"Thirty-seven people in the command tower, meteorological staff, helmsman, combat staff, recorder, radiotelephone communications sergeant, and flag officer, prepare for battle!"
"Fire command post! Twenty-three officers, lieutenants, and non-commissioned officers. The gunnery chief, rangefinder, and direction angle measurer remain alert!"
"Eighteen front turret lieutenants and non-commissioned officers are ready for battle. The 20mm quadruple machine gun mounts are under the unified jurisdiction of the firing command post. The switchboard operator, messenger communication sergeant and bathymetry sergeant have entered combat status!"
"All sailors, deck officers, gunners, boat captains, ammunition depot managers, and statisticians have entered combat mode. Ammunition carriers and security guards continue to work."
"Nine people from the Shipbuilding Department, non-commissioned officers, chief craftsmen, carpenters, weapon workers, sheet metal workers, blacksmiths, mechanics, and divers rushed to the second mast to collect weapons and prepare to fight!"
"Damage Control and Compartment Drainage Operation Department! Eleven lieutenants and non-commissioned officers, fire extinguisher, emergency repairman, foredeck cabin manager, and pipeline panel operator immediately joined the battle!"
The battle briefing was issued within forty seconds.
Jim returned to the Atlantic Ocean at this moment——
——Back to the most nervous and excited state.
Except for the officers in the boiler room and motor room, the Warrior has fully awakened. Four generations of thirty-six different families gathered together on this antique ship.
This ironclad ship requires 700 soldiers to operate it. According to the shift system, at least 200 people are needed not counting the combat department.
One of these one hundred and forty-four soldiers was divided into three people on the Warrior.
This dilapidated ironclad ship has a new turret, new machine guns, and the old sixty-eight-pounder gun has also withdrawn from the stage of history. The storage compartment below the deck has been rerouted and turned into a clean and neat bomb conveyor pipeline.
But there's still a little bit left, a little bit left.
The Warrior is like an old man in the sunset. To adapt to the 21st century, the old man needs some time to change clothes and wear equipment.
But there is no time anymore——
——It’s over!
The small arms in the hands of the sailors are the L85A1 assault rifles that were phased out in 2002. If you want to get fresh and hot HK goods in the UK, you not only need the military's procurement permission, but also need a damn long transportation time.
Facing the heavily armed Vampire flying soldiers, these naval warriors were like naked living targets. In order to carry mechanical equipment and artillery shells, they only had light secondary armor on them, and even the wearing rate of helmets was very low. .
The poor visibility left the soldiers with nowhere to start, and the violent storm and shaking hull made aiming and shooting a luxury.
But there is only one thing, only one thing that cannot be forgotten——
——From 1925 to today in 2025.
This hundred years, a century, four generations. They are all silently guarding the Commonwealth on the blue sea.
This incident alone boosted people's morale, and their strong will to fight was like a flame in a boiler that could not be extinguished by heavy rain and fear.
They are real regular troops, well-trained violent organizations, how could they lose to a group of gangsters who suck human blood and eat human flesh?
At this moment——
——Robert Downing's heart was shaking.
He and Mr. Jim rushed out of the command post and stood in the middle of the deck in the pouring rain, looking at the dark sky and the dark ocean, trying to distinguish the flying units in the sky from the waves, waves and rain.
If only there was light——
——It would be nice if there was light.
Almost everyone is hungry for light.
Whether it is the soldiers on the deck protecting the craftsmen.
He is still a craftsman who is repairing naval guns and building a cannon system.
Or the electrified engineering soldiers whose eyes were wide open and almost in tears in the dark environment below the deck.
Listen carefully——
——Something is coming!
The vampire vanguard has already begun to dive, descending rapidly at an altitude of 1,800 meters.
Jim remembers this sound, how these bat freaks dealt with anti-aircraft guns seventy years ago.
The acceleration of free fall is like the dive maneuver performed by an attack aircraft when bombing and dropping bombs, except that these two-meter-long combat units are more flexible. The howl the flesh membrane makes when it breaks the sound barrier is like a piercing brass trumpet.
