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Chapter 175 "74"

"It's different from what you imagined, isn't it?"

"what?"

"A warship!"

"A majestic naval warship!"

"Not as advanced as those holographic animations and video games?"

To be honest, the simplicity reveals a considerable sense of poverty, which makes people seriously doubt whether I have become a fake navy.

At least on the warships of the empire, the space belonging to officers and nobles is quite luxurious.

But helplessly, what the Alliance Navy emphasizes is fairness...so much so...

"In our state, is it really okay to just chat like this?"

"Oh, what are you afraid of? To be honest, the main purpose of arresting you here is to graft you with a period of combat experience. It will help you in school."

For a long time, what he said just now is for my own good.

Then I...

"Then what you said made me become unreasonable instead..."

"To be honest, you performed very well the first time. Many new recruits can't even spit out their mouths."

Should I take the initiative to admit that I almost squirted too?
"Very talented, are you interested in studying this major in the future, come to our ship..."

But what I didn't expect was that they were really thinking of me, and I deliberately quarreled with him just now...

The more I think about it, the less I am a thing!
"Thank you."

"You... what are you talking about?"

"Don't look at me like this, you will still thank me when you should thank me, okay?"

"Yo yo..."

"Ding!"

"Enemy torpedo detected!"

"Enemy torpedo approaching port!"

"Come to live!"

It should be our job to intercept such small targets, right?

The original green indicator box in the holographic projection has turned yellow, the reticle has also entered a highlighted state, and there is a bright red block in the upper right corner of the screen.

"Buzz!"

The dazzling white light of the main gun still flashed across the holographic projection, but this time the shooting angle obviously exceeded the position just now.

"The torpedo has been intercepted!"

The shooting indicator that has been lit is also turned off along with the instruction broadcast, and both the reticle indicator and the flashing blocks have returned to their previous appearance.

"Don't worry, young temporary combatants, this level of counterattack will not pose any threat to us!"

Dover still had an indifferent tone, which was in contrast to the way he was obviously anxious to complete the test shooting just now.

"Then why were you so anxious to complete the test firing just now?"

Instead of wondering yourself, is it better to seek answers to this kind of question directly?
"Ah, well, what should I say?"

"Although some things are not serious, they are actually part of the rules. Once they are done, they should be done. Do you understand?"

A good one, but how it should be.

"As I told you before, as a combatant, once the order to enter the combat position is issued, he needs to return to his post immediately. This is the rule, and it must be implemented first in any case."

"Of course, no matter what the task is in the future, whether it has anything to do with you or not, whether you should do your best is another matter."

"Even if you continue to fish and paddle when you get to the post, you must execute the order to return to the post as soon as possible. Do you understand?"

"So it's a protocol requirement to complete the test firing, even if we don't have to really focus on the artillery?"

Then I probably understood, so what I saw on the monitor at that time was that other gun positions were performing test firing, right?
"What do you mean you don't need to concentrate?"

"That's what you understand, not what I said?"

"Oh, just sit on it with peace of mind and experience this large toy for yourself. Maybe you won't have such an opportunity in the future?"

Hmph, whoever loves to play will play...

"okay, got it."

"But to be honest, your equipment really disappoints me."

"Oh?"

"Your control systems seem to be completely old-fashioned electronic waste?"

"E-waste or something, I'm so sorry!"

"So it's kind of disappointing, including for me."

"Obviously the warship I played in the game was so advanced and sci-fi, but when I got on the ship, it actually looked like this..."

"At that time, my classmates who were in the same period as me complained to me, and I felt that it was not as good as a cosmic tractor."

Tractors are okay...

"Of course, I also thought that I would wear a sci-fi electronic combat suit like those seen in those movies, use some kind of telepathic frame to drive a warship fighter, and rub the enemies into fireballs one by one."

"In the end, who would have thought that what I have to do every day is to screw screws?"

"Hold the iron tools that you can find anywhere on the ground, and do things that are no different from other jobs."

Why did it suddenly turn into a complaint conference again, where people complained here, and people there complained there.

"However, there are actually some differences from the game."

"For example, this crap!"

"Which warship hasn't fired secondary guns yet? Look at the ruined ships in the game, except for a few main guns, they are just a bachelor!"

