Chapter 557

Unfortunately, nipton's salute failed to hit any American warship in the end.

Pure rational analysis is also quite normal.

500 meters away, the maximum hit rate of British naval guns is no more than 1%. There are only 300 guns in the full count of seven rounds of single side artillery. American destroyers need less than or equal to one round of gambling. No ship has the courage to try the second round.

The result disappointed Lorraine.

In any case, he thought the old fellow of iron shell would be more courageous, but from the result, it was a matter of the younger generation that bravely and unnecessarily cast, and it had no relationship with the US Navy.

Valkiri cut into the nipton one kilometer, the artillery fire stopped suddenly, and the sea calmed down again.

Rows of British marines came out of the stern cabin with a row of guns, lined up on both sides of the ship's side, looking down at valkiri with his sails lowered.

"I hate the height difference..."

Lorraine took a gentle puff and raised her arm high.

"The deck is in place, catch the rope thrown by the other party and connect the two ships! Be careful not to disturb the guard of honor!"

"Yes!"

A moment later, fourteen thick cables connected two ships of similar length and different heights. The nipton dropped a rope ladder. Hamilton just wanted to command his entourage to pick it up, but he was grabbed by Lorraine.

Lorraine's strength was so great that Hamilton was almost pulled off the ground. He stood still and looked back.

"Lorraine, what are you doing?"

"Do you want Mr. President to climb on the British warship?"

"Eh? I asked the people in the Navy, don't ships use rope ladders to connect to the side of ships?"

"You probably have some misunderstanding about the dock..." Lorraine said, "the essence of dock connection is from one ship to another. It's a process, not a method. Of course, the rope ladder thrown by nipton is a common means. It's not only safe, but also very embarrassing for well-dressed gentlemen."

Hamilton stiffened: "Shaq Drake... Can he play such a small hand?"

"Shaq should disdain playing tricks and even bother to arrange the details of your boarding. I probably know who arranged the rope ladder. If he did, he would certainly consider these details."

A cold sweat came out of Hamilton's forehead.

On the unfamiliar sea, the details that could not have been neglected in the past have become an unavoidable trap. If Lorraine hadn't taken the mission of honor, the face of the United States would have been stripped away from the moment nipton's salute sounded

He took a deep breath: "Lorraine, now..."

"Mr. President, are you still dressing?" Lorraine stretched himself. "There's plenty of time. It's not a problem to use a little means..."

When Washington finished dressing and walked out of the cabin, he saw three planks assembled between the two ships, like a gentle slope, with anti-skid bars every 50 or 60 cm.

The planks are the necessary berthing tools for each ship, but the freeboard of valkiri is high, and the prepared planks are much longer than the difference between the two ships, so they are erected very backward and look particularly flat.

When he saw the rope ladder beside the ship's board that nobody paid attention to, Washington completed the story on the deck at a glance.

He nodded slightly to Lorraine, "Mr. President, America remembers your kindness."

"I have given America a lot of kindness, but politicians' memory is always good or bad, so... Thank you, Mr. President."

In the face of the naked thanks, Washington could not see any embarrassment on his face. He smiled like a spring breeze.

"Mr. President, rest assured that as long as there is no interest in the country, my memory has always been very good."

"I don't doubt it, Mr. President."

Lorraine saw a figure at the other end of the board. In the middle was Tira Armani, who he was familiar with. Judging from the gilded military uniform and complex sleeve lines, the captain of that year is now a lieutenant colonel.

Lieutenant Colonel Armani stood on the high side of the ship and bowed to Washington.

"General Washington, welcome to HMS nipton, the first-class battleship of the Royal Navy of Great Britain. She is one of the greatest sail warships in the world. It seems that you are luckier than most people in the world to board her."

"We have different interpretations of luck, lieutenant colonel. In my opinion, the boat tied to the wharf of Vernon villa is a good boat to bring luck. The nipton is too big. She will run aground in most parts of America."

"However, it is our mission not to let the nipton run aground. I am captain of the nipton and Lieutenant Colonel Tira Armani of the Royal Navy."

"Captain Armani, I'm George Washington, commander in chief of the American army. I also have a good friendship with your famous major general Cornwallis."

"Celebrities? Cornwallis? I've heard of hundreds of Cornwallis, and none of them can be called celebrities."

cross verbal swords.

The routine innuendo of the verbal confrontation gave Lorraine a strange freshness.

Washington's stranding is obviously telling Armani that the United States cannot be conquered by a strong navy alone. The later major general Cornwallis obviously refers to Cornwallis, the loser of York town.

This is a wonderful combination, confident and reserved, but it is not enough to make Lorraine feel fresh.

Lorraine's freshness comes from Armani. I didn't expect that the honest man who was annoyed would also have an eloquent side.

And

No matter how good Amani is at speaking, his identity is only a trivial Lieutenant Colonel captain after all, and his role today will not be more noble than that of a doorman.

Such a small man had to work for Washington to deal with it personally, and none of the American elite team came forward in the whole process of the dialogue, including Hamilton.

Low self-esteem? Or nervous?

Lorraine glanced at Hamilton's face. It was iron blue. It seemed that the descriptions of inferiority and tension were too simple. Their feelings should be more complex. Lorraine couldn't help recalling the Portuguese general named Scolari.

Spain was once the patriarch of Portugal. When Lorraine mentioned Spain in front of Scola, his expression was similar to that of Hamilton.

"If you miss the sovereign state, you are not a competent son of freedom." Lorraine whispered in Hamilton's ear and straightened his position with a little.

Hamilton woke up suddenly, nodded gratefully to Lorraine, and strode out of the entourage queue.

"Captain Armani, I've been talking long enough. I don't know if general Drake has dressed up his wig?"

"Boom!" Armani spat. "Your Excellency is waiting for you on the stern deck. If you don't worry about catching them all, you can come."

The boarding permit was granted, although in Lorraine's view, such diplomatic experience was extremely humiliating.

But Americans have reasons to meet Shaq. Lorraine knows their fear and will not doubt their tolerance.

Under the leadership of Washington, they stepped on the board of the ship. There were only seven or eight people in total. They did not carry a guard, leaving only one official, General Smith, the captain of the escort fleet.

Looking at the crowd disappearing into the dead corner of sight, Lorraine glanced at General Smith from the corner of her eye: "do you want me to call Adams back?"

"Please call all the ships back," he said coldly. "If the worst happens, I will launch the first round of counterattack on behalf of the United States."

"Even in the war of independence, you haven't launched a mortal charge, have you?"

"But Mr. President, it's worth it," said General Smith firmly. "And the British need to know that America is willing to do it for Mr. President!"