"Meet the enemy!"
Jim and Robert raised their guns in the air almost at the same time.
The explosion of bullets continued, and clusters of sparks exploded in mid-air——
——More than twenty black shadows fell from the sky.
Their thick toe and claw joints cannot be used by human thermal weapons, and their huge body cannot wear bulletproof vests. However, thanks to the strong texture and thick subcutaneous fat, these fleshy bodies adhered by mycelin are like bulletproof Gel - It usually takes five or six bullets hitting the same spot to cause an effective kill.
Spreads of blood sprouted from the deck of the Warrior.
The two old men in the first turret were unable to get out of the way and were smashed into the cabin from the deck by the vampire.
These monsters are like meteors falling to the ground. They will not worry about minor injuries such as broken necks when attacking. Even if they fall from a high altitude and are smashed into meat patties, they can still pass through the two cores of the spiritual essence of the brain and the physical essence of Mrs. Bai in the belly. , to restore the body by sucking blood.
For these vampires, the body is the best ammunition.
Almost in the first round, sixteen Vampire shells hit the main deck of the Ironclad Warrior, and only four unlucky monsters were shot down. These monsters took away eight lives when they landed, and gradually recovered while sucking blood, and were about to attack. Go to the power boiler room!
Robert the Kid emptied the magazine and asked his grandfather: "How the hell did we win World War II?!"
"How do I know!" Old Jim limped towards the bombing point with shaky steps, "Follow me! These vampires are at their weakest when they land! This is their old trick! Enter the hull Inside, then start looking for ammunition racks and power chambers. If they come alive inside the ship, start wreaking havoc immediately!"
The second round of vampire bombardment has not yet come——
——Old Jim pulled a fire extinguisher from the cabin passage and sprayed sterilizing dry powder on the squirming mass of meat. Balazon and silver powder turned the mass of meat into a charcoal-like substance.
Robert looked at the crater above his head. The compartments of the deck were covered with a mesh of silver wire. These vampires had been cut into more than fifty pieces of flesh when they landed. It would probably take a long time to restore them to their original state. A long, long time.
Mr. Jim kicked away the filth covering the corpses of his comrades and explained with a complex expression: "You want to ask how we won? This is the answer..."
Robert quickly asked: "They ceased fire?"
"No, they are waiting for feedback from the first round of shelling." Jim and his grandson explained, while mobilizing four young men from the power room team to come out to do disinfection work: "This kind of shelling is like a calibration gun in a naval battle. If it is effective, They will continue to attack. If the attack is ineffective, they will immediately change their tactics."
Robert said nervously: "What will they do?"
"If there is no way to force the warship to cease, and there is no way to destroy our power system from the inside - these pilots will try their best to eliminate our effective forces. To put it simply, they will kill us all without destroying the ship." Mr. Jim rushed to the corridor with a cigar in his mouth, and was about to run back to the deck to prepare for a more intense close combat.
"Grandpa!" Robert Downing took out the panacea from his pocket and took out almost all the inventory.
Old Jim was confused: "What is this thing?"
Robert explained nervously: "It's called a panacea. It may be able to cure your legs and feet. I don't know if it works... But like you said, how will you know if you don't try it?"
Jim pointed at Tangning's nose and cursed, "Your performance in battle is like a first-class rookie! Such things should have been sent to logistics and distributed to all combat groups long ago!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man immediately gave himself a shot.
In just ten seconds, I saw that the skin on Jim's broken arm and leg was red and cracked, and new granulations were growing. There was some turbid pus and tissue fluid on the floor, and the bones were starting to grow like weeds that had seen the light of spring. Crazy growth.
Jim Downing was radiant, carrying his suitcase and walking like a nimble monkey on the deck. When he returned to the battlefield, his eyeballs had just grown back and the prosthetic eyes were pushed out of their sockets.
"Gloria! My good sister! Send this thing to the water tank!"
