An hour earlier, Johnston had arrived at the mission's Pier 006 on time, where the cargo ship was ready, and the escort mission began after a military-led ensign made a routine confirmation with her. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It was a short 90-minute transport, and the route was very safe, so the ensigns and workers on the cargo ship were relaxed and did not worry about the fact that there was only one D-class escort.

Then, just when everyone on the ship was wondering where to go happily after delivering the goods, they suddenly received a communication from Johnston, which immediately made the whole ship nervous - the D-class shipwives never sent useless communications, and when they sent out the communication, it was when there was a problem.

"5 points to the southeast, 3km away, five enemy ships, to meet the enemy."

Johnston's communication was succinct and neat, and he unfurled his force field, charging at the enemy, who were far outnumbered by him.

Just like her choice when she was on Samar Island, heroic and fearless.

"Not good! That shipwreck ran away! Someone on board noticed Johnston's departure and let out a howl of terror.

"What's going on? Shouldn't it protect us? Why is one gone? ”

"Sure enough, D-class goods can't be trusted? Such a blatant escape, it should be sent to a court-martial! ”

"Woo woo, who's going to save us! I'm going to go back to my hometown to get married after delivering this trip..."

Fear spread through the crowd like a drop of ink dripping from clear water, and the whole ship was completely out of control and on the verge of collapse.

Only the second lieutenant of the military barely kept his composure, he took out his gun and shot a whole magazine into the air to calm the crowd a little, although he was extremely dissatisfied with the psychological quality of these workers, but he could only say helplessly: "The ship's mother did not escape, she took the initiative to attack to buy us time." ”

Fortunately, he noticed in his panic that Johnston's direction of travel was not to escape, so he could barely comfort the crowd, "Everyone stay calm, don't be so flustered, you don't even have a D-class cargo?" ”

Probably hearing him say this, the crowd finally fell silent, and the second lieutenant was able to continue to give orders: "Who is the captain?" Turn the rudder and sail to the nearest port, call for support to the base, and command your men to move on, this is a safe area, and those deep fogs that just leak by chance will be solved soon..."

After a series of reasonable orders, the cargo ship finally got back on track and began to turn around, and the radio distress signal was also sent out, waiting for a response, which was the only effective means of communication under net energy interference.

"Can you catch up?" The captain stood on the bridge and asked with some concern, "That's just a D-class cargo." ”

"I don't know." The second lieutenant shook his head, "It's too close, the D-class ship's ability to find the enemy is not stronger than our naked eye, we were a little lax before..."

"To make you laugh, here are some people who have never experienced a battle, who have been running in safe waters, and no one remembers the safety regulations." The captain said with a wry smile.

Just then, the two of them suddenly heard a cheer from the deck below.

"Oh! Cruel! That's great! ”

"Come on! Kick their ass! ”

"What's going on?" The second lieutenant hurried to the porthole, "Give me the binoculars!" ”

Then, he took the telescope handed by the captain and looked at it, the weather was fine today, his vision was excellent, and through the high-powered telescope, he could clearly see everything on the battlefield two kilometers away.

Then, with some smugness, he put down his binoculars, took out his personal terminal to confirm it, and then looked up at the captain with somewhat dull eyes, and asked:

"Didn't the mission say that only a D-class cargo was sent?"

The captain was stunned by the second lieutenant's words, and he took the telescope in disbelief, looked at the battlefield, and when he took back the telescope, it became the same state as the second lieutenant.

"I... I think it was indeed a D-class ship... Maybe it's new to the engineers? The captain looked at the ensign with a confused face and said.

"D-class? Are you sure it's a D-class? The second lieutenant's emotions began to get a little excited, and through the porthole, he pointed in the direction of the battlefield, and roared loudly: "With those tax thieves being able to make such D-class goods, I could have gone on vacation to Hawaii a long time ago." ”

The captain did not show any disgust at the ensign's gaffe, but wiped the cold sweat left on his forehead before, greatly relieved, and said with a smile: "Whatever she is, I don't think we need to be rescued." ”

The second lieutenant looked at the battlefield in the distance and nodded vigorously.

The reason why they are so confident and so relieved is because in the place where the two sides are fighting, a wonderful battle is being staged... Oh no, it should be called a show.

I saw Johnston at the highest speed, pulling up a snow-white wave under his feet, and he himself was like an elf flying among the flowers, shuttling across the battlefield.

Yes, in the eyes of a person like the captain who has never experienced a battle, those five terrible deep fogs are really like immobile flowers facing Johnston, and they can only helplessly support Johnston's beauty.

That's right, beautiful, because the captain even felt that it was not a battle, but an art, an art of attacking; It's the art of cover; It's the art of containment...

This is the art of fighting.

