"Veneto, who is known for his magnificence... Look up for a long time. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" After the other party reported his name, An Tong hurriedly complimented and said, This is also a necessary respect for an S-class ship girl.

"Hey! You know how you know, you actually know where I came from. A smug smile bloomed on Veneto's lovely childish face, and it was evident that she was glad that she was praised for her magnificence.

"After all, it's the head of the Three Musketeers..."An Tong also continued, he didn't expect that the other side would be quite easy to deceive...

With his shallow knowledge, he also knew that the Veneto-class battleships of the Italian Navy in history were indeed famous for their gorgeousness, the data was gorgeous, and the main gun with a small caliber had an ultra-high penetration depth that far exceeded that of its peers; The design is gorgeous, and the various new designs in the later period of the treaty are world-leading; Gorgeously decorated, the so-called Yamato Ryokan is a guest house in front of her.

However... It's only gorgeous.,The actual record... was beaten to the ground by the war-weary man behind An Tong with a bunch of old ships... The bond between the two was formed at that time.

Of course, this does not prevent her from becoming one of the Three Musketeers of Europe, but this so-called Three Musketeers, looking at what happened to the other two, you can know that it is not a very powerful title - a lost dog, a sinking out, plus her, are all by the Royal Navy.

However, these old things have nothing to do with the cute little girl in front of him, and An Tong is still very grateful that they can come to support him, and while expressing his sincere gratitude, he asked, "I just don't know who your admirals are?" ”

A total of 56 shipwrecks came, and mathematically it should be a combined fleet composed of ten admirals.

Unexpectedly, Veneto looked at him a little strangely and replied, "We are all troops under Wang Siyuan's command?" It's that reckless man from the Mediterranean, he's quite famous among your admirals, isn't he? ”

"Bigseven, the fourth largest fleet in the world, isn't that famous... This is the king of the Mediterranean! An Tong's heart was full of shock, it was enough surprise that someone responded to his call, and the person who responded was actually one of the prestigious bigsven? This is really beyond Antong's imagination!

"Why are such people willing to help me?" An Tong asked with some confusion.

It stands to reason that the Fourth Admiral, who was in charge of defending the Strait of Gibraltar, did not need to meddle in African affairs at all, but he did come to his aid and sent a sizable team... However, BigSeven is worthy of being BigSeven, this kind of lineup that requires ordinary ten admirals to make up, he can easily send it out alone.

"He saw your request for help on the forum, probably admiring your courage, after all, the admiral who dared to go into battle in person has long been extinct... Hmm, this is probably the sympathy between reckless men, right? "As a result, we took several hours of overtrain trains to Africa and came back... Really... I'm supposed to take a vacation today..."

After saying that, Veneto's small mouth pursed slightly, looking a little unhappy.

At this time, Johnston, who quietly slipped back to the bridge at some point, noticed that his peers on the other side were not very happy, and generously handed over his cherished hammerhead shark puppet.

"Yikes! So cute! Veneto's eyes lit up, and he grabbed the puppet and rubbed it hard against his cheek, and the displeasure on his face was instantly replaced by a happy smile.

You're too easy to coax, aren't you? And is it really okay for you, as a prestigious battleship, to like this kind of children's toys?

"Ahem, fight the boss, be serious, be serious... Anyway, thank you very much for your help, coming from so far away..."Antong thanked again, "Now let's get down to business." ”

After the small talk, Antong began to give Veneto a general description of the current situation, especially the almost invincible dockyard in front of him, and after Veneto personally appreciated the perverted defense and exaggerated productivity of this thing, the expression on his little face couldn't help but become serious.

"It's the first time I've met such a powerful character, it's really unruly." Veneto sighed, "Fortunately, it was discovered in time, otherwise if this thing is allowed to exist, let alone the Red Sea, I am afraid that the entire Mediterranean Sea will also be completely occupied by it, and it will expand faster than the Mexicans..."

"But now that we're here, there's no place for it to speak," Veneto smiled confidently, and then returned to the sea and commanded her shipwives, "All attention, fire attack!" ”

Then the sound of shelling sounded again, and shells of various calibers once again flew towards the dock like rain, and the night sky was once again red with flames.

Ten minutes after the bombardment had continued, Veneto had to stop firing, for their attacks were still ineffective, and the dockyard stood as if nothing had happened, and the shield, showing no signs of breakage, seemed to mock the ship's powerlessness.

