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The moon is dark and the wind is high, and the dark clouds cover the sun, which is a good time to kill people and set fires.

We found a screwdriver and a wrench to remove the two separators, and the two scouts, Flying Dog and Xiaobei, crept into the beach, while the others lay in ambush in the green belt and waited for a while.

Wearing old tank headsets that I don't know where to get them, the comrades of the military division lay at the front to deploy operations. Because everyone is a martial arts faction, it is okay to fight alone, but it is difficult to command fifty or sixty people to act at the same time, so everyone unanimously elected the military division to be the commander-in-chief of this operation.

Don't look at the military division is handsome and gentle, he looks like a good student, but his mind is the most meticulous and fierce, no matter how he thinks or acts, he does not leak, under his deployment, dozens of orders are clearly and accurately conveyed to six or seven operational units within two minutes, and there is no repetition or error in between.

"Bedroom 1 is called bedroom 3, have the glass windows been wiped clean?"

"Bedroom No. 3 report, don't worry, everything has been wiped clean, even the floor-to-ceiling windows."

"Clean up the tool, go back."

"Bedroom 1 calls bedroom 4, how is the dormitory management moving?"

"Bedroom 4 reports that the housekeeper is resting."

"Keep watching."

"Bedroom 1 is called bedroom 2, are there any fish on the pier?"

"Bedroom No. 2 reported that the big fish had swam to the open sea, and they could only catch small fish."

"yes, that's bad luck."

Of course I know that the so-called "X dormitory" is the code name of each action team, and the glass window, the housekeeper, and the big fish refer to the surveillance, guard, and target ship respectively, in order to prevent it from being read quickly, the military division also deliberately inserted some meaningless paragraphs into it to confuse the public.

In fact, at the beginning, we felt that there was no need to be so strict, because the military academy is not an intelligence department, and it is impossible to set up a wiretapping network on campus.

But the military advisor thought that we were all fighters in the middle of the second force and bombers in the middle of the stupidity, and threatened that if he didn't listen to him, he would pick on him and quit, so the big guy had to do what he wanted.

"Brethren, the grounds are cleared and the activities can begin." After synthesizing all the reports, the advisor lowered his voice and gave the order.

The brothers immediately geared up and prepared their equipment, although it was already autumn and the wind was bitter, and the people lying in the green belt quickly froze their hands and feet stiff, but the big guys were still fighting spirited, and dozens of pairs of eyes were staring at the beach.

About ten minutes later, a cigarette butt spark lit up on the beach, which struck three times in the dark.

This is a pre-agreed communication code, which means that there is no one else on the beach and can move. So the big guy immediately took action, bent his waist, pressed his feet, and quickly rushed to the slide device on the beach. This thing is modified from the minelaying rails of the storming minelayer, which can push the body into the ocean in a few seconds, before which our mecha training did not even have a suitable vehicle to enter the water, so we found a place with a slightly deeper water depth and jumped directly into it, living like jumping into the sea to commit suicide.

Our two mechs were fastened to the end of the slide rail, covered with tarps, and the brethren hurriedly ripped off the tarps and opened the electronic locks, and Brother Steel and I immediately rolled over and got in.

"The target location has been sent to the on-board computer, but the next search is up to you........ although the night time is starting to lengthen, but there is still no need for winter nights, you must return before 4:30 anyway." The military advisor admonished solemnly.

"Yes, you guys just wait to see the big news."

Brother Steel whistled, and then closed the hydraulic hatch with me.

The mechanical slides dragged the fuselage, and I could clearly hear the low, hard moans of the pulley block in the cockpit, which seemed to be about to collapse at any moment, and it was obvious that it was very reluctant to forcibly install a 30-ton body on the machinery that usually towed several tons of heavy mines.

With two dull roars coming from the headphones, the mech rolled into the water, and the heavy darkness immediately enveloped the mecha. Brother Gang and I carefully adjusted the water tank wrench, switched the gearbox to the fourth gear position, and then turned the AS system switch back on, resumed the control of the mechanical limbs, and drove the body to coast along the set route at high speed.

