While wrestling with this annoying question, I looked boredly inside the bridge.! A vote of naval officers is still singing hard, and the military song has also entered a stage of high melody, it seems that for them who cannot directly fight the enemy face to face, hoarse singing is the only way for them to vent their inner depression.

I naturally saw Sylvia, and then it occurred to me that why not ask her for her opinion. I've been listening to Daddy Lime's own introduction just now, so it's too one-sided.

I'm not a psychic major, and I can't build a psychic network where many people can talk to each other like Add, but Add seems to have the ability to listen to our psychic exchanges, and we don't need to be known to more people.

"Ask me? That's what I came up with, and of course it's foolproof. The major's calm and natural answer made me feel even more weird, "Ramming is a very common tactic in naval warfare, otherwise we would have to ram the horns for something." ”

"But what will happen to us?" I explained my worries to her.

"Shhh......hhh Was your weapon principles class taught by your sword teacher? How did you graduate from military school? ”

I'm sorry, I've only attended the Psionic Academy, and I'm not a regular officer from a military academy at all! I can use almost any weapon I can find, but I don't understand how any of them work.

"Well, according to my estimates, we can smash the enemy ship in two and make it really completely paralyzed. As for ourselves, there should be a loss of ramming angles and bow armor, some abrasions on the hull, some injuries to the crew, and that's it. She generously understood my ignorance, and answered the question seriously and head-on, "The collision between warships is not the same as your chariots. If you have to draw an analogy, you should think of us as an armor-piercing projectile, and you should know that we are actually much faster than an artillery shell. ”

Yes, a one-sentence explanation made me suddenly realize.

Armor-piercing bullets are usually solid metal rods without any charge, and in my hands, which like to use high-powered explosives, they are purely kinetic weapons. In the face of a solid projectile flying at high speed, the hardness of the armor has almost become meaningless, and a bullet core weighing no more than a dozen kilograms, flying at a speed of less than Mach 10, can easily penetrate a main battle tank weighing tens of tons. And our current warship, which weighs tens of millions of tons, has a speed of ...... Not very easy to estimate. It is very foolish to use the thinking of our army to estimate the number of the navy.

So I put my mind at ease, and by the way, I didn't even bother to explain a word to Colonel Lem, who didn't bother to explain a word.

"What do she mean by that?" Eddie asked me.

Well, I forgot that there's a guy here who isn't a military guy at all. I don't need to explain him in detail, though.

"I think we've missed our last chance to pivot." I pointed to the large black that was already close at hand, as if I could reach out and reach out, and was getting closer and closer.

Before the connection was broken, I heard another sentence in Sylvia's heart, "Reason is synonymous with cowardice, and the unknown often brings greater fear......

Well, I didn't hear anything.

Vaguely, there seemed to be a sense of anticipation in my heart. Knowing that I was safe and sound, it was an honor to be able to take part in the battle against such a large hostile target, even if I did nothing in it, just to be on this ship.

No, it's not like I didn't do anything, I just hit an enemy ship with a torpedo. If it weren't for that torpedo, the Imperial Dawn wouldn't have been able to anchor there and wait for us to crash into it.

I stared intently at the portholes, trying to see and remember this glorious moment, but unfortunately the Navy did not even give me this opportunity, and with the order of Colonel Lem, armor plates were raised on the outside of all portholes, and the entire bridge was tightly wrapped, so that I could not see outside at all. At the same time, the officers, who had been standing and singing, also sat down separately and tied themselves with their seat belts. So I hurriedly pulled Eddie to find an empty seat.

Once seated, the officers were still looking intently at the instruments in front of them, and Sylvia was even manipulating the steering wheel in front of her. I know that the angle of incidence of an armor-piercing projectile is very important, and a deviation from a certain angle can cause ricochet. And if you replace the armor-piercing shell with a battleship, the consequences will definitely be more than just being bounced off.

I couldn't read them, but I could still read the image from the 3D projector in the middle of the console. Of the two closest ships, the one that is relatively stationary to the surrounding asteroid swarm is the Imperial Dawn, and it is our heresy that is ramming into it. The speed shown seems to be slow, but the remaining distance looks less than half a minute.

"Report to the captain, the enemy ship opens the subspace channel!" An officer shouted a report.

I also felt it myself, and the violent shock from subspace could not be stopped by just one layer of warship armor. Not far in front of us, the calm cosmic space was suddenly pierced by the energy released by the enemy ship's subspace engine, forming a huge vortex filled with raging thunderclouds, tearing and dragging a nearby tangible object with irresistible force.

"Got it, keep heading, keep accelerating. They didn't have time to escape. Colonel Leme said indifferently.

It's not a question of whether you can catch up, is it? What if we ourselves are swept up in subspace?

"Ten seconds of impact, nine, eight, ......seven," Sylvia began the countdown, using a communicator to relay her voice to every corner of the battleship.

I stared intently at the projector as the Redemption of Heresy made its final journey, making contact with its target as the Major counted, piercing through like a wedge, and then breaking away from the Imperial Dawn. It was as if in an instant, we had left the enemy ship far behind.

Then, the sound and vibration as if the end of the world had arrived reached the bridge.

The whole world trembled, and the violent tremor of steel spread through my seat, making me feel like I was going to be torn apart at any moment in a mad tremor, and a loud noise filled the wide, closed bridge, the terrifying sound of tens of millions of tons of steel colliding, scraping, and twisting and deforming. Every second was like a lifetime, more desperate than crouching in a crater with artillery fire above my head, and in this extremely sad environment, I found it stupid to tie myself to a seat, the right thing to do was to levitate and cover my body with a force field that isolated sound, but at the moment I couldn't even keep my mind calm and sanity, and I was just trying to use my psionic energy to find death.

It was only a brief moment before our ship collided with the enemy ship and broke away, but the tremors caused by it reverberated for a minute, and our dizziness lasted much longer. By the time the bridge had quieted down a bit, we were already far, far away from the Imperial Dawn.

The lights on the bridge had been on and off from the beginning of the shaking, flickering and dizzying, but after calming down, many of them were still not completely extinguished, and most of the instruments on the console were running as usual, indicating that the battleship did not seem to have suffered serious injuries enough to paralyze from the impact. The enemy ship on the projector was noticeably shorter, and in my psychic perception, the subspace window opened by the enemy ship also disappeared behind us.

"Report to the captain, the enemy ship's hull is broken, and the front section is sucked into subspace." An officer reported.

"In this case, we have already destroyed the enemy ship." Colonel Lem gave a calm look, waved his hand at everyone, and said, "Before it's time to cheer, what about our losses?" ”

Another officer reported: "The damage to the angle of impact and the armor of the bow of our ship have been completely damaged, the bow gun has been broken, many compartments in the bow have been damaged, the side armor has been scratched, the internal situation is still being counted, and the casualties are ......."

"How's our keel doing?" Colonel Lem interrupted him.

"There are cracks in the two ribs, and the main body of the keel is safe and sound!"

"Emperor forbid, we have won a perfect victory!" Colonel Lem raised his hand and waved down. "Orderly, serve the wine!"

Before the orderly could reply, the bridge was completely drowned in the cheers of the crowd.

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Seeing that there were still people rewarding after stopping for so long, I immediately rushed out and sent a chapter non-stop.

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