When Mr. Jim got this treasure, he immediately thought of pouring it into the fresh water pipeline of the battleship. As long as it was not fatally injured, the soldiers would not step into the line of fire.
He ran with all his strength, and had to cross the more than fifty meters of the central channel to meet the medical staff——
——Right now, right now.
The vampire's second attack came.
There was a noise of flapping wings in the sky. It was the vampire's change of tactics to annihilate the enemy after they felt the spiritual pressure of their companions disappearing inside the ship.
They cruised at low speed on the sea surface, riding against the turbulent waves to avoid radar detection, and prepared to board the ship for hand-to-hand combat.
"Free fire! Free fire! Free fire!" Jim's ears were healed, and the dense flapping notes from all directions made his scalp numb. He shouted to the fat man at the command post: "All sixty-eight Pound gun! Fire!"
The twenty-six ancient cannons in the middle compartment are no longer manned, but the modern fire control unit can allow them to fire, requiring only a small diesel engine to drag the parallel fire ropes.
The earth-shattering bombardment brought the warriors on the deck back to a hundred and fifty years ago.
The solid iron bullets blasted out a turbulent spray of water. This round of iron cannon salvos was like a lion shaking off its body, like a roar that shook the sky.
Legendary creatures possess speed and strength that are difficult for ordinary people to achieve.
But Isaac Newton, president of the Royal Society, said so.
——Forces interact with each other.
These carbon-based creatures use the holy blood of grace to leave the ground, and can achieve a terminal speed of Mach 1.5 when diving, and can maintain a terminal speed of 150 kilometers per hour when gliding with wings.
But in this state, even if a small stone hits their strong yet fragile bat body, it will cause horrific lacerations.
Twenty-six cannonballs exploded thick water columns around the ship. When they collided with the blood bats traveling at a speed of over 120 kilometers per hour, these flying soldiers were shattered into pieces in an instant like a plane hitting a hill.
They didn’t even understand before they died——
——Why this ship can explode with such amazing combat power.
The pre-war meeting stated that there were only one hundred and forty-four men left on the Ironclad.
But this fierce bombardment was like the roar of a full-scale ship crew a hundred years ago.
When more than two hundred vampires crashed into the deathly water columns, they were stunned by the strong sound and light. It was like falling into the sea from a height of 800 meters, and their bodies instantly fell to pieces at the sea level.
This is the last roar of the Black Prince.
The barrel of the sixty-eight-pounder gun was left unattended. If you want to hear the roar of shelling again, you must clean the barrel and reload it. There is no one next to the old antiques in the museum, leaving only darkness and silence.
There was also a diesel engine in the corridor of the gun room. It had just stopped running and was immediately taken away by the young sailors to be sent to the deck to do the work of pulling the sail cables.
There was only ten seconds of silence before the lucky vampires who survived the bombardment climbed onto the side of the Ironclad Warrior.
At that moment time slowed down——
——Robert Downing had just followed his grandfather's footsteps, emerged from the cabin, and returned to the front line of the battlefield.
Jim is holding a precious panacea in his hand, and there are 850 milliliters of potion in the box. Maybe it can further enhance the combat capabilities of the soldiers. He is going to run to the central tower and send all these things to the fresh water tank. , every soldier on the deck just opens the water valve and can immediately come back to life from the dying state.
There is a shadow that covers the sky and the sun behind him——
——The ferocious blood bat jumped out of the wooden window sill of the bar with a wingspan of almost three meters. The broken glass of the window sill drew blood stains on the face of this stupid and dirty vampire. The pain made this man The rude vampire aristocrat had no manners at all, his sharp toes and claws sparkled under the dim yellow light, and he was only one step away from Mr. Jim.
that moment--
——Jim almost thought he was dead.
With a stern expression, he suddenly threw the box in his hand far away.
The shiny silver box swirled and flew towards Grandma Gloria on the high platform in the middle of the distance.
Jim roared, "Send the water tank! Gloria!"
Just this second.
