Five fifty-one in the morning.
"Feng! When will our weapon system come in handy!?"
Captain Jim turned the wheel and blew the whistle.
"Friends! Stand still! We have to turn around!"
The fat first mate, who was staggering around on the deck and looked embarrassed, almost fell down. He followed the engineers and squeezed under the main gun's mounting platform to check the armored warrior's injuries. He shouted angrily to the radio station: "Give it to me. twenty minutes!"
Jim: "Fifteen minutes!"
"At least twenty minutes! The weather is too bad! This is not a wooden ship or an iron cannon! This is a delicate mechatronic thing!" Feng's expression was fierce as he dug into the cracks in the deck, "Where are we going next? Captain? "
"The Oak is navigating for us. I have to follow it. It's heading to Alham Bay in the English Channel!" Jim's eyes were wandering, filled with excitement and anxiety.
The fat first mate saw clearly the wiring in the horizontal cracks on the deck, and after checking the damage to the bomb conveyor belt, he finally felt relieved. The damage caused by the direct fire from the main gun just now did not damage the Warrior's pipelines and the deck's reinforcements. It's fine. There is no sign of the turret base tilting or collapsing, which is the best case scenario.
"Fifteen minutes!" the first mate immediately changed his words: "Jim! You can continue to set off fireworks in ten minutes at the earliest! Are we going to the direction of the Three Needles? According to these brats! Didn't they throw fireworks in that water? Floating thunder?"
Jim had a complicated expression: "Yes..."
Ms. Gloria's urgent voice came over the radio: "Captain, who are we fighting? There may be my children on those three frigates, and they went to the aircraft carrier formation."
Jim replied without thinking: "It's the Adventurer, Bulldog and Richmond, one old and two new."
Gloria: "That's okay..."
Feng: "How did you know?"
Jim laughed loudly: "You guessed it! Otherwise? Are you going to check the flood net on the ship? Wake up! My first mate, we don't have a reconnaissance plane now. Listen carefully! Do you hear anything?"
"It's a helicopter!" Feng exclaimed.
Jim analyzed: "It's a Merlin HM.1 helicopter. The USS Richmond frigate can park two of them - it is dropping vampire cannonballs on us, a group of sixteen people. In thunderstorm and windy weather, these monsters want to get close to It is difficult to fly into cumulonimbus clouds above 800 meters with wings. They went up by helicopter."
As the Warrior turned, a flare lit up in the far distance where the sea level could be seen.
"The other two frigates have been silent since they were hit by the warning bombardment of the 68-pound cannon. I assume that they are all new electric-propulsion ships launched in the past few years. The complex gear sets of hybrid oil and electricity make their power systems somewhat weak. There is something wrong, and it takes time to self-check and troubleshoot - in this peaceful era, Britain cannot afford to lose any more ships, especially new ones that have been launched not long ago."
The ancient ghost battleship draws a magnificent arc in the Alem Bay.
The decaying stern of the Oak stirred up cloud-like foam and floated far away.
The Armored Warrior opened its last remaining sail. As an old-timer who had fought in the First World War, it struggled to turn. It emitted a horrifying note from the bones of its armor, and finally kept up with this untimely death. descendants.
"Winston Spencer!" Jim shouted loudly: "If you are free! Go and help the first mate! I just saw you can tear vampires apart! You must be very strong..."
"Sorry! Captain Jim! I'm busy! -"
A black shadow flashed out of the window of the command tower. Jack quickly passed by with the head of the vampire monster, and threw the hot bat head into the sea. Then he got back into the boat to deal with the disinfecting of the undead resurrected creature. Blood clan.
"——Let my little pigeons help you!"
The pigeons who were originally helping the wounded to open the floodgates and release water all got into the cracks in the armored warrior's deck.
They scrambled to squeeze into the pit, grabbing wood slag and broken steel from the inside of the hull. If there were large pieces of more than a hundred kilograms, they gathered into a group and slowly pulled them out of the connecting channel of the cabin.
"Robert! Robert, what are you doing?" Jim called to his grandson loudly: "The starting point is working! Robert! There is a shortage of people everywhere now!"
Little Robert was observing the status of the Oak at the bow. According to this route, it should have hit a floating mine long ago - was the enemy just bluffing? Want to scare the Warrior back into Portsmouth Harbor?
"Grandpa! I saw the low mountain at the Isle of Wight Zoo!"
Robert Jr. shouted into the radio.
"No mines! None!"
Jim: "No?"
Robert smiled happily: "Really not! There was no mine warning, and there was no explosion! The Oak drove fast and steadily."
Jim cursed: "Silly boy, the thunder can't hurt it, the charge is only 150 kilograms, the Oak is very strong..."
Talking and talking——
——Old Jim stopped talking.
Little Robert: "Grandpa, what's wrong?"
Jim: "..."
The Hood was escorting from the rear. It was very close to the Ironclad Warrior. It tilted and capsized several times due to the huge cavity in the hull, making it look precarious.
As long as you stand on the side of the ship and look back, you can see its empty walkways and decks. You can see its turrets still rotating to search for enemies. The rust in the base and steel plates emits high-temperature steam and sparks.
