readx; "Quick, report the damage. "Admiral Benes Stovan, the captain of the King Arthurian battleship, calmed the fear in his heart just now, and tried his best to hide his panic and pale face because of the terrifying destructive power of the opponent's 800-millimeter shells.www.biquge.info

In fact, the adjutants, first mates, and other crew members around him had the same faces as him, and some of them were almost collapsed in the bridge control tower in a cold sweat.

"Captain, in addition to the loss of some anti-aircraft guns, secondary guns and cables, a 3-meter hole was torn above the waterline of the battleship's swollen part, but the situation was initially stabilized under the desperate repair of all the damage management team members of our ship." The shipboard radiophone in the bridge rang, and Stovan took the phone and listened to the damage management supervisor.

"yes, that's great." Admiral Stovan exhaled, glad that the Lord Almighty was on his side.

"By the way, did Hindenburg catch up?" He was particularly concerned about his opponent Hindenburg, who was in hot pursuit.

"Our ship's speed has reached 41 knots, and it is estimated that we have already thrown off those Germans." The director in charge of ship power replied.

"Push the speed to the limit, I have a hunch that that demonic battleship will not let us go easily." Admiral Stovan gave this order to escape, of course, he can't be blamed, at first he used the battleship under his feet to test the opponent, although he did not hurt the opponent, but the opponent actually hit his own ship with all the shells at once when the more and more accurate, if it were not for the King Arthur class to be built solid, he and thousands of other ships would have to become fish food in the sea.

"By the way, the big hole that was torn 3 meters above the waterline of the battleship's swollen part, how is it now?" Stovan's mind turned in another direction, didn't he just say that his own battleship was torn a big hole, so he was more concerned about whether this wound would affect the battleship's next escape... No, it's a strategic retreat, that's why I asked.

"Your Excellency Admiral, at present, the large hole that has been torn 3 meters above the waterline of the swollen part of the battleship is being tightened up, and if the large-caliber naval guns of the enemy ship attack the same part again...... "On the other end of the wireless phone, there was silence for a while before someone spoke.

"Understood, send some more manpower, be sure to repair the damage before the enemy ships catch up with us, I hope everyone will work hard." Stovan pondered for a moment, and had to cheer up his men.

"For the sake of the British Empire!!"

"For Her Majesty!!"

"Victory is ours in the end!!"

After 3 hours.

On the cloudless sea, some seabirds are flying, and they are accompanying a warship that is more than 750 meters away.

"Damn, why haven't the British found that battleship yet, those cowards have only fought with us twenty times and shelled us, and they ran away so gracelessly, aren't the British called gentlemen." Admiral Leighton von Peter Boesmann hammered his hand against the glass lid of the compass embedded in the control counter, and although the thick tempered glass made his hammered hand ache, it still could not contain his anger.

"Captain, our reconnaissance plane flew hundreds of kilometers and still didn't find these damn rats after expanding the search range." Vice Admiral Walker Hart Redmond replied.

"Report sir, our steam turbine has reached the maximum limit of its design, whether to reduce the speed somewhat, I am worried that overload will cause problems with the boiler." Report by Lieutenant Colonel Nafir Deyaka Bauman, Chief of the Engine Room.

"How fast are we now?" Layton asked Nafir.

"The speed has reached the limit of about 47 knots, and if we continue like this, I am afraid that we will not be able to catch up with the enemy, but will fall into the enemy fleet group." Nafir replied.

"Alright then, reduce the speed to 42 knots, you remember to keep an eye out for anything unusual in the boiler, and then I'll let you push the boiler beyond its limit." Layton thought for a moment and then said to the dutiful head of the engine room.

"Understood, sir." Nafir gave a military salute, although it was a naval salute, but he didn't intend to do that kind of salute for the Nazi salute at all, and it was a mistake to give the kind of military salute on the battleship with the arm stretched out, for example, the small arm salute is also another form of Nazi military salute, which is much better than the military salute with the straight arm raised on the battleship.

"Now, it's up to our naval aviation lads to find that damn bastard King Arthur." Layton stared at the charts his men had unfolded for him, and threw some of them with his gloves.

The huge body of the battleship Hindenburg is still cleaving the waves in the boundless Atlantic Ocean and sailing into the distance.

"Hawkers, the British are really a big coward, a lucky critical attack from the Germans can scare this King Arthur away, the British warship is really not worthy of the name." Behind Hindenburg was the Chinese giant submarine that was firmly following, and Mukhin, who was using a periscope, made such an exclamation.

"Ahh Ziyue shook her head.

"Beep beep ......" A burst of radio signal came at this time.

"Comrade captain, do you have a signal to accept it?" However, it is strange that this submarine is all girls, but there are no boys, which is really strange. To be honest, it is not the emancipation of women in China, otherwise this profession that has sailed lonely in the vast sea would not have fallen into the hands of women. A cute-looking girl who presumably is a communications soldier reports.

"Accept it, and see how it is arranged at home." It turned out that Mu Xin's identity was the captain of the submarine, and Ziyue was the deputy captain.

"It is hereby commanded:

1. All members of the Sea Dragon-class submarine No. 4452 are requested to arrive immediately off Pearl Harbor to closely monitor the situation of the Japanese Navy and its landing army.

2. Captain Mu Xin and Deputy Captain Ziyue Please note that during the operation, the headquarters allows you to use conventional weapons other than strategic weapons to protect yourself, and remember not to expose the existence of the boat in case of last resort.

3. This is the end of the naval battle of the Anglo-German Premier Battleship, which will be replaced by the Sea Dragon Class Submarine No. 4450, and you will go to the waters of Pearl Harbor immediately after completing the handover mission.

4. Please delete the above information after reading.

General Headquarters of the Chinese People's Navy

Commander-in-Chief of the Special Fleet:

Chen Xinya

January 13, 1944 at 10:55"

This telegram from China made the submarine that was tailing the battleship in front of it have to stop and wait for the upcoming replacement.

"Ahh However, the telegram from the headquarters was to the effect that we should go to the place that has fallen, probably to join in the fun. Ziyue stretched in her seat.

"I don't care, I just don't know who is coming to replace us, it shouldn't be Meng Yuanyuan's girl." Mu Xin scratched her long black waist-length hair, and the thought of someone gave her a headache.

Minutes and seconds passed.

"Oh, the two sisters are in a hurry." The wireless intercom of the No. 4452 Sea Dragon-class submarine sounded the voice of a certain girl, which sounded quite lively.

"......" Ziyue was silent.

"Well, it's really you girl." Mu Xin had just taken a sip of coffee when he almost spurted out because of this sound.

"Woo la, it's time for the two sisters to change shifts, I don't know which of you will hand over to me." The sound of joy was heard again.

"Hee-hee-......" In the submarine command room, the girls present all laughed in a low voice.

"Forget it, let's go, if you go, I'm afraid I'll be pestered by that girl for a long time, now I can understand that ADHD girl has given our Commander Zhao Heng enough headaches." Ziyue sighed and said to Mu Xin.

"That's hard for you......" Mu Xin can only do this.