Chapter 505

"The freeboard is over!"

On the Mistra, Anne's roar mingled with the cries of the sailors.

"Put out the fire on the main mast sail immediately, organize people to replenish the sail, and protect the sail as much as possible... Judge the failure?"

Anne opened her mouth, coughed twice and changed her expression.

"The referee decided that the main mast No. 1 and No. 2 were unable to hang the sails, and the order was withdrawn. The exposure maniac picked two people to put out the fire on the sails and wrap them up. Don't make it difficult for the referee on board."

"Wild woman, your master Chenery is not an exhibitionist!"

"Yes, you just don't like wearing clothes." Annie put her hands perfunctorily, suddenly lifted the corners of her eyes and was murderous. "Fool, go and put out the fire, or I'll kill you."

"Well, your master Chenery is not a fool!" Chenery complained weakly, turned around and flew downstairs.

"All units shall count the damage, casualties, ship damage and judge the damage, and report it to the command post as soon as possible without delay!"

Annie's voice echoed everywhere on the deck. It was hoarse and wild, but it could reassure the people on board.

The crew regarded her as the captain's courage and voice. Without her, fafuna's character can't even communicate with people normally. It is precisely because of her that the former White Pelican, the current Mistra and the first formation can make amazing and even frightening tactical actions again and again.

For example, just now, they were on the line with the lady of Attis

First, the bow gun within 70 meters to the wave, and then like a needle, it was inserted into the ship distance of only 50 meters between the lady and the new code, close to... Literally close to the side of the lady, and squeezed out the surrounding circle.

They have done such a terrible thing, but they are still alive. Not only are they alive, but Mistra has kept the general judgment intact. The injury is at least much lighter than that of a lady and a freshman!

From the perspective of hindsight, the thrilling trip just now was the perfect combination of calculation and luck.

As the first ship of the second generation of God class, the experience of the Mistra and covarkiri has maximally improved the configuration at both ends of attack and defense.

Only for the actual part, the 24 pound short gun replaces the 12 pound long gun originally configured on the upper layer, with 6 on each side and 12 on both sides.

The upper deck was closed, raising the original lower freeboard. 16 pieces of 1.5-inch external armor were installed on each side of the hull outside the gun cabin, with a total of 32 pieces of 1.5-inch external armor. It takes 18 pounds of direct attack to break through at a distance of 50 meters and more than 24 pounds to break through.

The iron fence for protecting the mast is also the first design of valkiri's practice. There is also a movable gun guard plate. Combined with the closed upper deck, it can forcibly raise the side height of Mistra to the same level as the design height of the lady, which greatly provides protection for the personnel on board.

With these upgrades, especially the significant improvement of the defensive end, they really achieved the perfection they never dreamed of.

The relative distance was 40m and the relative speed was 9.2 knots. After shelling, the Mistra turned to the right rudder for 5 degrees and cut into the side. When it cut in, it was only 7m away from the lady. When it was parallel and staggered, the side distance between the two ships was reduced to less than 3m. After three degrees of collision, four armour pieces collapsed successively, and the mesh underframe was greatly deformed.

At this distance, she fired at the lady and the new ship.

The new student code has a range of 35 to 40 meters, 11 out of 16, and seven direct shots.

Due to the low side height, no one shot was successfully thrown high. It was determined that the armour on the starboard side of Mistra flew 5, the upper deck was closed and damaged in two places, and the No. 3 auxiliary gun (24 pound short) was disabled.

The Mistra hit 7 out of 16, three straight shots. One of them was judged to be broken down, the second main gun of Xinsheng code No. 6 and No. 7 was disabled, one was thrown onto the deck, it was judged to be broken down and cause fire, 6 sailors were lost and the sailor was seriously injured.

The firing range of the lady was 0 to 5 meters. 9 of the 21 guns failed to fire due to collision. There were 11 of the remaining 12 shots, including 2 high throws and one hit.

The high throw that hit hit hit the main mast, causing the main mast sail to catch fire, and the two cross sails were judged to be disabled. The rest of the shells hit the port side of the Mistra because of the firing distance.

The port armour was either broken or destroyed. Theoretically, the side armour was stripped clean. In addition, it was judged to be broken at one upper deck and two hull. The port side auxiliary guns No. 3 and No. 4, main guns No. 1, No. 6 and No. 7 were judged to be disabled, and 31 sailors were lost.

Mistra's counterattack could not have such a group pulling effect. 11 of the 16 were fired, all of them hit the hull, and the No. 9 main gun on the port side of the lady was disabled.

The real damage to the lady was the first bow gun fire.

Due to Mistra's accurate high throw, its bowsprit, bow sail and port bow gun were judged to be disabled, 7 sailors were lost, and Dylan snapps, deputy commander of the formation, died.

And because the judgment content also includes some inclined cables, according to the exercise rules, the lady had to invalidate these inclined cables first, and then bypass them and reconnect the sails.

In this process, the masthead sail of the lady was equivalent to complete incapacitation, and the actual impact on the navigation was much greater than that of the bowsprit really interrupted by the enemy in battle.

Pierce could not help but feel the unreality of waking up from a shipwreck and finding himself alone on a desert island.

This unreal feeling peaked at the moment he saw Dylan.

Dylan stood in front of him, splashed with fishy red paint, emitting a rotten fishy smell, and scratched his hair embarrassed.

"Daddy, are you really dead?"

"Dead."

"How did you die?"

"I was commanding the engagement on the bow deck, and the result was that Misra's bow gun exploded right above my head. I narrowly escaped the fragment, but..."

Dylan wiped her red face with her red hand.