"Look at those useless battleships in the game, which can make other carrier-based planes go around and fight in circles. In those movies, two or three planes even broke their shields and pierced their armor a few times before they were brought down by other large warships. Who do you look down on! "

"Come around me from the other side, I'll shoot him into a fireball with two shots!"

"Okay, okay, I'll give you to those who can."

"Who was talking about just now, uh, I didn't even personally command my team members..."

Splash cold water on this guy, let you know that sitting in this place is uncomfortable, and you deliberately sold me!

"Humph!"

"It's really not my wisdom, it's all under the command of the radar, I just sit and watch it..."

"drop!"

"Look, there's another torpedo coming. The other side should be controlled by us at a relatively far position and killed by our main gun."

"Let me explain it to you. You should be able to see the status and aiming angle of the artillery there, right?"

"Ah."

"The gray frame on the outermost circle is the incoming indicator. You can see that the corresponding area in the upper right corner has become highlighted, right?"

"drop!"

"Oh, it has disappeared, which means that there is a target approaching in the corresponding direction. The highlight just now means that the incoming torpedo is approaching us from this side."

"Because we didn't operate the artillery, this block is always displayed in this position."

"Then the gray box in the middle represents the radar signal indication, which is actually a status indication, telling you whether the current gun position has received the fire control signal and whether it is ready to fire."

It turned out to be the meaning, I see this thing bright and dark for a while, and the color also changes, it always makes me very nervous...

"The ones that are gray now are other states, the yellow ones are ready to shoot, the green ones are electromagnetic induction fire control, and the blue ones are photoelectric/gravity guided fire control."

"As for these reticle lines, in simple terms, they are ranging and functional aiming. Different reticle lines are used for launching ammunition with different speeds and functions."

"The reticle will also be highlighted when the gun is guided by the radar, you just need to fire."

Really convenient, automatic artillery.

In contrast, the rocket launcher that I visited that time seemed very unlucky. I felt that the navy inside was desperately busy, so it would be better to assign it here... 2, 4, 6, 8 can squat eight people in it. Here, counting the command or other things, one gun crew can squat about ten people...

Even if there is really no way to escape in the future, can you find such a relatively comfortable position to squat?

It's not right, how should I put it, I always feel that this place may not be as fun as I imagined, this time it's just because of the special situation, right?
Oh, why are you starting a self-guided strategy again, human beings are really sentimental and inferior creatures...

"Then what should the sailors do? This kind of equipment that can be handed over to the radar to control everything, in fact, there is no need to design these complicated and redundant structures that we are sitting on?"

"Haha you made a mistake."

"mistake?"

"That's right, these things at the very beginning were all done by our manpower."

"Intelligent control is a latecomer, and to be honest, these weapons will have the highest efficiency under human control, and computers cannot handle many emergencies."

"It's like when you operate this robotic arm, when you push the joystick, it is the part of the control program that helps you control the arm, so it shakes and is unstable. If you have a professional assistant next to you to take care of the arm movement, it can be done. It is stable and fast, and can be operated according to your habits."

"Can you still get used to this thing?"

"Of course, some people like to grab with the forehand, and some people are used to grab with the backhand, and the operation of the big arm can directly reflect the efficiency of loading..."

"Ding!"

"Complex electromagnetic signals have been detected, judging that the enemy warship is losing its airtightness!"

"The photoelectric radar lost contact!"

"A characteristic electromagnetic signal was detected, and we sank an enemy small warship!"

"The gravitational radar has lost contact!"

"The rescue beacon has been launched!"

"Oh, good afternoon, I'm Stoup."

"Nice fight, everyone!"

"This is the third time we have successfully sunk an enemy warship. Although it is only a small warship, but..."

The broadcast that was playing suddenly stopped, and the holographic projection in front of him also went out.

"It seems to be over?"

The angle of view in the artillery monitor slowly sank, and the various status indicators that were originally blinking also returned to silence.

"Woo~ Ka!"

The two boxes of magazines that were sent to the ceiling before also slowly retreated, and the device responsible for loading also slowly landed on the ground together.

I also benefited from this, unfastened the seat belt and stepped on the solid ground... the boat deck.

A reassuring sense of groundedness...

"It's over, congratulations~"

what?
(End of this chapter)