According to the information spied by the flying dogs, and in addition to the guys' inquiries in many ways, we have determined that a group of guys from the ship department will take advantage of the holidays to sail a training ship, and in the name of training and study, they will hold a celebration party at sea to celebrate the victory of the "battle".

The two of us are going to smash the field.

In the shoulder-mounted automatic turrets of the two fuselages, each of them was filled with a 350mm caliber MPS-1 tactical torpedo, of course, we quite conscientiously did not install a semi-armor-piercing warhead, just a self-propelled piece of iron, but with the high speed of 100 knots of this torpedo is enough to smash a hole in a light ship.

Maintaining an underwater speed of 29 knots, it took only 20 minutes for our two planes to reach the target sea area, and the brilliantly lit "Bagration" training ship was anchored in the middle of the sea like a scantily clad slut, and could be seen dozens of nautical miles away.

Damn, these bastards are throwing an open-air drinking party on deck!

"them!" Brother Steel said my heart viciously.

The two of us dived back into the water at a depth of 30 meters, and at the same time increased our horsepower, pounced on it in one breath, and aimed the 350mm multi-purpose rocket launcher that had already been unlocked at the weak bottom of the "Baglaquion", at this time the battleship was not on guard, and still stopped in place.

I suppressed my excitement and slowly pressed my finger on the trigger of the gear lever.

Suddenly, the water around me swelled and boiled, and a dazzling flash of light tore through the darkness, suddenly exploding in my field of vision, and for a moment it briefly robbed me of my vision, and the next moment, a violent shock wave swept in, and my landline was knocked out like a baseball, crashing headlong into an undersea platform.

Immediately afterwards, a series of dense explosions burst out in the seawater, and the entire seabed was thrown into chaos by the shock wave and debris.

Anti-submarine rockets, the bastards on board turned out to launch anti-submarine rockets!

This is a kind of caliber 250mm, like a rocket launcher with eight or sixteen units of simple anti-submarine weapons deployed on the side of the warship, can directly attack the depth of more than 300 meters of submarine weapons, is also a small number of old century weapons that have been retained until now, although there is no guidance device resulting in a low hit rate, but the firepower is fierce, and the price is super low, still very important by the navy.

First, an anti-submarine rocket launcher dropped a dozen rounds of ammunition at us, followed by two anti-submarine rocket launchers on the side of the ship, forming a dense wall of fire in front of the battleship.

Brother Gang and I were forced to retreat again and again, but I didn't expect that these sea fish dogs would have two more hits, and they would notice it at the last moment and quickly organize a counterattack.

But I can't figure out why these guys come out to play with live ammunition.

"Brother Gang, what should I do?"

"Grandma's, so many brothers have been busy working for most of the night, if we go back empty-handed, where will we put our faces, today I will save this big fish, break in!" Brother Gang's bullish temper came up, and he took out the momentum of leading the whole class to fight in a group fight, and rushed with a shout.

So, I had to reluctantly speed up.

Explosion, explosion, explosion.

Anti-submarine rockets exploded around us one after another, fireballs surrounded us, fragments cut through the heavy pressure-resistant shell, the whole body was shaking wildly, it seemed that it would disintegrate at any moment, and I could still feel my eyes being blown away by the two hydraulic shock absorbers!

I was nervous, hesitated, and the pedal of the accelerator unconsciously loosened, trying to get away from those terrifying anti-submarine rockets.

But Brother Steel still charged without slowing down: "Come on, sea fish dogs, come on!" ”

Immediately another round of anti-submarine rockets smashed down on the head, this time the bomb was very close, and our body was not only swept away by the impact force, but also smashed back to the bottom of the sea like a cannonball, and the pressure-resistant shell emitted a series of terrifying twisting and deformation sounds, and I felt like I was being cleaved a little bit.

The bombardment continued, and another round after round of anti-submarine rockets were smashed down.

To be honest, my heart was trembling and trembling, and I wanted to lie on the bottom of the sea without moving.