"Adelay said that according to the drill rules, I was completely burned by the incendiary bomb. Now I'm coke. I can't even see my face."

Pierce's brow was green with veins. "Mr. edley..."

"Yes!"

"If I remember correctly, the president said that if we can't make a key breakthrough, even if the NS project can't succeed in ten years..."

"Yes," said edley, holding a thick drill rule book, "but this is a drill..."

"Exercise imagination can not exceed reality, otherwise it will lose reference significance."

"You're right." edley nodded apologetically. "I take back the preface, deputy governor snapps. Referring to the existing technology, you can't be burned to death. You should be killed by shrapnel."

"Considering your shot location and shot area, there should be more than 20 fragments hitting you, and the largest fragment belonging to you will not exceed the size of your forearm in theory."

"Forearm..." Dylan raised his hand and compared his head. "It seems that even if I change my way of death, I still can't keep my face..."

"That's not accurate..."

"That's really inaccurate!"

Edre tried to comfort, but pierce brutally interrupted him.

"Mr. edley, the existing technology can't send the shrapnel to daddy's head and blow it up. It's still a flowering bomb, but it's a high explosive bomb instead of a combustion bomb!"

"You are too tangled with details..."

"And, please tell me, what shrapnel can break a lady's bow and mast?"

"Part of the paint at the landing position is wrapped around your bowsprit. According to the drill rules, it should be regarded as being broken by chain bullets," edley replied cleanly.

"Chain bullet? What was Dad divided into?"

"Shotgun."

Pierce was crazy: "please make it clear whether what Mishra hit was a shotgun or a chain bullet!"

Edley hugged the rule book and thought, "there are all."

"But there is only one bullet on the deck!"

"It's beyond the description of the rules," edley said. "Vice president, live fire drill is a new thing. I'll feed back the problems you encounter to the fleet drill section, but that's after the battle. Please concentrate on the battle now."

"Ha?!" pierce trembled with anger. "What about our attack? Thirty-two pounds just rode on her face and hit the shell of Mistra. Why does she look like nothing? Am I only qualified to hit her armor?"

"It should be more than hitting and flying armor pieces, but according to the drill rules, most of the benefits of landing are only armor breaking."

"Hey! Is this drill rule too biased towards Mistra? Even if you refer to the test parameters of the maritime group, 32 pounds can easily break through the hull of the destroyer after breaking through 1.5-inch iron plate? Zero distance!"

Edley had no expression on his face: "first, the referee on Mistra is not me. My words are just a reference based on the drill rules. Second, you can have doubts. Please wait until you appeal..."

"I doubt the impartiality of the referee!"

The conversation suddenly.

The resentful Pierce, the helpless Dylan, the busy crew and the solemn and serious edre are stitched together into a famous painting called "strike".

Edley put down the rule book and looked at pierce without hesitation.

"One last question about you."

"At the referee meeting before the drill, the president lectured all the chief referees and warned us not to forget our duty."

"Drake is a chamber of Commerce. As long as it is the work content, everyone, every ship, every gun and everything we do should serve the business."

"The essence of this live fire drill is the product promotion meeting of the maritime group and build momentum for the real estate transaction in Miami. Since it is a promotion meeting, we need to find out the target users of each ship."

"The target groups of seabird class and Jiaohua class are ordinary chambers of Commerce and powerful individual businessmen. They need to see the speed and self-protection ability of the ship."

"The target group of the generation of God attendants is a powerful large chamber of Commerce. They need to see the different performance of the ship against the strong and the weak."

"The upper and lower limits of the second-generation God class and valkiri class benchmarking cruisers, and the target groups are the navies of great powers such as Britain, France, Spain and the United States."

"The exercise needs to build a platform for the two ships to fully show their strength. Let our customers know why the second-generation God is a better choice than the standard patrol ship at the same price, even if she is only a class 5 ship."

"So is the lady! She is a high-speed cruiser with a cost of more than 65000 pounds alone, and the purchase price is 90000 pounds. Why do the navies of those countries abandon class II or class III battleships at the same price? We need to provide them with reasons through exercises."

"And the Valkyrie class we can deliver will not carry 32 pounds! The main gun is 18 pounds long, the auxiliary gun is 24 pounds short, and the bow gun is 32 pounds mortar."

"The upgrade space of the ship is a special benefit given to customers by this ship type, not our delivery standard, nor the evaluation standard of this public drill. Now, do you have any doubts?"

Pierce's face turned blue and white and stood for a long time.

"The gap between me and my brother..." he murmured, "the duty of a businessman, the consciousness of a businessman..."

"Indeed, it is foolish to ignore the purpose and talk about fairness. Even the real Navy will not be fair for the sake of fairness."

"Dad... Go and have a rest."

He passed between Dylan and edre. There was no anger, grievance or fatigue on his childish face, but high morale.

"Three younger sisters, report the news of the death of the whole ship's father and cheer them up!"

"Order! Lena has half an hour to reset the sails. In half an hour, I want the foremast to return to full condition. Even if I lose the foremast, I won't affect the lady's sailing state."

Xiao Sanmei glanced at the colorful forecastle and nodded silently, "OK."

"The other ships... Cenozoic and future are responsible for providing cover for your woman."

"At the same time, tell Xiang Yanghua and headless ostrich that the front array is unable to provide support for them for the time being. They need to make full use of the vast water surface and their own flexibility to tangle with the enemies of the majority."

"Tell them that the longer they live, the greater their contribution to victory! I look forward to their performance."

"Yes!"

"Product promotion meeting..."

Pierce splattered his clothes and let the windbreaker swing in the wind, just like those loose sails on the foremast.

"Secret service formation, action!"