In the eyes of the second lieutenant, who has a certain tactical accumulation, he will naturally have more things than the captain, and he clearly found that although Johnston maintains the highest speed, he controls his body with extreme precision, her every turn and every evasion is extremely accurate, and every time she fires, she chooses the most suitable and safest position, constantly attacking the best target, and even the splash under her feet will accurately interfere with the enemy who tries to attack her every time.

Therefore, it is obviously an extremely simple and simple technique and tactic, but under the siege of an enemy five times his own, Johnston performed it so brilliantly.

"It's beautiful." The second lieutenant couldn't help but sigh that the battle had been going on for thirty minutes, and the enemy's artillery bombardment had not hit Johnston with a single shot, but had hit many of Johnston's own men because of Johnston's subtle moves.

Johnston's shelling was unusually accurate, she didn't fire much, but every shot was sure to hit! It's a pity that the power of the small water gun in her hand is too funny, causing the enemy to only suffer some minor injuries for the time being, and it doesn't create much success.

For Johnston, she doesn't care about the outcome of the battle, her mission is only to cover the safe exit of those behind her, which is her only mission. Of course, she did not reject more gains, but she was very patient, she knew that the small water gun in her hand could not solve these enemies, and the only thing she could count on was the two torpedoes on her left and right legs.

There are only two corn cobs, the power is limited, and they must be thrown at the right time to have a chance to achieve results, and the opposite formation has been torn apart by her, she just needs to wait patiently for the opportunity.

Johnston had never even feared that the other side would threaten her, she had faced 203mm, 356mm or even 460mm guns, and those huge shells had almost toppled her with the mere waves of the sea, and there were only five enemies on the other side, with toy cannons that were not much more powerful than her, which was not worth her worry.

The deep fog that can invade this kind of safe sea area will not be a high-end product, and the powerful devouring energy of those really powerful deep fog itself is like a torch in the night, and humans can react quickly at the slightest abnormality, and they can't do this kind of infiltration task.

It's just that with their equally simple intelligence, they can't understand that in the past, when they encountered this situation, they would only send a few white guys like wood to torture them, and they would hurry up and run away... But the exact white guy I met today seems to be playing with himself?

The flagship of the Deep Squad, caught up in the fact that nothing was going to come of it, instead gave Johnston the opportunity he had been waiting for.

Just as the opposite deep-sea flagship was thinking about what it was not good at, Johnston was keenly aware of the change in the opponent's movements, and his speed slowed down, which was a great opportunity not to be missed, so Johnston no longer hesitated and dodged, but rushed straight towards a deep fog that he pounced on.

Then, at the moment when she was about to collide, she twisted flexibly under her feet, just avoiding the other party, and at the same time, she cut to the side of the deep fog flagship that was very close.

So, Johnston's body was decisively lowered, his body turned quickly, his legs were smoothly diverted with inertia, his knees were bent almost close to the water, his left hand stroked the water and made a brief measurement for a moment, and the best angle was chosen, and the two torpedoes entered the water in response, pulling out two obvious tracks, and firing towards the flagship.

After firing the torpedo, Johnston did not have time to confirm the victory, she hurriedly stabilized her center of gravity, returned to her marching position, and twisted slightly, avoiding the attack from behind.

She didn't need to look back at the explosion, because the cheers from the cargo ship had already told her the result.

"Hooray!! saved!! Banzai!!! ”

The loss of the flagship of the Deepmist Squad was tantamount to receiving an order to retreat, Johnston knew that, but she didn't intend to pursue, it wasn't her job, she just had to take care of the last thing.

When deep fog retreats in defeat, he will always sprinkle a string of torpedoes as cover, and Johnston obviously understands his opponent's hobby, and has deliberately chosen an angle, so that the opponent will stagger the direction of the cargo ship when firing torpedoes.

A string of torpedoes spilled out indiscriminately, mostly towards the sea and the reef, and Johnston was about to breathe a sigh of relief, only to find that one of them had slipped towards the cargo ship.

This was to be expected, Johnston raised the 12mm cannon to aim at the course of the torpedo, and opened fire decisively!

However, no shells were fired, and the water gun made a crisp sound of hollowing, and it turned out that she had unknowingly used up all her ammunition in the previous battle!

Without the slightest hesitation, Johnston slid his feet again and ran towards the torpedo...

"Oh my God! She actually did it! She repelled a full five banishing deep fogs! She's just a D-class shipgirl! The cheers of the ship were still there, but they were replaced by another voice.

"Oh! Oh, my God! What is that? Torpedo!!! Oh!! Oh, my God! What is she going to do? Oh!! No!! Damn it! Get the boat over! You stupid pigs! Hurry up and turn the rudder for me!! ”