"Get up," a mechanical arm slammed me up from the sand, Brother Gang's roar was deafening, "the gun turns to look for the cowardly, Hades is looking for the deadly, the more you are afraid of death, the more you will die!" ”

"Cocoa ........"

"Up!"

Brother Steel drove his landline out and threw me up.

Head-on was another round of anti-submarine rockets, mixed with the fine trajectory of small-caliber machine shells cutting through the water curtain, and I was almost paralyzed with fright, barely knowing how to operate the landline.

"Don't fucking duck crook, roar out, roar out Wenxiu, yell out like a man!" Steel roared, slamming into my chest like a hammer.

"Ahhh!!hhh

I finally squeezed the strands of stuff in my chest out of my throat and emitted a series of pitch-changing syllables, and my body seemed to be emptied at this moment, and a strange tingling sensation swelled up.

Fatal, fatal, fatal.

I'm going to play with you!

A smug of broken jars came to my head, and I shuddered and stepped on the accelerator with all my might.

[The sea wolf] rushed headlong into a rain of rockets, and the next moment, a violent impact almost pierced my stomach and pressed me to the seat like a head-on kick.

The mechs rushed out of the barrage.

I didn't die, I didn't die, his grandmother's miracle, these bastards couldn't even hit me, this garbage, it's just a bunch of super garbage, hahaha!

Intense, frantic thoughts rushed through my brain with a rush of adrenaline, smashing the thing called fear to pieces, making me feel like a brain-congested thug, and even a little looking forward to the fight!

Explosion, explosion, explosion.

"Wenxiu, beautiful, one more round!" Brother Gang's roar was still high, undaunted.

"Yes!"

I shook out my cry on the radio, my snot was about to rush out, and I gradually increased the engine horsepower of my mecha to the limit, driving the mecha to speed up step by step, and another impact tore open an anti-submarine barrage.

Soon it was within the accurate range of the Five Chains (Directory torpedo range units, about half a nautical mile). The "Baglaquion" was obviously panicked, and it didn't even have time to start the windlass, so it directly cut off the anchor chain and forcibly set sail, and at the same time smashed down the more fierce anti-submarine artillery fire, and even fired an anti-submarine torpedo.

"Drink, ah!"

We yelled violently and rushed headlong into the barrage, the body was cut by the unprecedented intensity of artillery fire, at least three direct shots were fired, the left tank was shattered and leaked, the shoulder and back armor were shattered by high-speed armor-piercing shells, part of the line was damaged, and fuel leaked everywhere.

But almost at the same time, the two of us also fired torpedoes, and two training mines bound in direct mode dragged a string of inflated air bubbles towards the target at high speed.

With the maneuvering speed of a battleship of nearly 4,000 tons, there is absolutely no evasion at this distance.

Brother Gang and I dragged the scarred body away quickly, and it took three or four nautical miles to surface in a row, although it was not a safe distance, but we also had no choice, the body was not only damaged by bullets, but also part of the pressure-resistant shell was also deformed. Small-caliber machine shells do little damage to the armor, but they still leak constantly.

But it was all worth it, and we were very happy to hear two loud noises, and the whole training ship immediately began to leak and tilt, almost at an angle of 12 degrees, and the deck was full of chickens and dogs, and tables and plates were rolling everywhere, and many unlucky people rolled directly into the sea, and the scene was chaotic.

We laughed out loud and then watched the beautiful scene with our cameras, ready to make a small video for our brothers on the shore.

Alas, wait, how come there are middle-aged and old people among them?

There was an unexpected task in my field of vision, I strangely refocused the camera, and then I saw a major general, a lieutenant general, a general in the crowd......... Fleet, headquarters, port bases, everything, at least twenty or more!

What the heck!

An angry old man was desperately clutching the guardrail, his fingers bulging, while a handsome blonde boy beside him was holding his arm hard to prevent him from falling into the sea, and on the epaulettes of the old man's dress, I saw four shining stars.

Four stars, I'll go, this is the general!