Further on is the Prince of Wales at the end of the line.
Nothing could be seen on its middle deck, only terrifying holes.
Before it sank to the bottom of the sea, workers at Elsway Arsenal were still assembling its main gun.
Cruising and escorting further away is the Barham. It has always maintained a T-shaped drift state towards the enemy, aiming all turrets at the pursuers in the rear.
What surprised Robert Jr. was that Barham's hull tilted fifty degrees to one side, as if it was deliberately hiding the torpedo wound below the waterline. In this side-drifting state, its speed can still be maintained at about 22 knots. It's like hell...
"Boy, is there a possibility..." Old Jim's hand holding the radio was trembling: "They are not the only ones who are here to help us tide over the difficulties. This weird ocean current is pushing the Warrior forward all the way. Maybe In the next year, U.S. East Coast fishermen will be able to catch those stray mines."
Little Robert leaned on the fence and looked into the deep sea. Countless stars were shining under the dark sea level. Those light sources were like the signal lights of a dead ship and sunken ship lighting up again.
For a moment, he even had an illusion.
I mistakenly thought that these phantoms were really hanging upside down below the sea level, but they were still sailing.
Not only the battleship, he even saw the inverted light shadow of the Titanic cruise ship.
It’s just that the water is too dark and the waves are too strong.
Before he could see clearly, the raging ocean current pushed the Warrior further away.
Right now, right now -
——The radar sent out three highlighted signals.
The pursuers are coming.
Riding on this warm and dark ocean current, the Richmond rode the wind and waves, carrying two new naval ships -
"——Come and eat the cannonballs!" The fat old man knocked open the door of the command tower.
Jim: “Can’t you just open the door normally?!”
The fat man was wet all over and shivering from the cold: "It's so windy and rainy outside! The command building of this broken ship shouldn't have this door!"
Jim: "What did you just say? You actually called it a broken ship!"
Feng: "Otherwise? We have artillery! The anti-aircraft machine gun can also be used! Captain! Do you want to duel me at this juncture?"
It was rare for Jim to lose in a bickering session, and now was not the time for vindictiveness.
"First mate! Let's go to the fjord! They're too fast!"
The first mate said in surprise: "What do you want to do? Do you really want to..."
Jim was already turning the wheel—
"-Where is your fighting will? First officer! Are you staying in the bunker in Berlin forever? With your Führer?"
There is no doubt that Jim wanted to sink the three British frigates in service.
When the Richmond dropped blood cannonballs onto the Ironclad Warrior's deck, Jim had already thought about it - this was never over.
"Dean!" Jim just shouted.
A steamer was immediately dropped from the Ironclad Warrior. The director of a nursing home usually had to wear many hats. In addition to taking care of the polo team, when the captain made outrageous demands, the malnourished old man also had to work part-time as an observer and watcher. Gunnery estimator.
"Jim, I'm already in place. Next time - if there is a next time, I hope your grandson will be more thoughtful and buy a few floating radars." The dean sat in the back of the small motorboat and held his hand. He held the tiller and held a telescope in one hand: "But there is a saying. In this era, in this environment, in the storm, physical detection is more effective than electric detection."
Thunder flashed from time to time in the dark clouds, and seven ships were racing at extremely high speeds in the violent sea. Their speed exceeded thirty-three knots, circling the fjord around the mountains of the Isle of Wight.
"Boom——"
The low shelling followed the thunder.
The Richmond was the first to attack. The shells from its secondary battery landed on Barham's stern. It was like a child who saw a ferocious adult and didn't know what was going on. He tentatively gave him a fist to calibrate the ballistic trajectory. , identify the bullet points and prepare for the next attack.
But in answer to Richmond——
——It's the gunfire from Barham's port side!
At that moment, the people on the Warrior almost felt deaf.
On the observation boat in the storm, the old dean only felt the hot wind blowing against his face, and the scorching flames passing above his head were like a meteor shower. The sudden bombardment made his eyesight blind, and his mind was shaken by the bright light and loud sound, but he still reported the battle situation. Plan your next sailing route.
"Jim! Now Richmond has suffered a big loss! It seems that it can't figure out the capabilities of these ghost ships, nor where they come from - I saw three fires on its deck, and the command tower has exploded into the sky. It has almost no ability to fight back. If the other two frigates were smarter, they would not take the initiative to attack these ghost ships."
Jim shouted sternly: "Damn it! This guy actually dared to fire at Baham? Do you understand what this means? He actually fired at the heroic ship? Where does it have the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard!?"
"Calm down! Jim!" The dean said immediately: "I have been to the Isle of Wight. If you want to defeat these two newcomers, you want to sink the Adventurer and the Bulldog. Find it between the third peak and the fourth dwarf peak. A gun mount!"
Jim asked, "Are we going to send cannonballs over the mountains?"
Feng Zhui asked: "This is too difficult!"
The Prince of Wales had just passed the side of the observation boat, and the huge water pressure difference almost caused the small boat to be stirred into the battleship's fan blades.
The dean narrowly escaped death several times and finally had time to answer.