Robert was almost desperate——
——The bravest and most scolding captain of the entire Iron Warrior disappeared.
He was hugged by a strong vampire and knocked into the endless abyss of the ocean.
At the same time, the flying suitcase was intercepted by the clever vampire in mid-air, and its dexterous hooked toes held the handle of the suitcase.
Robert immediately raised his gun and wanted to shoot down the beast, but the scattered and weak steel-core bullets of the rifle bullets could not kill the weirdly smiling monster.
He pulled out Jiang Xueming's secondary weapon and fired all the COMBAT MASTER's silver bullets. He saw the vampire split into two pieces in the middle of the mast. Before he died, he threw the suitcase away and sent it to another companion.
"ah!------"
Little Robert almost went crazy.
His eyes were bloodshot, impotent and furious.
In the process of close combat, the sailors are no match for these monsters. They have no time to melt silver bullets. The shipyard is not a steelmaking plant, and it is difficult to kill these strong monsters with the obsolete British munitions on hand. shape.
After being screened by the 68-pound cannon, only more than forty blood bat pilots were left alive to climb onto the bow of the Warrior, but this was enough.
For four generations of Warriors, the road has come to an end.
The missile launchers are still there, but no one is operating them.
Robert Downing is about to face a shameful failure -
——More dense and dizzying noises came from the distance.
--what is that?
——Maybe more blood bats?
He saw the bloody second machine gun tower, the little brother who had lost half of his body, and his spine was exposed to the air.
He leaned against the fence and saw the empty, dark ocean. Old Tangning fell from this position and disappeared.
He saw the mast being broken by a vampire, and the Black Prince's large canvas fell down.
Tang Ning was disheartened. The black jade pyroxene around his neck was frantically absorbing the dark and low emotions in his heart. At the moment when his will to fight was destroyed, even the movements of raising the gun and reloading became mechanically numb.
Until a white dove landed on his arm, resting on his numb and stiff arm——
——That feeling is very strange.
He couldn't understand where the pigeon came from, or that it shouldn't have appeared on this precarious old antique that was about to sink.
Until this cute little pigeon turned its head, stared at Tangning with its blood-red eyes, and spit out a fresh, beating piece of soft meat from its sharp beak.
Robert recognizes it!
That's vampire flesh.
Until the little pigeon lowered its head, released the L85A1 mechanism, and completed the locking action.
Robert was brought back to reality by the crisp sound of the gun chamber locking!
He can't admit defeat!
He never gives up!
In the dark sea, there are still Martha's ashes and Martha's soul.
Only at this moment——
——Six strong bodies of blood-sucking monsters fell from the high Union Flag.
They howled miserably, and the soft flesh of their facial features seemed to have been cut open with sharp knives. Their teeth, eyeballs, and nasal cartilage were removed. Their ears were also missing. The cheekbones on their cheeks were exposed, giving them a terrifying skeleton face.
They fell on the solid deck and were immediately doused with the flames of the sailors' guns, and died into a ball of flesh.
"My dear young master!"
Under the dark clouds, a thin shadow slowly fell on the flagpole.
Winston Spencer——
— or Jack Martin.
He spread his arms, holding the Panacea box in one hand and Old Jim in the other.
"This business is not over until you settle the bill with me."
The dark crow-feathered cloak resembled a pair of buffer gliders. Hundreds of white pigeons clung to the ghost's torso, shoulders and thighs, flapping their wings vigorously.
Jack landed in front of Robert, and the white doves behind him scattered in all directions, trying to rescue other sailors.
Robert: "Winston...Winston?"
Jack handed Mr. Tangning, who was also stunned and speechless, back to Mr. Tangning, with a arrogant expression and a contemptuous tone.
"Take care of this little guy."
Jim was immediately ignited by the contemptuous lecture tone: "Where did you come from, a monster? You want to teach me how to do things!?"
Jack leaned close to Robert's ear: "I'm telling you, take care of yourself, at least write a suicide note, and the owner of the estate just needs to write my name -"
He pointed at Jim and winked at Tangning.
