The emplacements of the gunners who destroy the final blow of a large ship will have the right to choose the next target for coordinated artillery fire, and this behavior, which the gunners of the ships call 'pick-up', has since become a semi-public custom of the Yinmeng Navy.

Maybe it's just superstition, or it's the worship of luck, in this special profession that is life and death, quickly kill the opponent, and you will get a certain amount of life.

Nowadays, this most simple truth is no longer a joke or two, they use this special way of transmission, they bind real honor and illusory luck together, becoming a ceremony of breaking celebration, and it is also a kind of spiritual pillar that connects many gunners emotionally.

"The command approved it and sent it to the ship-wide coordination window." Tim reported back to her.

"Of course he has to approve it." Jimmy snorted, moved his fingers, and fired the first shot at the target ship.

The act of 'pick-up' is undoubtedly sacred in the minds of the gunners, and the commander of the ship, or even the commander of the fleet, will change the target chosen by the 'pick-up' unless it is an emergency or special situation.

Once the receiver is allowed to attack the target, all of the effective gun positions of his ship will also release full fire on him, and not only that, but other friendly ships will also launch an attack on them if they are in the right position at this time, provided that there is no coordinated target for the time being.

Under the premise of a chaotic battle of free attack, the firepower output of the Yinmeng combat ships can still produce good efficiency and results because of this tradition, which is also one of the reasons why the act of 'pick-up' can be accepted by the low-level soldiers and even the upper command.

In gun bay 14, multiple shelling sounds from near and far could be heard from various positions in the hull, and after Jimmy fired the first shot, all coordinated artillery fire had turned to the target ship and began to attack the opposing side.

More than a dozen kinetic cannonballs towed the blue particle tail flame, and struck the huge Vulken battleship at a speed that was almost indistinguishable to the naked eye, and then burst into maroon flames on the side of the ship.

Under the force of huge kinetic energy, the Vulken ship, which was originally attacking another battleship of the Tenth Fleet, was slightly tilted to one side. But it then adjusted its attitude, turned to sail, and sailed out of the best kill distance of the Silver Alliance battleship, and instead began to fire at the closer destroyer Miracle.

"Damn, you noticed us." Jimmy, wearing the goggles, muttered.

"Tim, let the guys stare at the gun emplacement on the right plane and say hello, which is the most lethal to us." Seeing the bright light of the opponent's white beam hitting the bow shield from the panoramic view, Jimmy couldn't help but sweat for the destroyer he was on.

"Understood." Tim replied with a smack of his mouth.

"At this point, you're still eating sugar?" Jimmy, who was on the tip of his ear, immediately heard the anomaly in his mouth.

"Why, can't you?" Tim said nonchalantly.

"No, on the contrary, Tim, I'm just curious how you could be so kind." Jimmy teased him as he fired the gun.

"It's Ibic toffee." Tim said to her. "The last packet, my mother gave it to me when I left, let me take it to Chimoriiza to eat, I didn't give up, now maybe it's the last bite, do you want one?" He took a packet of candy from his bosom, took one out and put it in Jimmy's outstretched hand, and watched as she threw it into her mouth and munched on it without peeling it off. Tim turned to Qi Wenbin and handed the paper bag to the other party, the silent operator looked at him at this time, took out a grain from the paper bag, slowly peeled off the candy wrapper, and waited for Jimmy, who had eaten a few bites of sugar, to stretch out his palm again, and he put his own candy into her palm.

"The No. 6 bomb doesn't seem to be useful against such a large-hulled ship." Jimmy chewed on the candy nervously, but the cannonball in his hand never stopped.

"Lao Qi, quickly give me some No. 4 bullets, huh...... With 20 pieces first, I don't have to dismantle the remaining No. 6 just now, I'll try to shoot a few more shots to see the damage analysis results. Jimmy instructed Qi Wenbin.

"No. 4 ammunition, 20 pieces." Qi Wenbin repeated her command and operated steadily on the console. "There are less than 200 rounds left in the bomb base." He reminded Jimmy.

"Enough." The female man replied to him immediately. "At least until we get killed." She made another crow's beak as a supplement at the right time.

At this point, the Miracle, which had already lost most of its shield, began to use tactical evasive maneuvers to turn to the side and escape, which prevented Jimmy, who was concentrating, from using the turret to aim at the Vulken battleship again.

"What kind of command is this, this obviously has more than half of the shield, he actually chose to maneuver! This rookie egg, no egg! She yelled.

The other two people in the gun bay, Jimmy, had long been accustomed to making such wild words, and Tim breathed a sigh of relief at this time, the psychological pressure of being targeted by a battleship and continuing to attack was not as simple as talking, as a coordinator, he often knew more about the battle damage on the battlefield than Jimmy, who focused on firing shells, and her loyal turret operator, Qi Wenbin.

Although most of the enemy's ships were still attacking Stargate, it was only the defense of the detachment, and the Tenth Fleet had lost nearly 1/3 of its combat ships so far. Among them, there are 5 new Pangu-class warships known as 'unsinkable', thousands of people have lost their lives or escaped in life-saving pills, and the effect of this desperate attack on the fleet is unknown, although the losses of the Vulkens are almost equal to their own, but relative to the number of their ships, the proportion of strength between the two sides has obviously begun to increase more and more.

"Unsinkable...... So how about trying to melt into a pile of scrap metal in space? Tim couldn't help but sigh at this, but what could he do as a member of the gun bay, or even just a coordinator?

Tim's all-in-one beam weapon scares Tim, unlike the Kinetic Attack, which dies after an explosion, the Thermal Beam will first break through the shield, and then the heat will be transmitted through the acetinol alloy plate to the entire ship, and then the cabin will become a hell on earth, with the solid state deflecting to the liquid state at a rapid rate, and everything will melt, which obviously includes 120 living lives.