He hugged the radio station and observed the angle between the mountains of White Island and the ship with his naked eyes.
"No! Don't think about avoiding the mountains, but smash them! The mountains in the Monkey Paradise Zoo are all landscape mountains. I have taken my granddaughter there several times. Don't underestimate our 16-inch main gun! It is MK6 ! Its shells can break nine meters of concrete. I think it will not be a problem to directly penetrate these rockeries. They can block electromagnetic waves and sonar. In such a violent storm, satellite radar cannot see us-"
The dean quickly typed out the bombardment coordinates on the radio and said.
"——Take advantage of their blindness to blast these vampires. We only have one chance, Jim! The Warrior was hit by the main guns of these frigates, and there was no chance of a full circle around Britain...I... "
At this moment, the old dean heard the sound of the helicopter.
He looked up and saw a dozen shadows in the sky, flapping their wings, as if he heard the loud noise coming from the radio station.
"Jim..." The polo captain wiped the rain off his face. He couldn't wipe it clean. "When you saw the Prince of Wales, were you crying?"
Jim: "It's just raining too much."
The last message came from the radio.
"Goodbye Captain!"
Then came the roar of close-in defense cannons.
Old Jim wanted to say something, but his body was dragged down by the huge inertia of the Warrior's turn and he almost fell down.
He finally climbed back to the steering wheel and put the headphones back on.
"Damn it! Were you saying goodbye to me just now? What the hell happened to you? Are you still alive?!"
The sound of rustling wind and rain came from the other end of the radio station.
The old dean finally got up from the motorboat, pushed away all the dirt on his body, and cleaned the blood bat meat in his arms.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
The weather-beaten veteran cursed and saw the Prince of Wales clearly. Its stern cannon was roaring and spitting out tongues of fire. The heroes in the machine gun building were like a dream, like a layer of faint blue gauze. They had blood-red eyes. , the body is filled with bright starlight filled with spiritual power.
Same as the British Union Jack.
The rain washed away the flesh and blood on the old dean's face. He picked up the radio and cursed the mothership Warrior.
"It's like going back to fucking North Korea! I have PTSD! Damn it! I broke my guard!"
Jim wondered: "Have you ever fought this battle?"
Old Dean: "If it weren't for this bloody rain, I might have forgotten it. I thought I could forget it! I could forget it! Fuck you United Nations Army! Fuck you world peace..."
Jim: "Hahahahahaha! Hahahahaha!"
The old dean ordered sternly: "It's time to fire! You missed at least two bombardment points! Now it's the third one!"
The squad officers of the Ironclad Warrior roared.
"——Be careful! Fix your body! Resist the impact!"
The turret turned very slowly. When the old ship entered the corner of the fjord, it had been relying on the coordinates broadcast by the observation boat to lock the two ships behind the mountain.
Three main guns and six secondary guns are its last resort.
There was no order to fire.
The hot warhead came out of the gun barrel, and the muzzle fireworks were like fireworks in the night sky, offering the most precious gift to Britain's newborn babies.
They flew through the violent storm, crashed into the scenic mountains of White Island, and smashed the fountain and swings of Monkey Mountain. In the beast area two hundred meters away, the lions brought from Africa were so frightened that they cursed.
They drilled out of the mountain, crossed the barbecue camp, and flew over the heads of the young punks who had been looking for excitement for thirty-two nights to have a swinger party. The hot flames and air currents set their tents on fire, leaving them naked in the wind and rain.
They hit the Adventurer's ammunition rack—
——With just one click, more intense firelight emerged from the cabin of the ship's hull.
Fifteen seconds passed - the roaring sound of gunfire continued, and the Warrior was enduring the Bulldog's counterattack.
Second salvo - the afterglow of the sun that never sets The setting sun now rises from the east.
The sun almost blinded the vampire in the Bulldog's command building.
The shell weighing more than one ton was pressurized by the 406 mm caliber gun barrel and landed on the front armor of the Bulldog, almost moving the entire hull horizontally by ten centimeters.
The six Harpoon anti-ship missiles flying from the west side of the mountains were all intercepted by the Prince of Wales. They were either intercepted by close-defense weapons or intercepted by the ship's hull. They blocked the side of the Ironclad Warrior like an impenetrable tower. The tower of Transcendence.
The battle lasted only a short minute.
You can see the fruitful results on the other side through the rockery.
Half of the bow of the two British upstarts was paralyzed in the shallows offshore of the Isle of Wight. In order to salvage the hull and preserve the crew, they had to beach themselves and land.
After confirming this matter, it was determined that the enemy had no ability to fight back, lost the will to fight, did not raise the white flag, and surrendered.
The missile carrying silver iodide on the Warrior finally took to the sky.
In the distant sky, the sun had just escaped into the clouds, and the fleeting sunlight melted the four ghost battleships. Their rusty hulls were like fragile ice flowers, and they made a violent collapse sound, which lasted only a few dozen seconds. In no time, it sank to the bottom of the sea.
There's no way Jim and Robert would let it go.
Immediately afterwards, the Warrior turned around and sailed further north along the north shore of the English Channel.
For them, this journey has just begun.
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