"-and take care of this little guy."
The dark figure turned into a thick cloud of smoke and disappeared in an instant.
The moment Jack disappeared, the two vampires hiding outside the side of the ship and lying on the armored ship's gun muzzle shivering immediately regained their confidence. They jumped from the side of the fence again, intending to pounce on Tangning and his grandson.
The dissipated black mist gathered into reality again——
——Jack appeared from the shadows, sawing meat and pulling out a fiery star flame on the iron plate and steel.
"Hahahahahaha!"
The hot blade cut open the neck of the first vampire, and the hot serrated blade sprayed hot blood on Old Jim's chest, and then broke open the belly of the second vampire——
——The spurting white lady covered Robert's face.
The two monsters were like dolls that had lost the traction of their silk threads. Their limbs were paralyzed and half-hanging on the fence. Amid terrifying and ferocious laughter, they were kicked into the sea by Jack.
He seemed to be visiting the vegetable market, turning back to chat with his grandfather and grandson.
"Sir Jim, I'm sorry, I was joking just now. It's a typical American joke, such as [Aha! I'm leaving! I'm not leaving! It's a lie!] Do you understand this kind of joke - I am an American , a verbose American."
He wiped the blood from the saw blade, making the silver-plated blade shine again.
"——But my father used to work in a British military factory, Lee Enfield, did you know?"
Old Jim shook his head dully.
Jack continued, with a sad expression: "It doesn't matter if you don't know. All in all, I respect you and my grandson very much - respect everyone on this boat. If these pigeons can be smarter and fly faster, I can Come here earlier, luckily I got there, luckily I got there.”
After that, he took the rifle from Robert's hand and poured thirty rounds of bullets behind him. The monster that had just climbed onto the deck fell back into the sea.
Putting the gun back into Tangning's hand, Jack turned into smoke and disappeared again.
The grandfather and grandson finally came to their senses and sprinted towards the middle tower.
The two of them worked together to pour the elixir into the fresh water tank, and finally had time to look back at the blood-stained deck——
——You don’t know if you don’t look at it, but you will enter an unknown and incomprehensible realm once you look at it.
On the spacious deck, there are about a dozen vampires who are killing the sailors of the Warrior. These monsters with supernatural power can pick up a piece of mutilated flesh with just a wave of their claws.
But at this moment, countless white pigeons were flapping their wings and flying towards the faces of these freaks. Robert scratched his head. He could even see a medical emergency team of three pigeons, two big pigeons pulling Following a seriously injured old man who was on the verge of death, he came to the water valve. A little pigeon used his head to unscrew the valve and release the water to save him.
The light of the knife in the black fog was like a weed cutter. It floated around the hull like a ghost. When it condensed into the human form of Jack Martin, it would bring up a thick layer of blood and drop a hot bat head.
That feeling is so weird——
——Because the weirdo in the shadow keeps laughing.
To spoil the atmosphere, the laughter started from the second turret and communication station.
It [hahaha] suddenly stopped, and then went to the machine gun tower to continue [hahaha].
It's like an old broadcast tape chuck, the smile is not very neat and smooth.
But under this shining silver saw blade, the speed of death of vampire monsters is too smooth - the black mist dissipates and takes shape again only a few seconds apart, and it can immediately take away one or two living vampire nobles.
After clearing the deck of enemies, this black mist got into the hull.
Jim immediately heard a ping-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong sound coming from below the deck, as if reinforcements descending from the sky had met a formidable opponent. He saw two huge blood bats crashing out of the stained glass of the VIP cabin, trying to escape - Jack. Martin followed closely and dragged them back into the room.
Jim asked, "Who the hell is this guy?!"
Robert shook his head violently: "I don't know!"
But there’s no time to explain——
——Three warning bombardments sounded from a very far distance, and huge splashes of water exploded on the bow and stern of the Ironclad Warrior.
"It's a navy frigate." Jim looked nervous and began to worry.
