The eastern Mediterranean Sea.

Woowoo......

Six old-fashioned, high-powered steam turbines are running at full speed, spewing clouds of gray smoke from the three-meter-diameter chimney, propelling the two-hundred-meter-long steel behemoth through the waves.

Different from the current popular silver-white hull paint of the home planet, these iron bumps covered with super-large caliber battle guns are dark throughout, not reflective, nor dazzling, and everywhere exudes a sense of tranquility, which is terrifying, depressing, and numb, like an undead crawling out of the abyss.

Especially the rows of North American GIs on either side of the steel behemoth wearing World War II North American uniforms, holding their heads high, and carrying Thomson and M3 in their arms......

If it weren't for reality, it would be a movie......

"Oh God, what happened to me?!"

In a nearby fishing boat, the fat captain ignored the liquid leaking from his trouser legs, and desperately adjusted the steering wheel to avoid the sea ahead......

However, the other party was very fast, roaring past at a speed of nearly forty knots......

(World War II battleships were faster than they are now, and they needed to grab positions and avoid torpedoes, and now they are all guided weapons, and they are fighting for anti-missile systems)

In the rear, countless cruisers and frigates followed the steel monster and rushed to the west......

The fat captain saw an assault boat rushing towards him, and desperately dialed the satellite phone, "Honey, I may not be able to go back......"

Just then, a North American major boarded the ship.

"Hey, sir, where is this?"

"The seas of the Eastern Mediterranean. ”

"Looks like we're not mistaken. ”

The North American colonel smiled slightly at the adjutant behind him, took out an obviously antique-level pocket watch to look at the time, and then spread out the nautical chart that obviously did not belong to this era, and said mildly and elegantly: "May I ask how to go to Normandy?"

“？？？”

"Sir, we're going to Normandy, where the most critical battle of the home planet is going on, and we're going to save the ...... in Europe"

"Oh, damn it, '43, battleship cluster ?!!! Iowa"

The fat captain seemed to be a military fan, figured out the situation, held his head with both hands, and looked desperate, but when he saw the adjutant with the radio on his back, he turned on the M3 Tutu Tutu safety and hurriedly called up the marine navigation, "It's ......"

"What is this?" the North American colonel looked at the display curiously, "What a delicate little thing." ”

“......”

Captain Fat didn't know how to answer.

"Still, it's okay, tell me the route, and we won't hurt you. ”

This is not only happening in fishing boats, but also in cruise ships and freighters......

However, with the exception of Captain Fat, who was able to make a satellite phone call at the beginning, the electronic equipment of the rest of the witnesses was destroyed by electronic silence tactics......

Therefrom......

"Hell !!"

When the North American GIs left, countless people screamed in panic......

...........................

The southern coast of the country of native chickens.

Two frigates check in daily......

"Report, received a distress signal, it is the NT foreign trade fleet that has recently made big news. ”

"Oh, that group of people is really unscrupulous for the sake of popularity, and they have encountered pirates one after another? ”

"Sir, how do you reply?"

"Let them eat, evil capitalists!!"

"Yes, sir......"

At this moment, in the eastern sea, a long line of black steel beasts drove the wooden warships like ducks.

Occasionally, one or two sailboats were left behind, and they were shattered by the flames......

Before the governor of the Native Chicken Country could react, there was a piercing whistling sound in the air......

Thundered......

The water column soars to the sky......

"460mm 50x caliber main gun?damn it, how can there be such a thing now?!" The governor of the Tuji Country was not stupid, and instantly judged the enemy's firepower.

He turned around and tried to give orders, but found that the adjutant was bleeding from his mouth and nose from a high-explosive bomb, and he couldn't hear himself at all.

460-mm shells, almost three hundred meters from the point of detonation, can still suffer such heavy damage......

Terrifying!

The chief of the native chicken touched his ears, and his fingers were stained with blood.

Unfortunately, we don't have protective earmuffs.

