Chapter 503

Old friends meet again.

A few months ago, Lorraine made a special trip to visit Nelson under house arrest during the naval battle to baster.

The process of that meeting was by no means harmonious. After all, whether it was sincere or false, there is no doubt that Lorraine did break through the social distance.

Collinwood, not to mention that Lorraine and his last meeting went back to the distant sea sweeping operation. That time, Collinwood was only accompanied by the outpost naval battle part. After landing, he took the fleet back to Kingston.

So, a year later.

Time makes three excellent young people uncontrollably alienated, which is particularly obvious between Lorraine and Collinwood.

Fortunately, their friendship was originally built around Nelson. Nelson adjusted the atmosphere, and the atmosphere of the box found an opportunity to heal in a few words.

There was a sudden change in the sea.

At a distance of less than 800 meters, the secret service formation suddenly poked out its deep fangs, and the target pointed directly to the center of the battle array of the first formation, the fulcrum of inverted V, the flagship of the formation, the Mistra.

The distance between the ships of the first formation is 150 meters, the distance between the future and the freshman code is 100 meters, and the lady is sandwiched between them.

If the two sides maintain this state of engagement, the Mistra will be sandwiched by the three ships with the strongest firepower of the secret service formation within a radius of 50 meters, while her wingships are scattered on both wings, and at least half of the warships cannot enter the effective range.

So immediately assemble at the center and force the secret service formation to turn by reducing the ship distance?

The close combat between the fleet and the fleet takes mobile warfare and short-range close fire as the main combat mode, which is very different from the conventional battle line mode. The battle line pursues the stability and fine-tuning performance of the warship, and the combat, speed and coordination are the magic weapons for the warship to settle down.

Once the ship distance is reduced, the action of the first formation will inevitably become clumsy, and the ships cannot cooperate in time. No matter which side the claws of the secret service formation turn, they will have no power to fight back.

No one expected that the first formation with grand prestige and obvious advantages was forced into a dangerous situation as soon as the war began.

What would they do? Is the flagship allowed to face danger, or abandon the car to protect the commander and regroup?

Hundreds of hearts were hanging, and the tension on the observation platform was the same as that on the Mistra.

"Distance 750! 700! 650..."

The distance between the two formations is shrinking rapidly, and the advantage of the drill situation is falling to the secret service formation faster and faster.

The sailors ran frantically on the deck of the Mistra. The sailors in charge suppressed their emotions and waited anxiously for the order of adjustment.

But nothing.

Fafuna hangi, the captain of the first formation and the captain of Mistra, was lying motionless on the bow of the ship. Her petite figure was pressed on the huge writing board filled with charts. She held up a feather pen soaked in red ink in her hand, but she couldn't draw it.

She was obviously hesitating, and this hesitation... Who knows how long it will last.

Chenory kicked over a chore running around on the deck and asked him to recheck the fixation of boxes and barrels near the mast. He stepped on the forecastle step by step.

"Lieutenant! Please..."

Strong Annie blocked the stairway that must be passed upstairs and stared at him from a commanding position: "the governor is thinking and shut your mouth!"

Chenory's old face turned black: "there is a lot of time for careful thinking. Now the first thing is to avoid and calm the nervous mood of the crew!"

"Nervous? Only you fools who don't trust the governor are nervous." Annie hung up an unpleasant sneer. "The reporting distance has been going on all the time. The old man of the White Pelican knows that the governor hasn't issued an order, which means it's not the time to give an order!"

"Distance 550!" the platform under the foremast shouted like thunder.

Chenory was so angry that his muscles trembled: "it's not the time? It's going to enter the range of mortar. When is the time!"

"Of course..."

"Ann... Annie..." the voice was light, and the wheezing noise was heavier than the voice.

Annie abandoned Chenery and ran to favna quickly: "favna, I'm here."

"Distance 400, formation 3, around the back..."

"Yes!"

"Mistra, grey, brenhild don't move, to distance 300, team five..."

"Team five tactics?" Anne stared.

"300 range?" Chenery stared.

"Well." favna shrunk between two muscle monsters like a poor little quail, "Mistra half sail, brenhild full sail, here..."

Her pen drew an intermittent curve in the sea not far in front of the Mistra.

"Here is the ridge..."

……

"Distance 400!!!"

"Order! Left and right wing No. 3 tactics, the left rudder and the left rudder turn back 15 degrees, and the right rudder turn back 15 degrees!"

"Order of the governor! The left-wing order ship white pelican, the right-wing order ship gray backed falcon, execute!"

"White Pelican reply received!"

"The return order of the grey backed Falcon has been received!"

"The transformation begins!"

"Distance 350! Enemy ship bow gun jamming!"

The lady's lower bow gun fired first, and two 18 pound short guns roared out shells, sending huge spray of water 200 meters away from Mistra.

The first formation began to change its formation under the attention of hundreds of eyes. The three ships of the middle array maintained their original state, and the class VI ships on the left and right wings played their full rudders neatly and uniformly under the command of the order ship.

The formation blooms like flowers. In the process of changing direction, the ships with ladder like oblique lines gather in a track. Taking the ship as the head ship, they draw round twists and turns towards the back of the secret service formation.

The exclamation on the viewing platform was louder.

The short change of formation just now clearly showed the tactical ability of the first formation beyond the water and the absolute respect for the commander's orders.

They gave full play to the characteristics of orderliness and evolved a beautiful visual sense. It was like God coming, using high-speed ships as pens and waterlines on the canvas of the sea!

Collinwood stood up with a cry and looked at the residue of the water line that was fainting all around on the water: "how long has this formation been established!"

"The first formation was the earliest formation of the direct fleet, but it was 37 days ago that Mistra became their flagship and Han Ji became the commander of the formation."

Lorraine knows everything.

"Katrina made great efforts for Han Ji to control the formation. In order to support her captain, she left the hospital before she recovered. Even now, she can't live without a wheelchair."

"Thanks to the tireless support of the deputy governor, Han Ji soon established his prestige in the formation. The training volume of the first formation this month is two days off and one day off, that is, two days at sea and one day in Hong Kong. With this training volume, it is natural to play an excellent role in coordination."

Nelson poked his head out of Collinwood.

"How about little Pierce's training?"

"Little pierce..." Lorraine thought, "the secret service formation just came back from the expedition in West Asia and is still in the stage of adaptive rest. It will arrange one sea training and two land training every ten days, one day at a time."

"Is your fleet really out of production?"

"Just basically out of production," Lorraine said. "Normally, if the branch escort force is insufficient, the direct fleet will still provide force support."

"However, this period of time is quite special. The first and second formations are being reorganized due to the battle of baster, and the special service formation is on an expedition rest. The production task is suspended, and the daily operation training is only maintained at the minimum standard."

"Two jobs and one rest is the minimum standard?"

"Er... That's independent training. The training intensity of secret service is the minimum standard..."

"It sounds that the energy of both sides is much worse." Nelson pointed to the sea, "but although it is a good choice to go around, the flagship of the first formation is still three to three on the front..."

Nelson's words suddenly broke in the middle.

He stared at the change of the sea, and his fingers outside the box trembled uncontrollably.

"God, this change..."