Tangning gritted her teeth: "What should we do? Do we really want to fight them offshore? Can we beat them?"
Jim was silent——
——The Ironclad Warrior is a historical legacy of the previous era.
It cannot withstand the main gun fire of modern warships. After a few shots, it will become a tombstone in the ocean.
Then, Captain Jim looked at his companions on the deck.
Under the treatment of the panacea, there are not many soldiers left who are still capable of fighting.
The only thing that can be done is to repair and maintain the turret urgently to prepare for launching artificial rain missiles.
"Run away..." Jim was very reluctant, but in this current state, he could only pray that the Warrior could get rid of these followers.
But even worse news immediately came from the command room in the command tower.
The correspondent's face was covered with blood, he stretched his neck while holding the radio, and shouted to Captain Jim out of the window.
"We have no place to escape! Captain! They sent a letter to warn us! The special service team has deployed floating mines in the nearby waters. If we go further northeast, the Warrior will be blown up and sunk!"
Jim shouted: "Then turn the ship around! Where did the frigates come from! Let's run out along their safe passage! I don't believe these brats dare to fire at the Warrior!"
"But... but the direction of the current has changed!" the correspondent said nervously and urgently: "The direction of the ocean current has changed! Captain! They only gave us ten minutes to think about it! Either surrender to the Royal Navy and return to Portsmouth Harbor Continue to be an antique museum! Or become a ball of sea foam! Like the Little Mermaid! These are their exact words!"
"God doesn't even have eyesight?!" Jim felt extremely unlucky: "This damn weather..."
One of the Warrior's masts was broken, and it was impossible to outrun the frigates with her boilers and twin sails.
Right now, right now -
——Fire suddenly appeared from the gun room of the Warrior's hull.
Just like the warning bombardment made by the frigate against the Warrior.
The six solid iron bullets before and after landed very far away, 1.5 kilometers away, accurately cutting off the frigate's flag and crashing into the sea.
Jim felt weird.
"Who's firing!?"
"who is it?"
"Did I give the order? Who is messing around?!"
An electronic control sergeant emerged from the cabin and said to the captain in a panic.
"I don't know! Captain! Just handling the deck is enough for us."
Jim roared like thunder: "Is it haunted!? There's no way the sixty-eight pounder cannon can move on its own! What little cutie didn't listen to my orders! He fired it privately!"
He rushed back to the cabin angrily, and returned to the twenty-six iron cannon cabin with Robert.
Immediately afterwards——
——I saw the night, the rain and the thunder.
There are spiritual bodies that seem real and illusory, and ghosts wearing sea soul shirts.
These sailors stood beside the cannon, skillfully carrying the shells and piercing the powder bags.
Until old Jim busted open the door——
——These ghost crew members all looked back.
Jim didn't say a word and just closed the door.
He was discussing with his grandson outside the door.
"We've seen a ghost, haven't we? Really, really."
Robert boy nodded.
"That's right...Grandpa..."
Jim asked next.
"I saw the third cannon on the starboard side. The loader was my father. Did you see clearly?"
Robert: "Look clearly, he looks exactly like me."
Jim suddenly lost his composure: "I don't know what to say, Robert. When I was young, when I first saw the Iron Warrior..."
Little Robert took out a rag from his military uniform. There was some engine oil on it, but it didn't stop him from wiping his grandfather's tears. "I know, you said it many, many times. You said that as long as you take a look at it, you will never be able to leave this ship again, and your soul will be gone." It’s going to be left here.”
"Right now, my mind is so confused by those frigates outside - the sudden changes and these inexplicable things have made my mind feel like a ball of mush." Jim continued: "My father didn't give me anything. What a legacy to leave, I didn’t expect to meet again on such an occasion, it’s so damn unlucky.”
Little Robert patted his grandfather gently on the back.
"It's a good thing..."
After Jack Martin finished taking care of the vampires on the deck, he appeared next to his grandfather and grandson.