"Turn on the radar protection, contact the headquarters, and withdraw into the inland sea!"

"Report, no target found!"

"What?"

The radar soldier saw the captain pluck his ears and hurriedly pulled it to the radar display.

Referring to the surveillance footage and the light aiming footage, the radar really did not show a torrent of black steel at the rear of the NT fleet.

"Hell, stealth battleship swarms? Which madman made this ......?"

Rumble......

In pursuit, the fifty ironclad ships at the forefront of the NT fleet had already approached the Tuji country frigates.

In the earth-shattering noise, the governor of the Tuji Country even saw the NT employees on the ironclad ship waving at him for help.

The next moment.

A long strip of object plunged into the sea......

All of a sudden, the whole world seemed to be silent.

Followed by.

Have you ever seen a dog running wildly and being hit by a Steyr heavy truck?

Now it is!

Fifty thirty-meter-long ironclad ships, like piles of toys for playful children, were suddenly kicked to pieces by their angry father......

Immediately, the sea was turbulent and devoured countless fragments......

The commander of the Native Chicken Fleet was afraid.

Without Hangmu, the battle column is still the king.

No matter how much cruises there are, the filling is big and the skin is thin, one shot at a time......

Within the range of a super-large caliber battleship, even if Hangmu is carrying a stealth bomber chicken, he must kneel and shout Dad......

As for modern frigates, destroyers, it is impossible to lock (battle stealth......

"Evacuate the !! quickly"

The commander of the Native Chicken Fleet personally pressed the signal.

However, the NT fleet, which had escaped for its life, sailed faster than its own warships.

In less than half an hour, the other party has already thrown himself far away......

What's even more terrifying is that the speed of the battle column cluster is not bad......

The result is ......

The Native Chicken Fleet is sandwiched between the NT Fleet and the Mystery Fleet......

In a short time, two smaller, but no less small battlecruisers outflanked the two frigates.

"Turn on the radar defense, defend the counterattack !!"

"Help!"

Whoosh ......

More than a dozen anti-missile missiles were launched into the air to accurately intercept the shells that were about to fall in mid-air......

Rumble......

Fireworks in the sky......

At the same time, several guided eggs rose into the air and headed straight for the black steel monster......

Rumble!!!

Advanced armor-piercing shells bombarded the surface of the battleship's heavy armor, leaving a half-meter diameter of tattered craters, which, unfortunately, had no effect on the behemoth......

Such an attack immediately attracted the attention of the entire mysterious fleet, and the ten battleships completed the array in one minute, and the forty 460-mm battleguns were quickly aimed, and the 160 120-mm secondary guns also rotated in unison......

"Surrender !!"

I can't fight this!

Looking at the size and tactics of the opponent, it is already ranked second in the home star......

The commander of the Native Chicken Fleet was desperate.

Fortunately, the battletrain cluster did not attack.

Not much.

The battlecruiser approached, and fifty North American GIs with old-fashioned suddenness boarded.

“？？？”

"Hey, identify yourself!"

"We are a fleet of native chickens. ”

"Oh, I'm sorry, but on our way to Normandy, we encountered the main naval force of Hillett and are now in pursuit......"

"Hillett?"

The commander of the Tuji fleet looked at the NT fleet that had almost disappeared into the sea in disbelief, turned back again and carefully looked at the clothes of the North American soldiers, and gasped suddenly, only to feel his scalp tingle, "Yes, that's the main force of Hillett, we are encircling!"

"Oh, well done!"

The North American colonel patted the captain of the Native Chicken Fleet on the shoulder, "For the peace of the home planet!"

"Yes, peace!"

"After the victory, I invite you to drink vodka!"

The North American colonel waved his hand, and the North American GIs quickly withdrew from the Tuji frigate......

“？？？”

The commander of the Native Chicken Fleet was stunned for a long time, and suddenly showed a sickly smile, "Heh, hehe, their target is not our ......"