Vol 2 Chapter 513: The small water pipe that 203 does not have? (Thanks to the book friend Blood Sword Wolf...

"Missouri, how is the situation with you there? Is it going well?" he asked Missouri.
"It's going well. The second phase is about to begin. Commander, would you like to take a look? After all, men, I really like cannons! Not to mention that I am a 406 caliber. Pipe~~~!" Missouri asked her commander with a smile.
"Uh... Forget it, the hospital is inconvenient, so let's wait until I get home!" Xiao Yuhang looked helplessly at the beds 5 and 6 next door, and said to Missouri.
"Well, that's OK, we are about to start the second phase, the commander rests early in the evening~~~!" Missouri told his commander.
"Hmm."
Xiao Yuhang nodded, then hung up the video call.
. . . . . .
On the sea, Missouri put the mobile phone into the space of the ship. She asked Dafeng, "Is all the garbage gone?"
"Otherwise?" Dafeng asked her back.
"Okay, according to the plan, I'll look at me next." Missouri smiled, and then stretched out his hand to Wu Bi and said, "Come on, together."
"Am I going too? Missouri?" asked Missouri with great surprise.
"Of course, after all, Surigao's ghost! What are you going to join with the 508 main gun?" Missouri gave her a funny look and said.
"???"
Despite the black question mark on his face, he still walked to Missouri's side.
"Then, in the second stage of the plan, I will ask Fusang. Dumb monkey, protect Fusang!" Missouri warned Dafeng.
"Don't worry Missouri, it's okay with me." Dafeng assured Missouri with confidence.
"Stop! Stop! Don't pack the ticket for me like that. Watch out for a big mackerel popping up under your feet!" Missouri pointed at Dafeng's feet and said with a sly smile.
Unexpectedly, when Dafeng heard Missouri talk about the big mackerel, he hurriedly hid behind the Fusang and tremblingly shouted, "Hey! Where? Where is the big mackerel? Don't come over! Don't come over! You really are! Don't come over!!!"
Missouri: "..."
Incomparable: "..."
Fusang: "..."
"...Okay, I'm joking, the big mackerel is still not coming over there! It scares you! I just remind you to be careful not to be spotted by the submarine under the sea." Missouri had to dig the hole by herself. Fill in by yourself.
"Really? Is the big mackerel really not here? Missouri, you are joking with me, right?" Dafeng grabbed Missouri's hand, and asked Missouri with a pitiful face.
"Well, I was joking with you." Missouri nodded and confirmed.
"Huh... That's good... That's good... As long as it's not the big mackerel... I'll pay attention." When he heard that he was joking with himself, Dafeng breathed a sigh of relief.
"Then, I count on you for the follow-up plan. Extremely, let's go." Missouri said to her and Fusang after seeing Dafeng return to normal.
"Well, don't worry!" Fusang nodded, and together with Dafeng watched Missouri and Wubi disappear into the dim sea.
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In Ronald Reagan’s bridge CIC, after the radar officer stared at the screen for a while, he finally reported to Michael Hui with a sigh of relief: "Report to the general. No enemy aircraft was found. No radars in any band found any high-speed attacks on me. The attacking unit from the side."
"Wait a little longer! Prevent the other side from unexpected attacks." Michael said to the radar officer.
"Yes, General." The radar officer nodded and continued to stare at the radar in front of him intently.
Ten minutes later, Michael put down the coffee cup in his hand.
"It seems that the other party is not ready to attack anymore, I..."
Just before he finished speaking, the scream of the radar officer resounded through the bridge again.
"Enemy attack! Unit nine! Direction is west! Speed... Wait? It's shelling! Shelling!"
"Shelling? WTF?" Michael almost missed a sip of coffee. He walked quickly behind the radar officer and asked: "The shelling? Where did the shelling come from? Do neon policemen eat shit? They are actually used on the shore. The artillery fired!"
"No, General, our right west... It's a deserted sea..." The radar officer rubbed his eyes, carefully checked, swallowed and reported to Michael.
"WTF? Are you sure?" Michael asked the radar officer in disbelief.
"I'm sure, General. Unless our radar system is malfunctioning, the direction shown is due west." The radar officer confirmed to Michael in disbelief.
"The trajectory calculation result is out! It's a straddle fire! General! A straddle fire!" Another radar sergeant put down his headset and shouted to Michael in horror.
Straddle shooting, in layman's terms, is that in a naval battle, if a warship’s gunfire straddles another warship, the distance measurement is correct~EbookFREE.me~ and then switched to effective shooting.
When straddling fire, the firepower of the artillery ship caught the target ship, and its firepower can be adjusted with the coordinate adjustment of the target ship. Each time the main gun salvo fired the shells more evenly around the target ship, these missed but deviated Missiles not far away from the target ship are called "near misses", and its shrapnel and explosive impact can also cause certain damage to the target ship. But when exactly the hit is complete, it is a matter of probability.
After hearing the straddle shot, Michael wanted to scold his mother, and he said so.
But no matter how fragrant the mouth is, it will not help, because at this time the entire fleet is faithfully following the command of the Seventh Fleet Commander Lieutenant General William to moor in the port, just like the target in the shooting range, and can only let it go. People bullied.
But after he cursed for a while, he suddenly remembered that it seems that the main weapons of the navies of all countries are missiles. Even the naval guns equipped with them are almost all less than 203 mm in caliber. Then the problem is that the small water pipes below the caliber are revisited. Even with high-performance ammunition, can it really cause any damage to this cutting-edge nuclear-powered aircraft carrier?
So when he thought of this, Michael didn’t panic again. He said to everyone on the bridge:
Don’t be afraid! The other party just doesn’t know which third-rate country has some retired warships from. Think about the defense of this aircraft carrier at our feet! The small water pipes that don’t even have heavy patrol guns tickle us, no need to be afraid! Radar officer! Ballistic calculations, give me reverse ballistics to determine the position of the opponent! Order the carrier-based aircraft to take off! Search the area! Once you find the opponent Sink them!"
"Yes! General!"
The people on the bridge thought about the same reason, they suddenly responded after recovering from panic.
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