He happened to push the door open and glanced into the gun room, and then showed the same astonished expression as Mr. Jim.
"Oh! Oh oh oh... oh!"
Jack waved his hand, looking embarrassed.
"Sorry, I went to the wrong door."
Then close the door and stop disturbing these undead.
The three of them stood by the observation window and saw only the turbulent waves outside the window beating against the hull of the ship from time to time. It was impossible for the Warrior to sail against the current at this moment.
There are thunders ahead and pursuers behind.
Jack leaned against the window and casually took out a cigar from Jim's pocket.
"Captain! I've cleared the deck, where are we going next?"
Old Jim was dejected: "There's no place to go, it's over."
Robert also said: "Thank you for your hard work, Winston, I didn't expect you to be so powerful..."
Jack scratched his face, feeling a little at a loss. He was a member of the British Army more than one hundred and sixty years ago and knew very little about things at sea. If the two sailors said there was no chance, then it was really no chance.
Old Jim banged the window sill unwillingly and said harshly: "We have just set off! I am so unwilling... If it weren't for this sudden weird ocean current, we might be able to drive more than a hundred nautical miles further."
"What does the master mean?" Jack didn't understand: "Master, can you explain it to me?"
Robert Jr. patiently explained: "The power system of the Ironclad Warrior is too old. It cannot outrun those modern ships in this ocean current environment."
Jack asked: "Is this kind of ocean current environment common?"
Little Robert shook his head: "It's rare, very rare. The sea is not as cloudy as the sky. All ocean currents have their own destinations. It's impossible to say that a current suddenly changed its direction in a certain year. Damn it..."
The words have not yet fallen——
——Splashing waves from the observation window.
The entire Ironclad Warrior was squeezed and deformed by the sudden turbulent water, and the keel and frame shook, making a creaking scream.
The craftsmen soldiers on the deck who were still racing against time had their butts hurt from falling.
When they climbed up, they grabbed the rope of the fence, stretched out their bodies and stretched their necks to look outside. What followed was death-like silence, and a strange and soft light illuminated the faces of these soldiers.
In the originally dark storm, there were three more ships surrounding the Ironclad Warrior——
——To be specific, it suddenly appeared out of thin air!
A question came over the radio from the communications station, a stern question directed at Jim Downing.
It was the question the staff officer asked with a trembling voice but trying to stay rational when his mind was almost in a state of madness.
"What are those ships?"
Looking out of the circular observation window, Jim could only clearly see two warships about eighty meters away.
"The Royal Oak was sunk by the German U-47 submarine in Scapa Flow on October 14, 1939."
"And the Hood, which was sunk by the German Bimax on May 24, 1941."
Old Jim was racing through the cabin.
He wanted to run to the other porthole to see the last warship clearly.
"Also...the battleship Barham was sunk by the submarine U-331 in the Mediterranean Sea."
Staff Officer: "You mean...these are ghost ships?"
"Fuck you! These are heroic ships!" Before Jim could finish cursing, he saw a dark shadow appearing in the sea no more than fifty meters away from the Iron Armored Warrior.
The huge rusty ship broke through the waves——
——The three finally saw clearly how these ships appeared on the sea.
The coral-covered turret, command building and bridge were all covered with green burrs.
If you look closely with a telescope, you can see that there are fish jumping in the satellite dish on this ship.
As the steel and ocean currents beat up water columns tens of meters high, it has not stopped yet, and small vortices generated by the underwater cavity can still be seen. After these vortices completely dissipated -
——Old Jim switched the intercom to the public channel and asked the staff to transmit the communication signal to the new generation of young men on the frigate.
"The last ghost ship shown on your radar is the George V-class battleship HMS Prince of Wales. My team once served on this ship and visited the United States with Churchill to sign the Atlantic Charter."
"On December 10, 1941, it became a heritage under the sea in Malaysia. Today, it has returned here after traveling thousands of miles."
"Now! Who is the Royal Navy?"
"You brats! The sky! It's going to clear up!"
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