Except for the attack of Veneto and the wingman beside her, which can explode a little fire outside the shield, the attacks of the other ship girls are similar to those of the ship girls under An Tong, and not a single bubble can come out.

"Do you have any larger caliber guns there?" An Tong drove the ship closer to Veneto, and asked loudly in a loud voice, although Veneto is a more cutting-edge battleship than war-weary, but the caliber of their main guns is the same 38mm, even if it can cause a certain effect, but it is still far from breaking through the shield or even sinking the dock.

Veneto slipped back onto the Dreadful and replied solemnly, "We didn't expect this to be the case at all this time, only two battleships from me and Rome, and most of the others were heavy and light cruisers..."

"If it's just a regular shipyard on the other side, your combat power is more than enough." An Tong's face was solemn, and his mood became more and more anxious.

It was already past five o'clock in the morning, less than an hour before dawn, and there was not much time left for him.

"I'll try again... Though that reckless man doesn't usually let me do that—" Veneto said, standing on the bow of the Terrible, and turning to Antong again, "Stand farther away. ”

With that, the obvious outfit behind her began to unfold, and three heavy brackets stretched out, holding Veneto firmly to the deck.

Then, the muzzle of the main gun was slowly raised, aimed at the dock, and after brewing for a while, it let out an earth-shattering roar, and An Tong suddenly felt that the entire hull of the Terrible was shocked, and it was forced back a few meters! The storm that burst from the muzzle of the cannon from Veneto blew straight her clothes and hair like a sudden hurricane.

At this moment, An Tong almost suspected that this was the real battleship firing guns.

And this powerful blow also achieved the effect of its momentum, and the surface of the dock, which towered like a high mountain, exploded with bursts of fire, and debris flew down!

This salvo actually pierced the dockyard's wall of sighs! For the first time, its formidable body was hurt!

"Great!" An Tong ran out of the bridge excitedly and clapped vigorously at Veneto, "If there are a few more shellings like this, even if the shield exists, we can directly destroy its internal structure." ”

Veneto's main gun kept emitting puffs of white smoke, and she waved her hand to disperse the smoke with an unhappy face before saying, "No, one shot is not enough." ”

"Let's make a shot!" An Tong clenched his fists and said.

"But you saw that too, didn't you?" Veneto pointed to the barrel of his main gun.

An Tong took a closer look and noticed that the color of this cannon barrel seemed to have changed somewhat? It's like it's overheating, and it's starting to take on a grayish-white color.

"There are only three rounds of such a high-charge shelling... Now it's only twice. After Veneto finished speaking, he jumped off the ship's load, stood on tiptoe, and kept blowing at the muzzle, actually trying to use this cute method to cool down the gun chamber quickly...

"Only three rounds? This..."Antong took a closer look at the damage caused by Veneto just now, although it did damage the dock, but this damage was completely painless on such a huge building...

"Where's your wingman, Rome? She's supposed to be a battleship of your class, right? You should be able to do this with a strong charge, right? Antong asked again, this was the conclusion he had come to from his previous observation of the two of them being almost identical.

"Even if you count her, it's only 5 rounds!" Veneto spread his hands helplessly, "Do you think just five salvos can take this thing off?" ”

"Hmm... Maybe there's some other way..."Antong pondered, and as if he suddenly remembered something, he quickly ran to the searchlight, and hit the light on the part that had been penetrated earlier.

Although the salvo just now had a destructive effect, the damage that should have been done was now wrapped in layers of thick black devouring energy, making it impossible to confirm how much damage it had caused.

"Des Moines!" Antong turned his head and shouted at Des Moines, "Use high-explosive shells to shoot where the lights indicate." ”

"Huh? Isn't it that armor-piercing bullets can't be pierced? Somewhat strangely, Des Moines reloaded the high-explosive rounds and test-fired three rounds at the location indicated by the lights.

After three crunch bangs, three flames erupted on the surface of the dockyard again! How could a near-penetrating high-explosive shell penetrate the enemy's almost inexplicable shield so easily?

"Pierced!" De Moines shouted with some excitement, and hurriedly aimed the remaining three main guns in that direction, and fired another volley!

Six shells whizzed by, but as they had been at the beginning, the shells disappeared directly into the surface of the shield like pebbles thrown into the water, and had no effect.

"We failed to penetrate the enemy's armor." De Moine reported the results to An Tong, "But it was clearly penetrated just now?" ”

Looking at this slightly weird scene, An Tong's heart rose with a glimmer of hope?