste.
"It's crunchy and has a nice texture. It's not a big problem if it's astringent, just a little bitter. This is the taste for adults." Albert was playing with the little tiger, even though he didn't care about the fries at all.
Is it delicious with the original flavor or with a bit of bitterness?
"Meow?" Then Obert was deceived and put a French fries into his mouth doubtfully. But he really didn't like the slightly bitter taste of the cold French fries, so he spit it out immediately: "It's still hard."
eat!"
"Ah ha ha ha ha ha!" Albert burst into a series of laughs, amused by the little tiger's silly expression.
Not far away, Lawrence was busy coaxing Kate to eat the bland oatmeal that Kate disliked. When he heard Albert teasing Obert, he couldn't help but said a little bit unfairly: "You are a big man now."
Are you still bullying children?"
"I'm not bullying, I'm just joking." Albert wiped away some tears that welled up from the corners of his eyes due to the laughter, and suppressed his smile.
At this time, the Dawn shook and the ship began to change.
"Wow, it's separated again!" Kate said excitedly.
"Is this so fast? Their combat operations have started early, meow?" Albert also looked out the window curiously, but from this angle it was difficult to see clearly the separation process of the two modules of the Dawn. He could only see what was happening outside.
The less complex structure is changing.
"Because Mobydick's location has changed, the Dawn is now divided. The combat module will follow Cairo's fleet to pursue Mobydick, while the life module will sail to Cairo and join the battleships of Great Britain." Rest
Bediwell's voice came from the loudspeaker in the room: "You all should be more honest and don't cause trouble when we go out to fight. Do you understand?"
"Yes~yes~" Obert raised his hand and shouted, as if he thought Bedivere could see his positivity through something: "Uncle Wolf is going well!~"
"Of course, of course," Albert replied perfunctorily, as if sarcastically.
"Be safe, boss." Lawrence also said.
"This shouldn't be a dangerous battle," Bedivere continued, "but if we fail to come back...Lawrence, you will take over the command of the Dawn's life module and take care of the rest."
The people have settled down, do you understand?"
"Such a huge responsibility, just leave it to me..."
"When that time comes, Great Britain will naturally arrange staff to pick up the children, and those who should leave the ship will naturally leave." Bediwell continued: "After the ship is cleared, it will be yours."
.So don’t have too much pressure."
"You want me to take over an empty ship? Wouldn't it be worse------" Lawrence complained with a bitter smile.
"Huhu... Then just pray and hope that we can come back safely." Bedivere snorted and cut off the communication.
The Dawn's combat module was completely separated from the life module, and changed into a nearly cone-shaped, small assault ship, and began to move forward. The part of the life module where Albert and the others were located moved back, straight towards
Fly to the logistics fleet on the other side of Cairo.
"Just go away..." Kate hummed.
"They will come back safely," Lawrence advised.
"Probably not." Obert suddenly said: "If the elder brother is right, according to history, Uncle Wolf will die today."
Albert's expression changed: "What the hell are you talking about?"
"So, it is [history]." Aubert replied seriously, "What happened will definitely happen again, and it will never change. That is [established history]~!" (